The Watertown weekly leader. [volume] (Watertown, Jefferson County, Wis.) 1912-1917, 1915-11-23

WITH dIdrm. one struggled HeFCely.
Five minutes later the brute re-
turned and once more under the sting
ing lash Of the whip seized Annette
and bore her below. Hernandez and
his two companions followed them
down.
"Ah," said the smuggler to Neal and
Annette, this house has all appoint
ments. This is the swimming pool.
my friends. You can swim here for
one hour-or less. This is in truth
cavern of death. l hate to do it, -
he added just before he disappeared,
'but needs must when the devil
drives"
There was a click as the stone trap
| dropped into place.
This is a pretty pickle" exclaimed
Neal to Annette.
They were lying on opposite sides
Of that black pool.
IF you can crawl" said Neal, crawl
for your life
Annette understood. Little by little
Neal worked himself along his side of
| the ledge and Annette along hers,
each gradually approaching the other
around the circle. Finally their heads
touched.
Careful" said Neal; "close to the
wall. Now let me have your hands.
| Let me unbind you first"
On the surface of the earth above
| Hernandez and his companions loaded
| their cases into cart and drove far
| across the wilderness into ravine.
Here" said the man of Martinique,
| lifting up the cover Of metal box
| set in the rock, here is the switch of
which l spoke. One turn of the wrist
| pouf-then oblivion"
II gave them an hour" said Herman
tez grimly, land l keep my word. Let
| us drink
On the shore below the cliff at the
| foot of the forbidding Razor Back q
| sponge diver disported himself in the
water beside his boat, cutting and
tearing sponges from their native
home of rock and coral for living.
Then suddenly he forgot the business
| Of collecting sponges.
He rose again, empty handed this
time, and dived again, peering at some
thing strange and new. Then with
demonstrating strokes he sud-
denly disappeared. He came up In an
instant in almost total darkness, then
bobbing on the surface he rubbed his
eyes, jabbering excitedly.
"Hey there" cried voice, "and who
are you?"
The sponge diver jabbered some
more. Well might he jabber. 1t was
| a strange sight that confronted him.
Two young people were seated almost
in darkness on the edge Of a black
pool.
How did you get here?" queried
Neal
The man for all his iabbering was
polyglot. He knew pidgin English and
Neal knew how to talk it, SO they got
along admirably together. Neal told
him his story. The man climbed up
upon the ledge and listened eagerly.
Suddenly he grew excited. 1t was evil
dent that he knew the reputation of
this place.
"You come with income right
away" he said.
Neal set the fast-waning lantern by
Annette's side. zone moment, dear"
he said to Annette, "and I will be back.
If what he says is true"
In another instant with his hand
on the shoulder of the sponge diver,
Neal was swimming down, down
toward the outer opening. AS he saw
the light filtering in from underneath
he gave a gasp that almost choked
him.
In another instant he had returned
for Annette, and with her at his side
the two swan in the direction that the
diver had taken.
The sponge diver, still gesticuIating
excitedly, hauled them rapidly into his
small boat
me row, you, row-like the DEVIL"
he exclaimed.
Neal rowed Ike the devil, and the
fat-bottomed boat skinned over the
water like mad. Suddenly Annette in
the bow extended her right arm.
Look, look, Neal" she exclaimed,
for Gods sake, look"
Neal heard first, then he looked, and
as he looked the whole face of that
huge cliff behind them thrust itself
into the air and with mighty roar
dropped into the sea.
"It's Mount Pelee," cried Annette,
covering her face with her hands.
Neal shook his head. THAT isn't
Pe1ee," he returned grimIy, it's dyna-
nafte-if I know anything Of dyna-
mite"
CTO BE CONTINUED.)