Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1917-10-20
Copyright 4 q Nc Ohrs + co.
Author . my Lady the
North" Maid q the Forest" etc.

1 forced my eyes open, finding al
first the light binding, and for an in
slant stared Up through a red mist
Gradually normal sight came back, and
I realized that I rested in a bunk, gaz-
ing upward at the white-painted bot
tom of another. There was a splash
Of sunshine on the side wall, and ]
slowly turned my head toward the
open port through which 1t streamed,
Then I knew where I was lying-in
the captains stateroom. Why had ]
been brought there? What object could
those villains have for giving me these
quarters IL they were really in control
OF the ship7 Perhaps they were not
perhaps Leayord and Olson had been
warned Of danger In time to overcome
them, and still retained command.
That would account for my presence
but, If this was true, why was I left
alone, uncared for? Why had they
brought me here? Gradually the con-
ception Of their purpose dawned-a
navigator; the need Of a navigator.
without me they were helpless; with
out my knowledge and skill not one
on board could tell where they were,
or how to shape the course Of the YES
sci. 1 was a necessity to them; in q
way I held the villains still In my
power; they dare not let me die-znot
yet! ! cannot explain the new life
this thought brought to me. I seemed
to feel the strength of 1t injected into
my veins. and I rose up on n elbow,
and then, encouraged by this effort,
swung my feet over the edge OF the
bunk and rested them on the deck.
The hands Of my watch told me it was
after eleven. Igot to my feet, cling
ing to the berth, and swaying weakly
at first, but gaining strength with every
movement. The chart still lay on the
desk, our course pricked on 1t up until
the day before, and the telltale COM
pass told me the ships bow was still
pointed northward. l clawed my way
across to the door. and tugged at the
latch. It was locked.
This discovery vanished the least
doubt. The men had won. and were
in full possession. Fergus Mccain
was In control by virtue of his money,
and his chosen ~lieutenants were Liver
pool Red and Jim White. What their
object might prove to be remained to
be learned-but they must seek some
obscure port, or some safe spot for
sh:pwreck, sacrificing everything else
to their own safety-and, to accom-
pllsh this Trey must $ me. Lord !
I gripped that idea strongly enough,
my brain clearing as I realized the
important part / must still assume In
this odd sea tragedy. Perhaps !
could not save the Indian Chief. but
there was hope yet that I might be
instrumental In preserving the lives
of those whom my carelessness had
Imperiled.
There was water in the chocks Of
the iron washstand, and l bathed my
face, scrubbing as best / could the
CONCEALED blood from my hair. The
wound on my head had bled freely, but
was not serious, and the application
Of cold water lessened the pain, and
helped to restore my faculties. A fne
breeze swept in through the open port,
and / sat down on q stool to gather
together in my mind every detail which
might prove of future value. I wat
still sitting there, but by then alert
and ready, when a key turned in the
lock, and the door was cautiously
opened. McCann's face appeared In
the opening, but his eyes were upon
the bunk, and he failed to observe me
where I AIT hfAond the desk. He took
a step within, still staring at the
rumpled blankets, and I had a glimpse
OF the infiamed c~ountenance OF Liver
pool just beyond his shoulder.
BLOW mep' he calculated In star
tied voice. 1.-THE fellows not here
he's got awayl"
Red laughed, and pushed past, but
still blocked the door with his great
body.
Got away! Where could he have
got to with the door locked7 Hei
here all right"
stood up and faced the two, tn
desk still between us, but took II
precaution to grip the stool by ON
leg.
II am certainly present." I said cold
", 'If your reference is to me: blu