The Watertown weekly leader. [volume] (Watertown, Jefferson County, Wis.) 1912-1917, 1915-12-21

found what he wanted-it was fish
| ing boat with a kicker in 1.-THE only
motorboat in the place. It was vel
manned, with crew of six of the
most disreputable-lookiHg characters
| that ever drew the breath of life. Her
nandez talked to them-with money
No lights" he cautioned, "ant
muf11e that kicker. And be quicl
| about it now"
| 1T is all right, senor," said the mar
at the tiller; I'VE are about all hours
Of the night. No one thinks of US
| one way or the other" He pointed
out to sea. you perceive he said
there are other fisher boats
Good" said Hernandez, "the more
the merrier."
Without lights they kicked to with
in almost hailing distance of the Al
bany. Then Hernandez. showed {
light. 1t was Immediately answered
from the deck. ut is good" he said
I'VE understand each other"
Inez fastened from the deck and en-
tered her cabin.
Her cabin was Annette's as we'll
| Her plans well laid-and she had felt
| they were the only plans to make-she
| retired for the night, but not to
sleep.
At three o'clock she rose, and I'M
| twisted the bundle that Joe had
| flched for her. She sighed with salts
| faction as she shook it out of its
folds. 1t was a uniform-one OF
| Meals. She donned it swiftly-hur,
| riedly-silently There was no light
in the cabin, save the moon, sitting in
| through port holes. Annette's face
was bathed in light. But Annette was
fast asleep.
She was totally oblivious to the
| presence of the proWling figure in
male uniform who stole near and ever
nearer-who now groped about her
neck.
Suddenly, with one quick and final
| tug Inez wrenched at the chamois
bag.
Annette woke with scream upon
| her lips. But the hand of Inez was
| quicker than Annette's voice. Inez's
hand closed over Annette-her knee
crushed down her breast.
/ The wildcat in Annette rose. She
was fine fighter. She squirmed with
| one twist out of the grasp Of this
unseen foe, and grappled with her as
! sailant. Inez was no match for her,
and soon found it out.
Annette dragged her to the ray of
| moonlight and looked at be.
She gasped and droppeu her hold.
"You-Irene Courtier," she cried
But Irene-Inez Castro if you please
was no longer there. In that in
stant-and that was the instant for
| the last few seconds she had waited
| form that instant she had leaped to
her feet and made her getaway.
And Inez knew the Albany-every
| part Of that huge batt1eship she had
studied with the care of an engineer
She knew just what to do and where
to go, and how to elude pursuit She
| rushed to one spot where safety lay,
reached the rail, leaped over it, and
| with the agility of a professional diver
struck the water with scarcely a
splash.
Now said Hernandez to his helms
man, like mad for that spot of white %
Inez, fresh and supple notwithstand-
ing her struggle-in fact the struggle
| had nerved her up-swam toward the
| fishing boat and the boat steamed
toward her. Within a short time
almost less time than it takes to tell
| it-POntO was once more kicking the
| Brute. And the Brute in turn leaned
| over the side of the kicker, and with
the sweep Of one powerful hand and
arm, drew a dripping object from the
water. 1t was Inez, gasping for
breath.
Now, like the devil for the Shore"
whispered Hernandez.
They obeyed. But if Inez now gasped
for breath, Annette had ceased to gasp
| for breath. Her first coherent thought
was to feel for her chamois bag 1t
was safe. Her next effort was speech.
She screamed at the top of her lungs
Her third was action. She darted to
the deck and gave the alarm.
Within a moment launch was
manned and had put off from the
cruiser-Neal in command.
Suddenly one of Meals men point
ed toward the shore. The searchlight
of the cruiser was playing upon a
kicker making full speed south
That's our boat said Neal, like
the devil now"
In five minutes they caught her.
Neal saw at a glance she showed no
lights. 1t convinced him. Without a
word he swung his launch alongside
and his meE leaped across the gun
vale. Every jack tar either had his
man by the throat, or was tickling
his ribs with knife.
We've got 'em ALL" said some
body.
Where's the woman" queried Neal.
But there was no woman-no Inez
Castro. What's more there was no
Hernandez, no Ponto, no Brute.
mo use,'' said Neal, the birds have
flown. No use chasing them" he con-
coded, when those birds fly, they fly.
We've got to give 'em credit
Annette" he told that young lady
later, Il think now we're safe The
job all along has been an inside Job
Irene Courier has been handing YOU
yes and me-over to the enemy.
That was the game-and the game
is ended. That's the way it looks to