The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1915-09-14
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 ed and cast the long punt pole adrift as took up the short paddle had held under my leg.
 Now we had under us two feet of water, or ten, as the waves might say, md any moment we might roll over. But we widowed in, rolling, till I knew the supreme moment had come. I waited, holding her head in we'll as could so unruly hulk, and as big roller scan1e after4 gs Epaddled as hard as I could. The wave chased us, caught us, pushed us, carried us in. There was lift of our 1oggtsh bows, a binding crash of white water about us. Our boat was overturned, but in some way, since the beach was alf sand and very gentle, the wave fat tened so that the back tow. did not pull us down. In some way, do not know how. found myself standing and dragging Jimmy by the hand. Jean already was ahead, and heard his shout and saw his hand as he kstDod, knee deep. but safe So we all made it ashore, and our boat also. which now we hauled out of the spume. And the long white row of breakers. less dangerous than I had feared. came in, white named and believing. could still see the rocking lights of the yacht and the shifting stroke of the searchlight on the sea, but I did not hear and see aught else at the time, and my heart sank.
 It was Jimmy whose ear first got the sound which came inAthe1 feverish phut-phut of the motor slkiff Then the ray of the great light swung and I saw the boat stfll outside the break CTS, nor could I tell then why we had beaten her fn- 1t seemed Peterson was hunting for us others.
 i'Stay back, boysl'' I called to my companions. "You might get thrown down by the avesZKeep sbacksi ButD now I was ready tozrnsh in to. meet the longboat, whose keel | knew would leave her to overturn if she caught bottom.
 But Peterson knew about the keel as well as any, and he caught what he thought. was water enough before he yelled to williams to drive her in. She sped in like naarrow. and again the wl1itasdusa Y 1rsa Bed bhighvmnd broke upon it's prey. By then Twas in water to my waist T caught Helena out with one reach of my arms, just as I saw Williams and Peterson stagger in with Mrs. Daniver between them. In some miraculous way we got beyond danger and met my pirates dancing and shouting a welcome to our desert isle. Their advent thereon gave the two women folks fervef1t wish to en1- brace, sob and weep extraordinarily. 1 had said nothing to Helena and said nothing now.
 "Where's the dinghy. Petersong' g'' I called as he came up grinning.
 Booming in. 7 said he. And, forsooth, that water rat, Willy, made a better iahding of it than any of Us and calm ly helped ns now to haul the heavy motor sliff uIE the beach few feet at q time as the waves thrust it forward.
 ~Thank God!'' heard Helena ex- claim. sSOh, thank God. We're safe, we're alP safe, after al1.'
 looked. at my little group for a time, all soaked to the skin, all hud- dled nowAelose together
 Willy 7 said I at last, W here's John, the cook"
 'sWhy. don't know said Willy. Didn't he come with your,
 'sWnat's tlfat?'' said Peterson sharp Ay. You didn't obey orders P
 srWe11, thought he was in the oth- esr boat explained Willy, hanging his hheAd.
 ssxou'H get your time, said the old
 
 railroad, and you'll go home by raiI-t
 What are you trying to do, Mir. liar ry7' he demanded of me moment later. was looking at the Iongboat. Well, he's part of the boats com. tany.1 said I, '.and we've got to save him, Peterson
 Whats that7'' asked Helena, now coming up-and then, ssWhy. John, ouf c0oK, isn't .heref is lie ?,' She. too, look ed at the 4ongboat and the sea. How hCsrf5Iee' she said. "Horriblel,'
 What does he mean to do gs she de. naAnded now of Peterson in turn. The old man only looked at her.
 Surely, you don't mean to go out ghere again. she said.
 turned to them both, half cold with anger. Do you think I'd leave him out there to die, perhaps? It was my own fault not to see him in the boat.''
 sIt wasn't reiterated Peterson. "It was Willy's fault-or mine"
 "In-either case it's likely to be equal Iy serious for him NeTcAIl't leave the poor devil helpless that way
 "Mr. Harry" began Peterson again ''hes only a Chinaman."
 .1Take shame to yourself for that Peterson,'' said I He's part of the boats company-a good cook-yes, but more than good cOok'-
 well why didn't 1e come up with Ahe rest of us s!s' eo 5las
 "Because he was at his place o1 duty below until ordered up," said I.
 Peterson pondered for a moment saThatss right said he at length. "I'll go out with yoH.''
 I felt Helena's hand on my arm s'Its awful out there, said she. But only turned to look at her in the hall azarkness and shook ef eer hand.