The Bottineau courant. (Bottineau, Bottineau County, N.D.) 1895-1929, 1916-07-27
CHAPTER XXI
4 Stem on the Sand

put ashore by Tyler, but the morning
Of the second day broke clear and a
hot sun beat down.
Early in the morning Lent issued
forth from the shack where he had
found shelter with one of the three
white men who inhabited the island.
It vas an island of some proportions,
he was told, and the three white set
tiers thereon eked out a lazy existence
dealing with traders in the limited
commodities the island boosted.
None of this interested Lent. With
as few words as possible he had made
arrangements for accommodations
with one of the white men until a
trading vessel should put in an ap-
pearance and aid him in returning to
civilization. Now that the storm had
ceased he sought a cool spot to figure
out his state of affairs. All that he
was sure of was that he had saved
his skin, two gripsacks and a bundle.
In the bundle however, was a Tuxedo
coat, and wrapped in the coat were
more than fifteen thousand dollars in
gold and yellow-backs. '+"
He had hardly expected to get away
with the money, but Tyler's thoughts
were evidently on something else
when Lent was put ashore.
Well, the money was something, re.
Elected Lent, but on the other hand
through his treachery Hemenway was
dead by this time, or worse than dead
-adrift and helpless in an open boat
at sea without a chance in a million of
being rescued.
And the Carteret boys and Melon
aid were abandoned on their island,
their yacht, their launch gone and in
a very serious plight.
Lent was not utterly heartless, and
he was genuinely sorry for the terrible
fate of Hemenway. AS for the others,
theirs was not a hopeless case, and
Lent resolved to try and make amends
in some way for his treacherous act.
Hemenway he gave up as lost.
Lent was no sailor. All he knew o.
steamship was what he had learned
on the voyage from San Francisco.
But he had an alert mind and be set
himself about figuring the location of
the island where the twins and the de-
tective were marooned. Picking up a
| of the yacht, as near as he could judge
| from the time it left Little North
| America" to the time of it's arrival at
the island where he now was,
When he had finished his rough cal
culations he came to the conclusion
that Little North America" was not
more than forty miles, probably less,
| in a south easterly direction.
He was carefully going over his fig
ures to verify them when he heard a
step near by and glancing over his
shoulder he saw something that made
his hair stand on end.
It was Hemenway!
He walked briskly up to Lent,
slapped him on the shoulder with one
hand and held out the other.
Hello, Joe, old SCOUT" he said
with a grin. knocked you silly
didn't I? Come out of your trance
Here I am. They can't keep a good
man down you know"
He pumped away at Lent's lifeless
hand, smiling all the while. Lent
could not utter a word.
Hemenway didn't give his com
| panion a chance to ask q question. He
| ratified on:
Eyes, sir; I thought my goose was
cooked when the gasoline gave out
and the yacht kept sailing on. And
| when the true situation dawned upon
me I just about collapsed. I threw
myself down in the launch and cried
| You wouldn't believe 1t would you!
Funny I didn't think of the gaso
line all the time I was chasing the
schooner. I nearly had her, too;
! didn't /? When I winged Hawkins
wouldn't have given counterfeit mon
ey for the lives of any of them, for
would have killed them, Joe, just as
sure as I'm standing here if I had ev'
er got my foot planted on board that
schooner"
Hemenway scrowled suddenly and
sighed; but he quickly Enlightened w
and continued cheerfufly:
Caught YOU asleep. did they, and
gagged you and took you on board thu
yacht, and you couldn't do a thing tc
help yourself or Us either? But
that's an right; I'll get them yet; that
is, after we get u fellows out of the
! scrape we left 'em in.
"I'm going to spend some years in
this territory, and Tyler and his gans
will eve get away from me. This
world is too small for Tyler and my
self to live in.
"Well, anyway, I sat helpless in that
launch, with the hot sun beating down
and my tongue hanging out for thirst
1t seemed like a year before the sun
went down, with me rolling around
in that launch until l thought / wou1u
60 crazy.
"But after shutdown up came q
storm, and it was a beaut; at least, 1t
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