Fair play., 1915-01-02

and CLASSY. Through the gloamins.
with the aid Of glasses. figures might
be seen moving about her decks; and
% II grew still more DARK she lowered
small boat that Heretofore had
swung In davits. A little later faint
humming noise drifted across the tide.
Power tender" the owner Of the
ssayenture interpreted. Coming to
cali, / presume. sociable lot. Whist
I can't make out II why they seem to
think II necessary to tow our dory
back. Uneasy conscience. maybe
whatY"
He lowered the binoculars and
glanced inquiringly at his employer,
who grunted his disgust, and said no
more.
Don't take It 90 hard, old top Bar
Gus advised with q change OF note
from irony to sympathy. Then he rose
and dived down the companionway,
presently to reappear with a mega
phone and a double-barreled shotgun.
NO cutting-out parties IN this nat-
fit," he explained, grinning amiably.
None OF that old stun, revised to suit
your infatuated fenS.ie friend-once
aboard the luggcr and the man 10
minew
stationing himself at the seaward
rail, where his figure would show In
sha7p silhouette against the glowing
r sunset sky, he brandished the shot
gun at arms length above his head,
and beloved stertorously through the
megaphone:
Keep OIL Keep OIL This means
youl Come within gunshot and III
blow your fool heads off!"
Putting aside the megaphone, he sat
down again. Not that I'd dare fire
this blunderbuss," he conflded, with
this reek Of gasoline; but Just for
moral effect. Phew-wl I'd give dol
lar for a breath of clean air; I've in
hailed so much gas in the last few
hours I'm dry-cleaned down to my
silly old toes!"
For thirty minutes nothing hap
pened, other than that the sound Of
the fisherman's launch was stilled. II
rested moveless In the waters. two
figures mystsriously busy in the cock
pit, the Seaventure's dory trailing be-
hind 1t on a long painter.
Gradually these details became
blurred, and were blotte6 out by the
closing shadows. The afterglow in
the west grew cool and faint. The
crimson waters darkened, to mauve.
to violet to translucent green, to
blackness. Far UP the coast two
white eyes, peering over the horizon,
stared steadfastly through the dark.
Chatham lights" Barcus said they
were.
Abruptly he dropped the glasses and
jumped up. Hear thatl" he cried.
Now the humming Of the motor was
again audible and growing louder with
every instant; and Alan, getting to his
feet In turn, infected with the excite
ment OF Barcus, could Just make out
at some distance a dark shadow be-
meath the dim, spluttering glimmer of
light, that moved swiftly and steadily
toward the Seaventure.
What the devill" he demanded.
puzzled.
You uttered mouthful when You
said 'devil'!" Barcus commented.
grasping his arm and hurrying him to
the landward side of the vessel
"Quick-kick of your shoes-get SET
for mile-long swtmi Devils work
all right" he painted. hastily divest
ing himself Of shoes and outer gnr
ments. Il couldn't made out what
they were up to till l saw them lash
the wheel, light the fuse, start ths
motor, and take to the dory. They've
made on grand little torpedo boat out
OF that tender
He eprang upon the rail. steadyins
himself with stay. "Ready?" he
asked. Look sharpt"
By way Of answer, Alan Joined him;
the two had dived as one, entering the
water with a single splash, and com