Charlevoix county herald., 1916-06-09
weeks or four months.

So they lolled around and put In
their time the best way they could,
pending the arrival of some kind of a
craft to take them away The island
and its inhabitants did not interest
them In the least. Lent settled regu
larly with the landlord, and this led
,Hemenway TO remark one day:
81 notice you got away with that
dinner coat and the stuff you had in il
joe"
"Yes." replied Lent. "Tyler over
looked it,"
There was silence for few seconds
and then Lent remarked casually:
Whatever became of those boxes 1
helped you move to the forehold OF
the schooner"
They were seated in the shade, kill
ing time. Hemenway was chewing a
green leaf
He purposely swallowed the leaf
and purposely choked on it. The fit of
coughing that followed gave him time
to overcome the wild rage that swept
over him when the question was put
rlyr the instant the words were out
or Tents mouth Hemenway had an an
swer to a lot of questions that had
been troubling him. Strangely enough.
he had not suspected his companion
Of treachery until that moment.
There were lot of loose threads in
the misfortunes that had overtaken
Hemenway recently that he could not
piece together until then. But that
question about the boxes cleared ev.
erything in Hemenway's mind.
He saw through the whole transac-
ton as though he had invisibly follow
ed Lent through il all. Lent knew
what the boxes contained. He wanted
them for himself.
And why, after Hemenway shot
Hawkins, hadn't Lent rushed to the
halyards and cast them off. thereby
sending the sails to the deck and al
having Hemenway to recapture the
yacht? The whole thing was as clear
as crystal.
The fit of coughing lasted some
time. When il ended Hemenway sim
ply said:
!l'Oh, those boxes! George said they
FIRE in the way, and he made me
move them away aft under some
stores. He said he wanted the grub
handy.
"Say, Joe, l hope a trader puts in
an appearance soon, because some
vessel might happen along and rescue
our friends before we could get there,
N which case our party would be split
up for fair, wouldn't it?"
Lent made no reply. He was puz-
cling his brain about those boxes and
what would eventually happen to
them He wondered if Tyler and his
gang would discover them, and he pic
tured in his mind the fight that would
follow the discovery of the money.
But he might have spared himself
the trouble of thinking of the boxes,
They were not on the yacht at all.
Hemenway had seen to that The
night after the arrival of the Wanna
at Little North America Hemenway
had secretly removed them from the
hold of the yacht and buried them In
the sand in certain spot on the is
land.
Hemenway was puzzling his brains,
too, but he was trying to think up the
proper scheme for squaring accounts
with Lent. Well, he had plenty of
time, he said to himself. but he prom
ised to make good job of it when
the time came.
The days passed. Hemenway had
plenty of time to readjust his plans 10
meet the changed conditions.
He was aware that if Tyler and his
two companions sailed the yacht to
any port touched by steamships of the
San Francisco-Australian lines, and
the yacht was recognized things would
Immediately grow hot for him. He
had no doubt but that the San Fran
disco police had flooded every port
with literature and possibly an illus
tration of the yacht.
But. he reasoned, Tyler would be
more likely to steer clear of the prin.
cipal ports with stolen vessel on his
hands. All these things gave him food
for thought.
Two weeks passed. Then early one
morning. they sighted a sail and ere
long an old fashioned topsail schooner
anchored outside the reefs.
A boat manned by Kanakas, put of
from her side, pushed through the
reefs at the proper point and soon
gorunded on the beach. A grizzled old
skipper stepped ashore and entered
into conversation with the three white
inhabitants of the island who were
there to meet him.
CHAPTER XIII
The Listener in the Dark.