The Tucumcari news and Tucumcari times. [volume] (Tucumcari, N.M.) 1907-1921, 1916-02-03

sounding thum1s; that the wine was
rising. and tina he summer afternoon
sky had becC.e suddenly overcast.
The pretty tilier maiden was pushing
the helm down with her foot and haul.
ing In briskly on the sheet when he
sat up
whats this we're coming to-" he
asked. thinking less OF the changed
weather conditions than OF the charm.
ing picture she made In action.
Weather" she said shortly. Look
behind you"
lie looked and saw a huge storm
cloud rising out OF the northwest and
spreading like n great gray dust cur
tain from horizon to zenith.
There's a good bunch OF wind In
that cloud" he said, springing to help
his companion with the Stating main.
sail. Hadn't we better lie up under
the island and let II blow over?"
NO" she snapped. Wen have TO
reef. and be quick about II. Help mel"
lie helped with the r%eefing. and the
great mainsail had been successfully
reduced TO It's smallest area and hoist.
ed home again before the trees on the
western shore began TO bow and churn
In the precursor blasts of the coming
storm.
1T will hit Ms in less than a min.
ute: how about weatherlng that
island?" he asked.
We've got to weather It," was the
instant decision; we can't 80 around"
Then. the catboat still hanging in the
wiz Is eye: Help me get her over"
Hadn't you better let her fall or n
little more and run for IT." he sug.
gostod, and he had TO shout IL into the
pink ear nearest to him to make him.
self heard above the roaring OF the
wind and the crashing plunges Of the
boat.
She shook her head and made an i'm.
patient little gesture with her elbow
toward the storm.lashed raceway over
the bows. Criswold winked the spray
out OF his eyes and looked. At first
he saw nothing but the wild waste OF
white"aps, but at the next attempt he
made out the hotel steam launch, half.
way TO the entrance OF the southern
bay and a little to leeward of the ely.
ties course. The small steamer was
evidently no seaboat. and with more
courage than seamanship. its steers.
man was driving straight for the Inn
bay without regard for the direction of
the wind and the seas.
That's ole Halyerson!" cried the
tilleE maiden with scorn in her voice.
He thinks because he happens to
have a steam engine he needn't look to
see which way the wind is blowing"
She's pitching pretty badly" Girls
void called back. IF he only had
sense enough TO ease OF a little.
=" Suddenly he became aware OF
the finer heroism OF his companion, He
knew o why she had refused to take
shelter under the lee OF the island.
and why she VAS holding the catboat
down TO the edge OF peril to keep the
windward advantage Of the laboring
steamer. "Margery, girl, you're n
darling" he shouted. Take all the
chances you want to and I'm with YOU.
II We go to the bottom!"
She nodded complete intelligence
and took in another inch Of the strain.
ing main sheet.
Griswold looked again, this time
owe the catboat's counter. and saw n
big schooner, close rcefed, hauling out
from a little bay on the north shore.
The launch's plight had evidently i'm
pressed others with the necessity OF
doing something. The need was suf'
lcicntly urgent. Once again the Swed'
ish man OF machinery in charge OF the
craft In peril was inching his helm up
In a vain ondeavor to hold the course,
and the little steamer was rolling al
most funnel under, Griswold forgot
his companion was a woman and
swore rabidly.
Look at the fool" he yelled. Hes
trying to come about! II he gets into
the trough"
The thing was done almost as he
; spoke. A wilder squall than any OF the
, preceding ones caught the upper works
OF the launch and heeled her spitefully,
At the critical instant the steersman
lost his head and spun the wheel, and
II was all over. With a heaving plunge
and a muflcd explosion the launch
was gone.
once again Griswold was given 70
see the stun Margery Grierson was
made OF In the liner warp and woof OF
her.
That's for u.s." she said calmly;
and then: Help me get another inch
or two on this sheet. We don't want
10 let those people on the Osprey dc
all the heroic things"
Together they held the catboat down
to It's work, sending 1t ripping through
the crested waves and fighting sturdi
ly for every foot OF the precious wind
ward advantage. None the less, II was
the big schooner, thrashing down the
wind with every square yard OF It's
reefed canvas drawing, which was frs
4 at the scene OF disaster. Through the
j rain and spume they could see the
4 s%chooner's crew picking up the ship
4 wrecked who were cling