The Washington herald., 1914-09-13
SIXTH iNsTALLMENT

SIXTH iNSTALLMENT
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sound from Witch Ross and Alan
18th their friend Barcus Judith pursuing in chartered
with crew Of cut-throsts
I-sTRANDED.
Mr. Thomas Barcus picked himself up from the
ottom of the Hfeboat, where he had been violent
precipitated by the impact of grounding, blinked
nd wiped tears Of pain from his eyes, solcitously
ested his and seemed to derive little II any
comfort from the discovery that it not broken.
opened his mouth and remembered the pres
snce of a lady.
Poor Mr. Barcus!" she said gently. I'm so
sorry. Do forget I'm here-and say 1t out loud"
Mr.. Barcus dropped his hands and dropped his
head at the same time.
1T can't be did," he complained in embittered
resignation: the words have never been invent
In the bows, Mr.. Law (who had barely saved
himself headlong plunge overheard when the
shoal took fast hold Of the keel felt tenderly OF
his excoriated shins, then rising. compassed the
sea, sky and shore with anxious gaze.
In the ofnng there nothing but the fat, linn
itless expanse Of the nght-bound tide, near at
hand vaguely silvered with the moonlight in the
distances blending into shadows: never a light or
shadowy, stealing sail in that quarter to indicate
pursuit
Where are we?" he wondered aloud.
ASK me easy one" Barcus replied some
where on the south shore Of the cape-unless
somebody's been tampering with the lay of this
land. That's a lighthouse over yonder."
Alan took soundings from the bows.
Barely two feet" he announced, Withdrawing
the oar from the water "and eelgrass end"
Obi" Barcus calculated with the accent of en-
lightenment; and leaving the motor. turned to the
stern, over which he draped himself in highly un-
decorative fashion while cropping under water for
the propeller.
That's the answer" he reported: there's a
young bale of the said eelgrass wrapped round
the wheel. Which. suppose, means I've got to go
overheard and clear it away"
Like Mr.. Law, he wore neither shoes nor other
garments that could be more damaged by salt
water than they had been-but only shirt. trousers
and a belt.
IF you've nothing better to do my critical
friend" he observed he stopped to hack and
tear at the mass of weed embarrassing the pro-
peller you might step out and give a trial
shove. Don't strain yourself-just see If you can
move her"
The boat budged not inch-but Mr.. Laws
feet did, slipping the treacherous mud bottom
with the upshot of his downfall: with a mighty
splash he disappeared momentarily beneath the
surface-and left his temper behind when he
emerged.
As for Mr.. Barcus, he suffered like loss within
five minutes when, with much pains and patience
having freed the wheel, he climbed aboard and
sought to restart the motor. After few affecting
coughs it relapsed into stubborn silence
Studious examination at length brought out the
fact that the gasoline tank empty
Not much smell left" Barcus reported.
tits no use," he conceded at length. We're
here for keeps"
why not wade sshore?" Rose Trine suggested
mildly from the place she had taken in the stern
in order to tighten the bows 'It isn't far-and
what's one more wetting?"
That's the only sensible remark that's been
uttered by any party to this lunatic enterprise
since you hove within earshot of me, Mr.. Law"
said Mr.. Barcus. Respectfully submitted"
The verdict Of the lower court stands ap-
proved" Alan responded gravely.
But there's sense in Miss Trine wading."
Barcus suggested. We're web-footed as It is;
and she's too tired"
We'll. what them"
I'VE carry her, can't we?"