The Maryville times. (Maryville, Tenn.) 1884-1944, 1914-10-30

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power horn of a cat5oat crying the
warning back to the deep-throated
whistle of a coastwise steamship and
the impertinent drumming of a motor
boats exhaust with the muller cut
out.
This last boxed the compass. sound
ing now near. now far, though the COM
plants of other shipping diminished
in volume and died away in the dis
lance giving place to others still, the
plutter-plutter of that motor was never
altogether lost; if at times it faded,
it seemed certain always to return in
even louder volume.
Vainly straining his vision against
the blank pallor of the encompassing
fog, Alan wondered, worried, dreaded!
At irregular intervals, starting
from preoccupation, he would manipu-
late the brass pull on the wheel-box,
provoking the horns suffering blasts
of protest But the need for unremit
ting vigilance and exercise of the fog
signal failed none the less to reconcile
Alan to that blatant clamor which so
widely and so hideously advertised
their whereabouts. ~.
If there were anything still to be
feared from Judith and her crew-if,
for instance, as Barcus had suggested,
they had sought out one of the life
saving stations on Nauset beach, ap-
propriated its power-driven lifeboat
and renewed the pursuit, if ever they
heard that horn there would beyond
question be the devil to pay
The loneliness of his vigil was even
tually relieved by the appearance on
deck of the woman Alan loved.
The tableau that greeted her vision as
she emerged from the companionway,
of the haggard, unshaven wretch at
the wheel and the other who lay at his
feet, where he had fallen, in a stupor
Of fatigue, instantly wrung from Rose
little cry of solictude. And she was
quick to do what little she could to
alleviate their discomfort. For Barcus
she fetched pillow and blanket from
the cabin, and this one suffered her
ministrations without once rousing
from his slumbers. Then fastening
forward, she got the galley fire going
and prepared makeshift breakfast
! for her half-famished lover.
Warm food and hot coffee-such as
they were-lending a little tone to
Alan's spirits, he was presently able
to discuss their situation with some
optimism. Yet nothing could gloss
the fact that the problem confronting
them was one whose solution bafiled
! their utmost ingenuity-One the simple
| contemplation of which taxed their
courage and intelligence to the ex-
IRENE. a.
He summed up: 81 can't see any
thing for it but father and Judith are
determined to have my scalp and I'm
hanged if l can see how to protect my
self without taking leaf out of their
books. What I'm most afraid of is
that some time l may forget it's
woman I'm defending myself against.
When fellows fighting for his very
life he can't always stop to calculate
the weight of his blows"
The young man sighed, shook his
| head, laughed uncertainty, and held
her closer to him. Don't fear; I'll
find some way out without injuring
either of them. l promise you that"
He sealed the pledge upon her lips.
And in that moment of their obliv-
ion to the world from some point for
ward a mufled crash sounded stimuli
taneously with the dull shock of
collision with a smaller vessel, and
strange voice cried out with an ac-
cent of high exultation.
Before either Alan or the girl could
disengage the decks rang loud with
rush of booted feet pounding aft.
The figures of the boarding party
we're already taking shape through the
fog as Alan sprang toward the COM
panionWay to fetch the rifle. And in
this action his feet slipped on planks
greasy with moisture deposited by the
surcharged atmosphere. He went down
with stumbling thump, and an in
slant later two men fell bodily upon
him-active, strong fellows in the
to rise only as a prisoner, helpless in
the grasp of two pairs of powerful
hands.
He saw Barcus, Tudely reused and
still dumb with sleepy confusion, in
no better case-jerked to his feet and
held captive by two more fishermen.
A fifth had taken charge of Rose |
clamping her wrists in the wise of |
one big hand.
The sixth and sole other member of |
the boarding party, likewise in the
ugh-and-ready garb of a fisherman,
was Judith Urine.
Down the side a heavy Iife-boat |
ground it's way astern, the loose end |
of its painter slipping over the rail |
even as Alan caught sight of it, $50 |
it seemed Barcus had guessed shrewd-
lyD
Observing this, one of the men in
charge of Alan made as if to leave
him to the other addressing Judith |
for permission to prevent the loss of
the lifeboat She stopped him with
peremptory gesture.