The Yale expositor., 1915-02-25

and CLASSY. Through the cleaning,
with the aid OF glasses. figures might
be seen moving about her decks; and
as il grew still more dark she lowered
a small boat that heretofore had
swung In davits. A little later faint
humming noise drifted across the tide.
Power tender" the owner OF the
Seaventure interpreted. Coming to
call, presume. Sociable lot What
| can't make out Is why they seem to
think II necessary to tow our dory
back. Uneasy conscience, maybe
what?"
He lowered the binoculars and
glanced inquiringly at his employer,
who grunted his disgust. and said no
more.
Don't take II 30 hard, old top" Bar
Gus advised with a 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.
mo cutting-out parties in this out
tit," he explained, grinning amiably.
None Of that old stun, revised to suit
your infatuated female friend-once
aboard the lugger and the man is
mine!"
Stationing himself at the seaward
rail, where his figure would show in
sharp silhouette against the glowing
sunset sky, he brandished the shot.
gun at arms length above his head,
and beloved stertorously through the
megaphone:
Keep off! Keep OF This means
you! Come within gunshot and I'll
blow your fool heads Off"
Putting aside the megaphone, he sat
down again. Not that I'd dare fire
this blunderbuss," he confided, with
this reek of gasoline; but just foI
moral effect. Phew-w! I'd give a dol
lar for 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. 1t
rested moveless in the waters, two
figures mysteriously busy In the cock
pit, the Seaventure's dory trailing be-
hind 1t on long painter.
Gradually these details became
blurred, and were blotted out by the
closing shadows. The afterglow In
the west grew cool and faint. The
crimson waters darkened, to mauve,
to violet to a translucent green. to
blackness. Far up the coast two
white eyes, peering over the horizon,
stared steadfaetly through the dark.
Chatham lights" Barcus said they
were.
Abruptly he dropped the glasses and
jumped up. Hear that!" 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 dark shadow be-
meath the dim, spluttering glimmer Of
light, that moved swiftly and steadily
toward the Seaventure.
What the DEVIL" he demanded,
puzzled.
You uttered a 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 a mile-long swim! Devils work,
all right" he painted, hastily divest-
ing himself of shoes and outer gar
ments. IL couldn't made out what
they were up to till l cav them lash
the wheel. light the fuse, start the
motor, and take to the dory. They've
made on grand little torpedo boat out
of that tender"
He sprang upon the rail, steadying
himself with a stay. Ready" he
asked. Look sharp!"
BY way of answer, Alan joined him;
the two had dived as one, entering the
Watar with a sin ole eDlaeh and non.