The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1915-11-22

was the seounuIe1 of a Iiuspsnd aII this time? He lost sight of the gray panorama, the tossing boat beyond. that handsome face with the scared chin. A cold air, like that which sweeps over ice fields, entered his heart. Was he the man
 His eogitations were rudely broken in upon. He saw Lester stand up, lean against the ti1ler rope, and the boat careered in an abrupt half circle.
 Whats up?'
 Look at Reeds bay! We've got to get out of here, quick!''
 One of those inexplicably sudden squalls from the north was coming out of Reed 's--smau angry whifecaps top ping waves as green as ma1achite.
 Lester, there's d woman in &Bily's boat, and they are headed for. Pidgin.''
 'BilPs crazyI'' shouted Lester.
 The squan struck-the air was bitter cold
 Lester, when they turn back you turn back, but not till them
 'I tell you, MT. Cranford, this is a bad hole to be in, Time to get out. I know what Pm talking about, : ssNo doubt of it, Lester, but there's a woman out there.''
 t.An right.''
 The boat came about sturdily.
 Calmly Lester took the life belt from under his rowing Seat ana buckled it on Cranford followed his example. The real danger lay not in heading for Pidgin, but in trying to land or. leave. The tempest-for there was now no doubt in the mind of either man that this squan was backed by sterner stuff-would drive them with out particularly grave danger; but to stop and turn in the, middle distance was matter of life and death
 A blow like this in the morning never finished the day. but when the god of winds blew his pipes in the afternoon, snug harbors for mankind. It is four miles from Long point to Pfdgin.
 About a mile out the squal1 became a tempest in fact.
 tNEake the ropest'' cried Lester, step ping back into the stern with Cranford. s'T'll watch her and meet lem as they .come.''
 He knelt, with hand on the battery switch. s.If Bill monkeys with his en-e zine, God knows what'll happen to the danged fool! Whats he thinking of? We can't land and we won't be- able to get away. We're in fine hole We can't go back now. But you wait. we'll be kindling wood before night" E There was but one chance-Cranford appreciated this as well as Lester-and this, chance was the shal1owness of the water in front of the dock and the boathouse.
 This is not to infer that the boats themselves would benefit by this chance. Nothing of the sort. TO an chor them twenty or thirty feet out and trust to luck and the strength of the cables, that was their hope of sal vation.
 As for their occupants, they would have to slip over the sides and wade in, water chest high, at the mercy Of the buTeting surges which would be flying over the shoai.
 The swells lifted them-visuaIly they had disappeared--and the north, waves battered and smashed against their quarters growing in height each mo ment. The wind sang like aD orches- tra of bassoons. It was useless to talk
 Uncle Billy had steadied down to half power, praying under his stuBbly mustache as he lad never prayed be- fore that the engine would not break, down, s.go back oil hin.'' To him q hundred dollars was large sum, q third of what he made all summer with steady work, but as the shaft of the light on Pidgtn grew clearer and nearer the value of a hundred dollars diminished proportionately. (To Be Continue0.o