Bisbee daily review., 1914-12-04
CHAPTER u
The VoIee ln the pnrk.

and peered searchingly up into his face.
 You are perfectly satisfied with the condltone?" 9" he queried, not without a note of anxiety.
 Why not? l have your word for it that the enterprise is honest; as for the other part of it, why, the secrecy and all that sort of thing. it only makes a fellow a bit more keen, don't l you know"
 You are confident you can fill the l billets?"
 Sure thing. know the very chaps ! who will jump at a chance like this, | where they would turn down an ordi- nary offer You didn't know where to | look. Mir Brownlow."
 The old gentleman breathed a sigh | of relief "I suppose not" he admit ! ted. "I never before had to deal with a matter like this You know where l the Claremont is?"
 Tom nodded. He had dined there often enough to have it's location and l it's other characteristics pretty we'll stamped upon his memory. Brownlow continued:
 "The Kohinur is at anchor in the I. Hudson, just off the Claremont land jug. Her bunkers are full; most of her supplies are on board, but I'll take it upon myself 10 complete the list this afternoon. I'll wait for you there. There are some further instructions that l must give you before the char terer and party come aboard"
 Tom hastened away. His assurance that he could find the men to com plete the Kohinur's equipment was not ill-advised; he had in mind the very men he wanted, and his task was sim ply one of running them to earth.
 As being of prime importance. he first secured the engineer. and by five o'clock had found Phil Mercer. This young man he was forced, almost lit- orally. to shanghai That is to say. l Mercer was disposed 10 hang back be- cause of certain delinquencies which had been the occasion of his expulsion from Annapolis, so that Tom was obliged to pick him up bodily and de posit him beside the drivers seat. Cox the engineer. lolling at ease in the tonneau. grinned cheerfully.
 Maybe you don't want the job or need the money" announced Tom with decision, but l do need a first officer in a devil of a hurry. too-and I'm not going to be over-particular about how l get him. You're elected. As it, is. I'll have to get along without a second, unless l can break in one oi Brownlow's tars. I've got you, and take it from me. you're not going to get away"
 "But-you know, Tom" Mercer tried a final protest, even while Ton was throwing in the clutch. The lat j ter cut curtly in:
 ''Yes, l know. But, believe me, Phil the booze isn't going to get you while I you're on the Kohinur with me. This job will beat all the jag cures you'v, ever been up against You'll be en titled to a postgraduate diploma wheI you are discharged.' Mercer subsided, grumblingly ac ' cepting the inevitable.
 At the Claremont Tom stabled tht machine, tried to get Van Vechten or the phone and failed, and notified Ram ley at the Kenmore's garage where tt find his employers car Then he an, Mercer and Cox clambcred down ti the Claremont's landing. where launch was waiting.
 After persuading Phil Mercer tha he didn't have to attend to a suddenl, recollected telephone message, or an, other errand that might take him il the neighborhood of the Claremont' bar, Tom addressed himself to tn white-uniformed sailor in charge O the launch.
 "Is this the Kohinur's launch?" h = demanded.
 The fellow jerEcd an indifferen thumb in the general direction of tn
 boats vanished bow, where the nam was conspicuously emblazoned il raised, but somewhat tarnished, bras letters.
 ''You can read, cant you?" was tn
 impudent reply.
 Look here, my man; you answer
 civil question civilly, and say 'sii
 when you speak to me. Do y'get me
 The sailor recoiled with droppe
 jaw
 Beg pardon. sir" he made haste (
 conciliate. You're Captain Phinne
 -I didn't know"
 Answer my question" r, "Yes, sir; this is the Kohlnur'
 launch ] was waiting for you. Mi
 Brownlow's on board now" s Look at that lettering" went O .u Tom sternly, indicating the name O y the bow; "as green and dull as an ol 10 brass kettle. And what do y'meaI Y coming after your captain in a soile '' rig like that? You1l put in the rest C " the evening washing and ironing it' a' By which episode 1t may be see that Tom Phinney Of the Powhatal and Captain Phinney of the yact 'u Kohinur. were two distinctly dinereI personalities detail worth remen 'u bering in the light of what Is to folio se later on. '0 When Tom swung aboard at tl
 head of his recruits, bis appraisin w. eye took in at once the decks untid h' appearance, the indolent attitudes lo the watch and the men forward, and l- fha face oF oo r,anv awfdauraa of Ia