The Oakley herald. [volume] (Oakley, Idaho) 1908-1961, 1914-11-20

and classy. Through the glpAmimG,
With the aid q eias0ea. figures mAGAe
b sesA moving ahout her decks: -
~ n grew st1u moro dark she Iow0v4
. small boat that thsrstoeoss ~
swung IN davits. 4 little later q faanq
humnang noise dr4ftod acroso The ~,
Power tender" tAe owner of -
Seavsnturs intsrDrstsd Coming -
cali. presume. 1oc1Abis NJ VIZ
can't make out - why thsu sson -
think Il nscsosaxy TO TOW our 6egy
back UAsAsy cansslsnos, mAybs-
wha&f~
He lowered The binoculars 40
glanced inQuir1Agly q His employees
who grunted his disGust, end said "a
moro.
Don't take n - hard. old top" Bm~
Gus Advised WITH . change Of nolo
from irony to sympathy. Thsn he rsso
and Owed down the oompaniooway.
presently TO rsAppeAr with . mAG.-
phone and . double-barreled shseguA-
mo cutting-out parties In this ou4s
nt." he explained. grinning am1abayI
None Of that old stuff. revised - Gu1o
your infatuated female frisnd-snoo
aboard the luEger and the man -
minel"
StAtioning himself at the ssawar0
rail- where his figure would show IN
sharp silhouette against the glowing
sunset sky. he brAndishod the sh0e-
gun at arms length above his heoA.
and beloved stertorously through ~
megaphone:
Keep OIL Keep OIL This msaza
youl Come within gunshot and n
blow your fool heads o6l-
Putting aside the msgaphone, he -
down again. Not that I'd dare nTO
this blunderbuss," he conndsd. WIN
this reek Of gasoline; but just ~
moral effect Phsw-wi I'd givea d.
lar for . breath Of clean air; I've -
hailed 20 much gas in the last 6OW
hours I'm dry-clsAned down 70 ~
silly old toes!"
For thirty minutes nothing haD.
pened. other than that the sound -
the hsherman's launch was stiIloA y
rested movelsss In the waters, tva
figures mystsr1ously busy In the ced1-
pit. the Seaventure's dory trailing ~
hind It on . long painter.
Gradually these details beca0o
blurred. and were blotted out By ~
closing shadows. The afterEloW -
the west grew cool anc faint Tho
crimson waters darkened, to mssv4
to violet. to . translucent grssa. -
blackness. Far mp the coast tW0
white eyes. peering over the hcriaQI
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Chatham Lights" Barcus sald thAv
were.
Abruptly he dropped the glasses -
jumped up. Hear thatl" he oriaA
Now the humming Of the motor w.
again audible and growing louder Win
every instant; and Alan. getting Ia ~
feet In turn, infected With tn G1e1eo-
ment Of Barcus. could just make -
! at some distance . dark shAdoW ~
meath the dim. spluttering glimms1 -
light, that moved swiftly and staaAlly
toward the Seavcnture.
What the devill" he demanAs4,
pushed.
you uttered = mouthful when ~
said 'devir!" Barcus comm&aeA
: grasping his arm and hurrying hin =
the lAndward side Of the vonD1k
"Quick-kick on your shoes-get ~
for 4 mile-long swiml Devils w0sA
all right" he painted. hastily dives
; Ing himself Of shoes and Guitar enR
ments. II couldn't made out W1nal
they were up to till saw them la11
, the wheel. light the fuse, start IL
!. motor. and take to the dory. ThUVl
made on grand little torpedo boat ~
of that tendsyz s'ss-
He spranG upon the rail, steadyfnl
himself with . stay. -Rsadyr II
asked. Look shArp!"
By way of answer. Alan joined Nh;
o. the two had dived a. one, entering II
" water With a ain0la anlaah and G.