The review. [volume] (High Point, N.C.) 1908-19??, 1915-09-23

" ling ne Sl1ppeQ aside into DI1nQ
alley, and let the crowd slide by like
huge many-colored avalanche. When
ne joined the crowd again, Hernandez
and his Aztec ally were ahead of him
and not behind.
TO the sea-to the sea''-the voice
of the multitude raised itself in agony.
There was but one cry-"t the sea-
let me past-7zmake room for me-to
the sea-to the sea-"
At a crazy little wharf Ilington
twitched himself and Manuella and the
child deity to one side and let the
crowd plunge on.
He scanned the surface of the bay,
the fringe of shore. The bay was dot
ted with small boats, laden to the gun
wales. The water was alive with
swimmers.
Ilington turned suddenly-at his
side stood Hernandez. Ilington shook
his head.
There's not chance" he said.
''Senor Ilington,'' said Hernandez,
''you are indeed fortunate to nave tied
yourself to me. Always I have some
thing up my sleeve" He jerked his
head. Follow me-" he added.
Ilington, wondering, followed, drag
ging Manuella with him.
Swiftly the group moved along the
water front-they fought their way
inch by inch. Suddenly Hernandez
darted out upon another wharf.
'Stand in a circle" he commanded,
"and when I say the word-quick &C
ton, senor.'
Then Hernandez stopped quickly
and jerked back trap door that had
been fitted into the planking.
Quick" he whispered, drop"
He seized Manuella and dropped her
through the opening. She screamed
this scream rose to shrek when she
struck the water. But her alarm was
unwarranted. There was no danger
she stood waistdeep in water. Ponto
followed with a leap-he knew his
ground. Ilington lowered himself
warily, to save Annette from injury;
chung for one instant to the edge of the
opening with one brawny hand, and
then dropped straight as plummet.
Hernandez followed suit, closing the
trap door behind him. The closing of
this door left them almost in total
darkness.
"Senor," whispered Hernandez, Il
have a boat One moment, please"
He CROPPED about and caught rope
tied to a pile. He drew it in, hand
over hand.
"In," said everybody
in"
The group obeyed. The boat was
small
"Senor," said Hernandez, you are
large-you are tall. See yonder ray of
light-it is an opening, just wide
enough to admit of this small craft.
Leap out, senor-draw us thither-it
is the sole way to the sea-"
Ilington dragged the boat through
the narrow opening and swung back
into his place.
'Il1 row." he said.
Suddenly Hernandez pointed toward
the north. Look, senor," he ex-
claimed, "succor-yonder is saliva
tion."
Ilington followed his glance. His
face lighted.
Salvation is right" he returned in
tones of relief, "a steamer-and,
what's more, she flies the American
flag. Good luck
Under the command of her captain,
Hardin, the Princess had steamed back
into the rain of living fire to rescue
whom she might.
On the forward deck of the steamer
stood Captain Hardin-and beside
him his small son-to welcome refu-
gees. And there were many refugees
to welcome. Captain Hardin soon
saw he must discriminate.
Finally he shook his head. Ben"
he told his mate "we're filling up.
Pick your crowd from now on-only
the helpless-children, women, old
men. Reject all others"
Welcher, with two of the crew be-
hind him-both scared into a frenzy
all armed with capstan bars-raised
aloft his b1udgeon.
mo moreno more!" he cried. "I'll
brain the first man who tries to get
aboard"
Suddenly above the din, a powerful
voice was heard.
"Ahoy, there, Princess cried this
voice.
Welcher followed the sound. It
came from the lungs of powerfully
built man rowing 1eaky boat.
make way there" beloved the
oarsman, Ilington; lone moment,
Princess Where's the captain?"
Ilington seized his little daughter
Annette and uncovered her head.
Never mind me-" he said. II want
refuge for this woman and the child"
other ounce Of human flesh aboard |
his boat" he said.
There was tug upon his arm. He
;urned. Little Neal Hardin, the cap |