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

reach. Hold her there-steady-
steadyl" lie had thrown himself fiat.
face down. on the half.deck forward
and VAS clutching at something In the
heavlng seas. I've got him!" he
cried. and a moment later he was work.
Ing his way aft. holding the mans face
out OF water,
II asked for their united strength
to get the ~gray.haired, heavy.bodled
victim OF the capsize over the Clytie's
rail. They had to bring the lifebelt
too: the old mans fingers we're sunk
into II with a dying grip that could not
be broken. At first Griswold was too
much preoccupied and shocked to rec.
ognize the drawn face with It's hard.
lined mouth and long upper lip. When
he did recognize II the gripping fear
was at his heart-the fear that makes
a cruel coward OF the hunted thing in
all nature.
What might have happened II he had
be,I alone; II Margery, taking her
place at the tiller and busying herself
swiftly In getting the catboat under
way again, had not been looking on:
he dared not think. And that other
frightful thought he put away. fighting
against II madly as a condemned man
might push the cup OF hemlOck from
his lips. Forcibly breaking the drowned
ones hold upon the lifebelt, he fell to
work energetically, resorting to the
first aid expedients for the revivlng OF
the drowned as he had learned them
in his boyhood. once, only, he flung a
word over his shoulder at Margery as
he fought for the old mans life. Make
for the nearest landing where we can
get a doctor!" he commanded; and
then. In a passion OF gratitude: 20
derer!-he's coming back! He's
breathing again."
A little later he was able TO leave of
the iirst.aid arm .pumpings and chest.
DRESSINGS: to s%traightnn the limp and
SPRAYING limbs. and to dive into the
cuddy cabin. under Margery's direc.
tons, for blankets and rugs. When all
was done that could be done. and he
had propped the blanket.swathed body
with the cushions so that the crash
and plunge OF the pitching catboat
would be minimized for the sufferer,
he went aft to sit beside the helms.
woman, who was getting the final
~wave.leap OF speed out Of the little
vessel.
"He Is alive" she asked.
Yes; and that is about all that can
be said. He isn't drowned but he is
old, and the shock has gone pretty
near to swapping the thread"
"Of course. you remember him. she
said. looking away across the leaping
waters.
Griswold. with his heart on fire with
generous emotions. felt the cold hand
gripping him again.
He is the old gentleman you intro
duced me to at the Inn the other day:
Galbraith; is that the name?"
Yes" she rejoined. still looking
away: that Is the name"
Griswold fell silent for the time; but
a little later, when the catboat was
rushing in long plunges through the
entrance TO the Wahaskan arm OF the
lake. he said; you are going to take
Him TO Mereside?"
Yes. He Is n friend OF poppa's,
And. anyway, it's the nearest place,
and you said there was no time TO
lose"
Grlswold helped the bearers lift the
blanketed figure out OF the Clytie's
cockpit, and while he was doing IT,
the steel.gray eyes of the rescued one
opened slowly TO fix a stony gaze upon
the face of the man who was bending
owe him. What tho thin lips were
muttering Griswold heard, and so did
one other. 80 it's you. Is It, ye muir
dering %blue.eyed deevil?" And then:
"Eh, man, man. but I'm sick"
Griswold walked with Margery al
the tail OF the little procession as II
wound It's way up the path TO the great
house.
you heard what he said?" he in
quired craftily.
Yes: he Is out OF his head. and nc
wonder" she said soberly. Then
you must go home and change a
once; you are drenched 10 the skin
Don't walt to come In. III take care
OF your manuscript"