Evening capital and Maryland gazette., 1915-09-23
CONTINUED from Yesterdays capitall

Gunsdorrs answer was TO urv twv
wild shots from his automatic. Bar
clay slammed the hatch to and sue
ceeded in fastening it so that it could
not be opened from below.
Then he went once more TO the cap
tain and talked to him for some time
in an undertone. After that he walked
Sturtevant and Semmes TO tell them
what had happened.
He's been insane for some time"
said Sturtevant He wouldn't stop
at anything. l hope to God he hasn't
got stick of dynamite with him. He'd
think nothing of blowing himself to
pieces IL we went, too."
Gunsdorf had no stick of dynamite.
He had only an automatic with few
cartridges in the magazine, and an in
sane, murderous rage and hatred in
his breast.
So they'd land somewhere. would
they? He'd be carried back to the
starting point, would he? Not IL he
knew it. His ride on the back of the
automobile was all in vain, was it?
he q show em-damn EN-!
And his hands, their strength re-
freshed by hatred. insanity and sui
cidal daring, sought and found the
big auger and began to bore hole
through the bottom of the schooner.
He would drown, but so would they!
After a time the edge of the hole he
Was boring became damp, water began
to trickle from the bit, then to spit
and hiss. then the bit went clear
through, and when he had withdrawn
it water spouted upward as from a
garden hose.
Gunsdorf laughed aloud, and at once
began to bore a second hole. When
he had nearly finished a third the bit
broke short off, and Gunsdorf cursed.
But the Mary Nye was taking in a
good deal of water, and the failure
OF the bit only seemed to have post
poned the time when the sea should
close over her.
But in the book of fate the Mary
Nye was not destined to perish by wa
ter alone. Among her heterogeneous
coastwise cargo which had not been
unloaded, from the small hold back OF
the main hold, were two sacks Of un-
slaked lime. After a time a trickle
of water found it's way to these, and
they began to smoke.
The first person to be aware Of the
smoke was Gunsdorf. 1t filtered into
the main hold before it found its way
to the deck Gunsdorf at the moment,
with a kind of diabolical eagerness,
was trying to calculate the rapidity
with which the water was rising. This
was a difficult matter. owing TO the
motion of the vessel.
When he smelled the smoke his
heart almost stopped beating. he was
frightened. Water and dynamite had
no terror for him. but death by fire
had always been his nightmare. He
was like man waking after a great
drunkenness, during which, let us say,
he has committed some crime which
his frenzied brain at the time of its
commission had seemed a reasonable
and even a meritorious thing to do,
but the memory of which makes the
same brain, the fumes of alcohol gone,
a prey to the most awful terror and
remorse.
In short, the man had recovered
from his murderous and suicidal mad
ness. He was sane-a rational crea-
ture, who realized what he had done,
and that the deed was in vain, and
that he alone would be destroyed
by it,
What madness to suppose that such
a man as Barclay would stay by the
Mary Nye till she went down? She
carried boat for just such an emer-
gency. But he, Gunsdorf, while the
others rowed merrily off, would be
left in the dark
In the first moment of reasoning it
did not occur to him that the ship
was on fire. Rather he thought that
the smoke was some devilish device
Of the triumyirate to asphyxiate him.
ITO Be Continuedl