Baraboo weekly news. [volume] (Baraboo, Wis.) 1912-197?, 1915-02-25

| IaqueS Mig. Co., Chicago.
an hour ago!"
Gomez" echoed Danny in surprise.
/ Gone where?"
| Across the strait to the village"
said Mrs. McIzaac, Ito be married. She
| would have her way. She was wait
! ing for him at the wreck this night
and just as you started fighting he
| came along"
'If I'd "a known it," said Danny,
doubling up his fist.
"She had a mind to play game on
you all' said Mrs McIzaac.
"Well, she did," said Danny slowly.
| The two discarded suitOrs turned
from the door.
| care you going home?" asked Neil.
mo" said Danny. "Pm minded to
go to the slip. When they come in
want to see them"
But they'll never come in this
blow" protested Neil
They'll have to come some time,
and | want to be the first to see them"
persisted Danny.
Together the two men, now soaked
to the skin and thoroughly detected,
walked down to the slip, in whose en-
normous cradle all sorts of craft are
dragged ashore for repairs. They had
just ~eached i wheL far out In the
harbor they Seard> the screams Of
woman.
Help! Help!" she cried.
The cry was caught up and repeated
by a man. Neil looked at Danny and
Danny looked at Neil. Neither spoke,
but together they sprang to where
Murchisonn's dory, with the oars care
fully laid across the thwarts, was ly
ing on the beach. They dragged 1t
down and launched it, All their clum-
siness was gone. They were in their
element
They were hip-deep in the battling
surge before they climbed In and
seized the oars. A few strong, quick
strokes sent the dory out from the
shore. Once free from the danger Of
being cast back, both men began to
pull desperately in the direction from
which the sounds he'd come.
It was a mad half hours work be-
fore they neared the spot, for the run
Of the ebbing tide had been dragging
the imperiled ones out to the strait.
The dory was constantly shipping
water, and Neil more than once stop
ped rowing to bail
At last they reached the other boat.
Rachel sat in the bow, and Angus
sculled Intellectually from the stern.
Neil and Danny circled them once,
and then came in close, running al
most under their bow. AS they passed
Rachel deity fastened the painter Of
her boat to the ring in the stern of
the dory. Neil and Danny, without
saying word, bent to their work, and
Angus steadied his boat with his oar.
The getting back was lighter work
than the getting out; for, though tbs
sea ran high, the storm was dying.
When Danny and Neil had dragged
both boats safe to the shore they went
over and looked at the clippers. The
wind and the rain had ruined Racheps
fnery, and the clothes that Angus had
proudly brought from Halifax chung
shrinkingly to him. Tiny streams OF
black, muddy waters trickled down
from the new black derby-the first
the village had seen-that even the
force of the wind and rain had not
been able to blow from his head
Aye" said Danny, you're the
happy man? Aye, I supposed"
There was deal of yelled irony in
his tone. Angus wheeled away from
him. Rachel stood proudly defiant,
and her cheeks took on deeper color.
Your oar broke" said Danny in
tone that indicated that in his opinion
such must be the case.
ut didn't break" Rachel burst out.
"He lost it! At the first whip Of the
tide it WENT"
Lost it?" incredulous1y chorused
Danny and Neil together. Then the |
thole-pin broke"
ct didn't" said Rachel doggedly; |
che just lost it."
Both men seemed dumfounded at
what she said. 1t was beyond COM |
prehension that any man accustomed /
to the sea should have lost his oar, |
Danny slowly ZalkaG aJ1<-to he--