The enterprise. [volume] (Harlem, Mont.) 1899-1926, 1916-02-17

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CHAPTER XIII.
A Rescue.
lees il.ANEORD and Lester were also
& out fishing that day.
VI Il don't like the looks OF
~ai' things. sir" finally said the
guide. Wed better get back into the
river
"Why, there's hardly ripple"
Il know that. Its the feel l get once
in awhile. The ground swell doesH'
20 down anything to speak of. They've
been coming i'll all day. EARLY this
morning the wind was blowing Il little
from the north. She was in the east
when we started out
Lester wet Il finger and held it up.
shes back in the north again.
Shouldn't wonder
Lester" said Crawford seriously,
"1've simply got to go to Pidgin if
Miss Wynne does. l saw a boat land
there an hour or so ago. She's gone
back to Kingston"
"Some one that's wise. Maybe.
though, it was the lighthouse boat
TOO fast. Hydroplane. l spotted
her through the glass; caught a
glimpse of her step. as you call it.
And anyhow, there goes Uncle Billy.
All aboard
All right if you say so, but it's
against my Judgment.
BY the time Uncle Billy was crossing
the steamboat channel south of the
spar buoy Testers boat was just nos
ing outside of Long point. Crawford.
intent upon watching Diana, missed
Testers frown Of perplexity.
Crawford was determined not to lose
sight of the woman he loved. Pidgin
island might be the key, but something
told him that Diana knew what it lm-
locked.
He wanted this fog cleared up
wanted to learn where she stood in this
tangle. That she was against the
Smead cohorts he did not for one min
ute doubt.
But what had she learned? What
was going to be found ON yonder jun.
BILE? Why was she working alone :
To what end: He had told her what
his occupation was-why did she re-
fuse to contde in him, use his knowl-
edge:
At shore dinner that noon he had
given her every opportunity to do so,
and she had evaded him with the skill
of Il fencer His success as a secret
agent was not only due to his intelli-
gence, but to his infinite patience as
| well.
| He would outwait her. And where
was the scoundrel of a husband all
this time! He lost sight of the gray
| panorama. the tossing boat beyond
that handsome face with the SCARED
chin. A cold air, like that which
sweeps over ice fields, entered his
heart. Was he the man?
His cogitationS We're rudely broken
in upon. He saw Lester stand up
lean against the tiller rope. and the
boat carecred in an abrupt half circle.
"What's up?''
"Look at Reeds bay! We've got tc
get out of here quick!'
One of those ineXplicably suddel
squalls from the north was coming Out
of Reed's-small angry whitecaps top
ping waves as green as malachite.-
Lester. there's a woman in Billy's
boat. and they are headed for Pidgin.'
bills craZy.' shouted Lester.
The squall struck--the air was bitte1
cold
Lester, when they turn back you
turn back, but not till them
Il tell you. Mr.. Crawford, this is ;
bad hole to he in. Time to get out.
know what I'm talking about"
No doubt of it, Lester, but there's
a woman out there
"All right
The boat came about sturdily.
Calmly Lester took the life belt from
under his rowing seat and buckled j
on. Crawford followed his example.
The real danger lay not in headin;
for Pidgin, but in trying to land o
leave. The tempest-for there wa
now no doubt in the mind of eithe
man that this sQuall was backed b.
steiner stutf--WOuld drive them with
out particularly grave danger; but t.
stop and turn in the middle distanc
was a matter of life and death.
a blow like this in the morning neve
finished the day, but when the god o
winds blew his pipes in the afternoon
mug harbors for mankind 1t is fou
miles from Long point to Pidgin.
About a mile out the squall becam
a tempest in fact
Take the ropes! cried Lester. steT
ping back into the stern with Crawford
"l'll watch her and meet 'em as the
come"
He knelt, with hand on the batter
switch. "If Bill monkeys with his Ell
CINE, God knows what'll happen to tn
DANCED fool! What's he thinking of
We can't land and we won't ha n hi