The Seattle star. [volume] (Seattle, Wash.) 1899-1947, 1916-06-02

lifted them and the north waves
battered and smashed against their
quarters. growing In height each
moment
Uncle Billy had steadicd down
to halfpower. praying under bis
atuhbly mustache that the engiae
would not go back on him"
There was no fear on her face
somehow II looked lean and lion
esslike. That Lester was grimly
tagging on behind was his only
consolation. Two boats In a gale
were always safer than ono.
He turned and bawied against
the wind: I'm a thunderin' tar.
nation fool. Miss wynna = they's
anythin on that DANCED Island
wuth stackin' our lives against. I'd
like { know whu, II Ia"
"a raiah's ransom. Uncle Billy
And ! am trying TO prevent a
crime"
Well. I'm commlttin' one bring
In y out here"
A comber seethed over the stern.
The spray blinded the girl and
partly stranEled her Once she
looked back over her shoulder.
A warm little thrill ran over her.
He was following. following. She
was at once glad and worried. Glad
that he should wish to share her
danger. worried for fear he might
find out what desperate need had
made her tempt fate,
wuAAat attanHa raauaffAp ~
vibration--she came back 10 actu.
allties. The dreadful thing had
happened. The engine had stop.
ped
Uncle Billy. quick TO appreciate
that this was no time 10 tinker.
slung out his starboard oar and
pulled. with both hands.
Still pulling with his left hand.
he paved back OF him for the
three-pronged anchor. shipped the
oar. heayed the iron, and made
fast.
For a minute or two they drag.
ged. then some friendly rock OF.
fered purchase. and the boat came
about with her bow head-on TO the
wind. They were safe for a time.
Uncle Billy was perhaps 300
yards from the dock. Lester could
tow him In as far az he deemed
necessary to go. There was no
possible chance OF making a land.
ing with the boats.
Il guess I've gone n done II.
Miss Wynne," said Uncle Billy,
rubbing his bleeding knuckles.
Know whut we got & do?"
Yes. When we get near enough
drop over and swim or wade In"
See whut they're doin'7" point
ing 10 the huge combers racing
past and fllnging themselves like
ravenlng wolves against tho island.
Miss Wynne. wen never git
ashore 'thout some o US gittin'
hurt. Four lives depend on level
heads. miss. Y amt afrsid?"
NO, Uncle Billy. I'm only sorry
for all this trouble"
"All right. I'm { blame. I've
let hundred dollars foozle me
IAN I've dragged Mr.. Crawford n
Lester int It, too"
stand by for tho cabiei" shout
ed Lester, who was now within
reach.
Wait TIL git tn anchor upl"
II required fully ten minutes ma.
neuvering to loosen the mudhook.
"Aii right, Lesterl"
IT was Diana who spoke.
She stood up. Lester heaved the
watersoaked cable. She caught II.
knelt and wound It about the for
ward seat. Slowly they came back
to the shoal and headed for the
dock.
Thirty feet off shore Lester held
up his hand, and both anchors
went over. A short drag followed.
Without word Diana slipped
over the side and struck for the
runway One after another the men
followed.
Lester made the landing with but
slight bruising, and helped pull In
Uncle Billy.
Keep back. DIANA" warned
Crawford. Wait tn reach the
foot Of the runway.
She smiled at him bravely.