The Carlisle independent., 1917-04-19

The ascent of the cliffs proved even more difficult than Hope had antici- 1 pated, for, though he and Morissey l penetrated several of the Assures in i the expectation of finding a path to the top, they came each time to mar | row crevices or unscalable walls of l rock. Their patience was eventually rewarded, however, by discovering a narrow and precipitous trail which led them, after half an hours hard climb ing, to the tableland which formed the | roof, as it were, of the island.
 The best thing for us to do, Morris sey," said Hope, "is to separate. You follow the line of the cliffs in one direction and I'll go in the other. We'll work right around until we meet each other again"
 Aye, aye, sir" said Morissey obe- diently, and of he started
 For nearly an hour Hope walked steadily, clambering over rocks and powders, pushing his way through l dense underbrush, scrambling across ravines. So wild, so deserted, was the appearance of the island. that the young officer had almost abandoned l hope of its having any inhabitants, when. rounding shoulder of rock, he | saw against the skyline the figure of man. In response to Hopes shout, l the stranger, tall sun-bronzed man l of middle age, came scrambling down the rocky hillside.
 T had no idea that there was any a pleasant, well-modulated voice What are you doing over here? Fishing"
 "No," said Hope; 'I'm shipwrecked sailor. and though I'm not exactly starving, I will be if I have to go without food much longer" and he i related briefly their experiences in the storm and how they had found l refuge on the island.
 "By the way" he added, do you happen to have any gasoline? We can't get away from here until we ] get some"
 T can give you and your friends something to eat" was the answer. but I haven't any gasoline. I'm only here myself because of the storm. came over from Middle island in a skin yesterday morning intending to make some soundings and go back in the afternoon. You see," he ex- plained, I'm in the coast survey"
 By Jove!" exclaimed Hope, stop ping dead. then you must know the man we're looking for. He's in the coast survey, too. His name is Fitz- maurice-Arthur Fftzmaurice."
 You're talking to him." was the an swer. That happens to be my name. ''
 Well, I'll be hangedi" Hope ejacu. lated. Talk about having luck! Here we are, Miss Burke and I, ship wrecked on a rock in the Pacific, and the only person on that rock Is the man we've been hunting for! I was told by an auctioneer named Dawson. in San Francisco, that last week you bought three books of him at auction. l They were scientific works-on hy- typography, if I remember rightly"
 Right you are," said the other. "Hydrography is in my line, you know, so when I saw these books on the auction list that Dawson sent me, went over to his place and bid them in. They came from the library of a Dr. Burke. didn't they?"
 "Yes," said Hope, land it's Dr. Burkes daughter who is waiting down at the cove. I suppose you left the books over on Middle island"
 "No," said Fitzmaurice, "it happens that two of the books are here in my shack. I brought them along yester- day, intending to look them over, but I was so dead tired last night that | didn't even open them. The third book isn't here, I'm sorry to say, but you can get it without much trouble. I loaned it to a friend. pr. Emerson | Owen, who lives at a little place called Sandsboro, on the mainland. |
 When Mahlin and Satsuma had ex- | tinguished the light on Southeast is- land, after sandbagging the lighthouse | keeper, they were as certain that they | had permanently ridded themselves of Hope and Cleo as though they had seen their lifeless bodies washed upon the shore. The next morning, the storm having abated, they set out for l Middle island in search of FitZmau- rice, only to learn from the officer in charge of the radio station that the man for whom they were looking had left the day before for one of the North Farallons and that he had not yet returned, evidently having been delayed by the storm. By means of chart the officer showed them the l island on which they would probably find Fitzmaurice and indicated small harbor in which, were he on the is- land, they would find his boat an- 1 chored
 About the same time. therefore. that Hope, Cleo and Morissey were drying themselves before their fire at one apd of tho island Mah1fn and Satsyma