The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1916-09-23
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Dack toward the stern. NIarston ap- peared below. He caught at the rail and clambered up; stumbled, fell down, clambered up again and gained the bridge. Barrett caught him and held him. Mnrston choked and could not speak. Barrett's arm about him found a great hole in his side. A piece C of shell had struck Marston in the lungs. The blood was strangling him in Barrctt's arms.
 "What is 1t, Billy?'' Barrett was beg. ging him. "What is it?"
 Marston could make no reply. Bar rett pleaded with him. It was to the wireless cabin that Marston had gone from Barrett with the warning for which all were giving their lives. Had Marston been wounded beside the ra- dio instruments? Had the shell which struck him burst there and destroyed the sending coils at the same time? Was it that which Marston had come back to tell? Barrett put the ques- tion. MarstOn shook his head. It was not that, so it must be the other. Tho message was sent. It had gone. Hut cllins had got it to Washington. The nation now knew! That was what Narston had brought himself back to say. Barrett remembered now the last thing he had said to Nfarston. "You ! mean it's sent, Billy?I he crie1. "You came back to tell me if's gone?"
 Marston choked as he tried to reply he could rot speak, but. his nod an swered for him and his eyes-the eyes of a man moment before death defiant, bold, triumphant. Marston's eyes closed, then opened again and looked past Barrett to the sea where, far off still, the Falcon was firing, A ehcll from the Falcon struck sdnle- where astcrn, but at it's havoc Marston smiled as he looked back to Barrett once more. ''They can kill us, but we've beaten themr' his smile said as plainly as words to his commander. 'aThcy can kill us, but we've done what we've come to dol"
 Barrett stood straight, with head erect, so that his men who still might zee him could know. befare they died, hat they had tEiuplphed He turned as, after the shock of the next shell from the Falcon bursting within the hull he realized that some one had come up beside him. It was the chief quarfermaster, Daniels, whom he had ordered to detail Q guard for Hutchins, the wireless operator The quarter master, like Barrett, was still unhurt; he stood stiff as he saluted.
 What is it?" Barrett challenged him. ASir. MI. Hutchins was spy!'
 What ?'s
 .Sir, I found he was flashing the spark with the switch thrown out be tween the tansmitter and the aerial wires"
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 T shot him, sir.4 But before could kill him he smashedo the condensers. MT. Spurstbw is working to fix them now. He sent me to report, sir, that he believed no message which was or dered has been sent"
 The blood throbbed dazedly in Bar rett's brain.
 1'Hutchins was a spy!"
 That spies were enlisted, that there might be spy on his ship, Barrett had known we'll To guard against . spy Barrett had told Daniels to station the guard at the radio instruments, and Daniels had chosen to stand guard there himself. He had served to pro , tact the operator, but 1t was the op. 1 orator himself who was the spy! As | soon as the Quartermastef had seen this he had shot Hutchins. Spurstow the relief operator, who had been kept below to be called if Hutchins were
 hurt, was working to repair the ap. paratus which Hutchins had destroy. ed But now-now what could he do;
 By a miracle it seemed to Barrett his nasts and the radio wires stretched be. Ntween them still remained. At any instant now, with the striking of the next shell in ten or twenty seconds, g
 mast might go, all the radio installa.
 ton be destroyed. If they were Jeff undamaged to the end the ship could not last many more minutes.
 i Barrett gasped before the quarter
 master. "How long-- He started te
 ask the time which Spurstow might
 need to repair or replace the condens
 CTS, but Barrett stopped. It made nc
 difference now how long 1t might take
 it was the only thing now to do-to try
 to repair the radio and to keep the shiE l aaoat as long as might be.
 "Go back to MT. Spurstow,~ Barrett
 commanded the quartermaster, land | tell him I understand; I'll do for hin all can" One to the right, the other to the left
 the enemy's destroyers were coming uI
 very fast. The Falcon, too, was closer
 and following each spot of haze before it's guns shell struck and burst with
 in the American ship. Yet, were tht
 ship only a few knots faster, Barrett
 knew he could, still get away. He could l have viewed the enemy's fleet ana might bring off his ship safe But now CHAPTER II.
 The Shadow of the Sword. | A DAZZLING flare! Blackness N Peace for an instant, quiet likt | H the peace of death. Then tn,