Atlanta semi-weekly journal. (Atlanta, Ga.) 1898-1920, 1916-02-15
CHAPTER LXI.
CUTTHROATS.

-As the keel of the Missouri's
launch grated against the sand, An
nette sprang out and waded glee-
fully ashore. Neal was a close sec
ond.
''Toss us the jolly Roger, boys,
exclaimed Annette, well take pos
session of Lost Isle"
A sailor harpooned a rolled up
flag through the air toward An
nette, and it fell, unfurled, upon
the shore, almost at her feet. She
seized it and thrust it into the
sand, setting its stars and stripes
free to float and toss, upon the
balmy southern air.
Two sailors carried Mrs. Hardin
through the shallow water. A lieu
tenant leaped out with Ilington, and
bounded TO dry land.
The lieutenant looked about him.
"This bays a wonder" he ,ex-
claimed, 'here's an ideal coaling
station ..-.a ~ ..-
Ilington peered inland through
his glasses. Looks good" he said,
and not a soul in sight. A bit
volcanic, maybe. But what's the
odds, so long as there's quick
silver.
Cliffs yonder up the coast,
added the lieutenant, also busy
with his binoculars.
Annette seized her fathers
glasses. She scanned the skyline
of the island Suddenly she
plucked Meals sleeve. What's
that" she queried. Neal took the
eses
He nodded. That's the tip top of
your old fort" he returned spying a
bit of crumbled masonry outlined
against the foliage beyond, you remem-
Der its location on the map" |
The lieutenant put up his binoculars.
wen camp and feed he remarked,
after that we'll see" AZ
1t was two hours later that An S
nette, pursuing q hairless little trop- kFk
ical animal along the beach, roundedERS
corner, and espied a sail.
Her heart leaped into her throat *:
She recalled swiftly her discovery OF
the blackened human skull upon the q;
shore of a twentieth century canni 5ES
bal standard she shivered, even taE
the sight Of sail. But she was tn ka9
daughter of a fearless, reckless mat ~
named Ilington-and she stood he
ground. Upon her person, she car
ried a sure-fire automatic; she ex N3
/ amined IL and found it i'll eXcellen Es6
condition. Then she turned he ssSN
( glance once more upon, the sail. FL
/ II was rar away, this sail, and ~
first seemed to be Tapping idly tt sW
and fro in the breeze. 1t reared il N
! self above a small boat It was no
| an ordinary SALT was a makeshift -
And yet 1t was a white mans craft
| and a white mans sail. That nue.
was sure. 1t betokened civilization
rather than savagery. But what va
it doing here?
| And then Annette's heart stoo,
still again. For within the boat wa {
human figure. Annette shrank be {
fore a rock and watched. And sud 4
denly she knew
The figure was Inez She wa
alone, and seemed TO be making fran
tic efforts to sail the boat She coulC 4
do many things, this attractive youn' q
! Spaniard, but Annette laughed as sh
]
boat. Annette watched her with in
terest. And while she watched {
stiff breeze sprang up and nearly
! swamped the boat. Z
Annette lost all sense of fear anC Q
caution. Inez now was in genuin
trouble kind of trouble that An
nette well understood Flinging eaO r
ton to the winds Annette sped dow
the beach, calling to Inez as sh 9
went.
"Inez-Inez," she cried, edo as
say--Inez-"
IEez heard her, and Immediately for
sock the tiller and the rope and hel
out her hands beseechingly over tn |
gunwale Of the boat 1t ives til
hest course she could have pursued
The little boat. left TO itself, swun
about and plunged full tilt towar
the shore. Z
As it struck Annette was there 6
mete it, She dashed into the sur
and dragged Inez I'm safety to DIR -
land. Inez was frantic with fear.
Once she felt dry ground beneath
her feet she spTang back once more z
into the surf and tugged frantically
1T the small boat. :,
We must keep this boat" She
cried, cts the only way-the only 4
way to get away from here. We must &