The Clio messenger. (Clio, Mich.) 1907-current, 1916-02-11

lnueeQ, as i SaZeQ at the neaVy sea
through which we were running.
doubted that there was a boat afloat.
1t did not seem possible that such
frail craft could survive such stress
of wind and water.
For an hour saw nothing but the
naked. desolate sea. And then, where
vagrant shaft of sunlight struck the
ocean and turned its surface to wrath.
full silver, l caught small black speck
thrust skyward for an instant and
swallowed up. waited patiently
Again the tiny point Of black projected
itself through the wrathful blaze cou-
pie OF points off our port-bow. | did
not attempt to shout, but communi-
Gated the news to Wolf Larsen by wav-
ing my arm. He changed the course,
and | signaled affirmation when the
speck showed dead ahead.
II grew larger, and so swiftly that
for the first time | fully appreciated
the speed of our fight. Wolf Larsen
motioned for me to come down, and
when / stood beside him at the wheel
gave me instructions for heaving to.
Expect all hell to break loose he
cautioned me. but don't mind it,.
Yours is to do your own work and to
have Cooky stand by the fore-sheet."
The boat was now very close. and
| could make out plainly that 1t was
lying head to wind and sea and drag
ging on its mast and sail, which had
been thrown overheard and made to
serve as a sea.anchor. The three men
We're bailing. Each rolling mountain
whelmed them from view, Then, and
with black suddenness, the boat would
shoot clear through the foaming crest,
bow pointed to the sky, and the whole
length of her bottom showing, wet and
dark. till she seemed on end.
The Ghost suddenly changed her
course, keeping away. Wolf Larsen
was preparing to heave to. felt an
abrupt easing of the schooner. loss
for the moment of all strain and pres
sure, coupled with a swift accelera-
ton Of speed. She was rushing around
on her heel into the wind.
slant. broadside on and rolling straight
over and far into the wind, beheld a
huge sea rise far above my head. II
descended, pandemonium broke loose,
everything happened at once was
struck crushing stunning blow, no
where in particular and yet every
where. My hold had been broken
loose. l was under water and the
thought passed through my mind that
this YES the terrible thing of which
| had >neard, the being swept in the
trough Of the sea. brought up vio-
lently against what took to be the
rail, breathed, aud hreathed the sweet
tours | passed over the body of
Thomas Mugridge, who lay in a groan.
ing heap. There was no time to In
vestigate. l must get the lib backed
over.
On all sides there was a rending and
crashing Of wood and steel and can
vas. The Ghost was being wrenched
and torn to fragments. The foresail
and foretopsail were laundering into
ribbons, the heavy boom threshing
and splintering from rail to rail. The
air was thick with flying wreckage
ropes and stays were kissing and coil
ing like snakes, and down through it
all crashed the gaff Of the foresail
The spar could not have missed me
by many inches, while it spurred me
to action. Perhaps the situation was
not hopeless. remembered Wolf
Larsen's caution. He had expected
all hell to break loose, and here 1t
was. And where was he? I caught
sight of him toiling at the main sheet,
heaving 1t in and fiat with his tremen-
dous muscles, the stern of the schoon-
er lifted high in the air and his body
outlined against white surge OF sea
sweeping past. All this. and more-a
whole world of chaos and wreck-in
possibly fifteen seconds had seen and
heard and grasped.
did not stop to see what had be-
come of the small boat, but sprang to
the jibsheet. The lib itself was be-
ginning to slap, partially filling and
Will iCpOito, pes
with turn OF the sheet and the APP
plication of my whole strength each
time 1t slapped. slowly backed 1t.
This know: did my best pulled
till burst open the ends of all my
fingers; and while I pulled, the flying
lib and staysail split their cloths apart
and Numbered into nothingness.
Still pulled, holding what I gained
each time with double turn until the
next slap gave me more. Then the
sheet gave with greater ease, and
Wolf Larsen was beside me, heaving
in alone whae l was busted taking up
the slack.
Make fast!" he shouted. And come
on"
AS l followed him l noted that in
spite OF rack and ruin rough order
obtained. The Ghost was hove to- She
was still in working order. and she
was sill working. Though the rest OF
her sails were gone. the lib, backed
to windward, and the mainsail hauled
| Jaxyx, Dot uyara thanaaIvaa holding