New Ulm review. (New Ulm, Brown County, Minn.) 1892-1961, 1915-11-24
CHAPTER XVIII.
IN Which I Rescue tho Cook

WYNN
al He boat dropped into the cup
Of a sea, rose level with the
rail the next instant and toss
~ ed perilously. l saw the two
women huddled in the bottom of her,
their eyes covered; saw Williams
climbing over them and easing her at
the bowline. Then as we seized the
next instant Of the rhythm and hauled
her alongside Peterson made a leap
and went aboard her, and Williams
scrambled back once more across the
two huddled FORMS saw him wrench
at the engine crank and heard the spit.
ting chug Of the little motor. They
fell off in the seaway. Peterson hold
ing her with an oar as be could till
the screws caught Then l saw her
answer the helm. and they staggered
off. passing out of the beam of our
searchlight, so that it seemed to me
had said goodby to Helena forever.
We who remained had no davits to
aid us and must launch by hand For
a moment l stood and made my plans.
First called to Willy, our deck hand.
who had the dinghy now astern some
fashion. "Are you ready?" demand
ed. But the next moment heard his
call astern and knew that, monkey.
like, he had got her over and was
aboard her somehow.
'Now, boys" said I. 'come here and
shake hands with Black Bart, They
came, their serious eyes turned up to
me. And never has deeper emotion
seized me than as felt their young
hands In mine. We said nothing.
''Now. bear hand there. you. Jeanv'
pulled open the gate Of the rail and
ran out the landing stage, on which the
fat bottomed skiff sat With an oar
pushed It across at right angles az
nearly as possible when she cleared
"Quick! Get in, both of'you," called.
was holding the inboard end of the
plank undera wedged oar shaft, thrust
below the sill Of the forward cabin
door. They scrambled out and in.
Jean grasping the blight of the painter
that I handed him and passing it over
the rail-
Nov, look out" called and drop
ped the landing stage to meet the swell
Of the next wave. They slid. tilted,
righted, rose Highland held. The next
moment I sprang, fell into the sea, was
caught by the collar as my hand grasp
ed the cockpit coaming, and so I slid
in. somehow, over the end deck, and
caught the end Of the painter from
Johns hand and 10 CT bov. f,.oo
The drift carried us off at once, and
the next wave almost hid the hull of
the Belle Helene. knew at once we
were powerless and that our one hope
lay in drifting ashore There is no
worse sea boat than low, fat ducking
boat, decked though she be, and of
good coaming. for she butts into and
does not rise to sea. But now
thanked my star one thing only was in
our favor. We rolled like a log, al
ready half full Of water, but we floated
because in each end of our skiff was
big empty tin air tank. put there In
spite Of the laughing protest Of the
builder, who said no room was left for
decoys under the decks. Just now
those tin cans were worth more than
many duck decoys
Keep DOWN. ordered. "And hold
on" The boys obeyed me. could
see their gaze bent on me as the source
Of their hope. their reliance Jimmy
was now free from the first violence
Of the seasickness. but I saw Jeans
hand on his arm.
Gee!" I heard tho latter mutter a
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