Sioux County pioneer. (Fort Yates, Sioux County, N.D.) 1914-1929, 1917-11-01

by the head; already l could perceive
the list, the deck underfoot was tilt
ing; the engines had ceased to throb.
as though the inflow Of water had
reached the boilers. Feet scrambled
along the dack, overhead voices yelled,
and 1 could hear the creaking of boat
tackle.
Working desperately in the dark,
scarcely able now to keep feet on the
slanting planks, hastily drew on what
bits of clothing could find at hand,
and felt my way blindly to the door.
1t was jammed, but kicked it open,
and stumbled forth into the main cab
in, clinging to the door frame in order
to retain my feet. The stateroom
doors stood wide open, but no living
being was visible. All who survived
that first shock must have fled to the
deck in mad struggle to escape. Az,
and there was desperate need for me
to join them. The Esmeralda was 60
ing down; already her forward hold
was filled with water, the bulkheads
alone keeping her afloat; once they
gave way, she would sink like stone.
crossed the cabin on hands and
knees, clawing my way desperately
through the litter until I attained the
stairs. These no longer led up, but
forward. Beyond was utter blackness,
silence; and through the shattered door
drops Of rain splashed.
1t was not until had made my way
to the outer deck, and felt the night air
and rain on my face, that I truly awoke
to the danger. The tilt of the yacht
forward was SO sharp, dare not re-
lease my grasp of the rail. I could
scarcely see anything; not a light
burned, not even a distant star glim-
mered; the driving rain blinded me,
and soaked through my shirt to the
skin.
scarcely dared move, for to release
my grip was to slide down into the
black water, into the rifle of spars
and ropes forward. 1t was all horror
and death that way, but from aft, I'M
der the awning, sound Of excited
voices reached my ears, and the rasp
of boat tackle. No doubt oil on board,
who lived, were there, seeking to
escape. They had sprung for the open
deck at the first alarm, not even watt
ing to dress, and, If I would join them,
there was not an instant to lose. The
after bulkhead could not hold long {;
any moment, any unusual roll of the
sea, would rend it asunder, and the
Esmeralda would sink. Life hung on
seconds; nor would those frightened
wretches wait to learn the fate of any
others on board.
Clinging to every projection Of the
cabin, attained the port rail, but
even as attempted the first step, a
voice called to me from out the black
depths below, and I hung there, star
ing behind me, unable to perceive q
thing, excepting litter Of tangled
wreckage.
Don't leave me! Give me a hand"
"Who are you?"
Mccain; you are Hollis, amt you?"
Eyes; are you hurt?"
"No; bruised a bit, no doubt; my
foot is caught under SPAR"
"Alone?"
'"The second mate fell with me; he's
down below-dead, guess.'
1t was no small job getting to him,
using the slippery rail for a ladder,
and was knee deep in water when
finally found foothold in the rifle,
and rolled the spar off the imprisoned
limb. He was lying fiat on the deck,
his head barely free of the waves, but
was able to clutch the nearest stan
chion and haul himself up to the pro-
lection of the rail. His face was but
a blurred outline, although could
perceive the glfmmer of a white shirt.
I stared beyond him into the black
silence.
"You say Seeley is down there?"
II fell on top of him." the words
scarcely audible. "He was trying to
get into the cabin, when he lost his
grip. tried to catch him, and he took
me along. Say" he was breathing
hard, do you know II there was a girl
on board?"
Eyes, there is. I met her night be
} fore last on deck. Did Seeley tell you
where she was hiddenT
I'm storeroom, next to the stew
ards pantry; he said the door wai
locked"
, Desperate as our own situation was
all thought Of personal danger LEFT
me In sudden realization Of the awful
horror fronting her, almost under oul
very feet. gripped Mccain BY tn,
arm.
. I'VE must get her out Of there"
cried. "Come on with me-"
where? Down-lowM there1