Crossville chronicle. [volume] (Crossville, Tenn.) 1894-current, 1917-11-07

If he was "A coward, he had no wish
to let it be known, although the sud-
denness of disaster had broken his
nerve. The words spoken, the tone of
my voice, touched his pride, his real
manhood.
"Ah, you're right, Hollis" he said
heartily, and the grip of his hand
frightened. I'm no seaman; hate the
sea, but no one ever called a Mccain
gutter. III go as far as you, and
We'll get that girl out, or drown to-
gether."
| l was climbing the rail before he fin
ished, reckless of all else except the
task confronting us. The face of the
girl whose hand l had held in mine
under the light Of the stars, seemed to
rise before me, her eyes pleading for
help. The vision urged me forward.
l know not what strength or skill en-
abled me to swing from the rail and
grip the cabin front, but hung there
with one hand, my feet finding slight
support on the slippery slope of the
deck, and reaching back, gave Mccain
support, while he also made desperate
passage to the safety of the cOmpan-
ion. An instant later 1 was beside him.
! and we crept together down the in
verted stairs.
The frightfulness of our position be-
came more evident as we advanced.
The dead bodies, the smashed furni-
ture, the horrid swaying of the hulk
beneath us, suspended, we had to use
the forward wall as floor, crawling
through the litter, made us feel that
certain death must end the adventure.
There was hook in the deck below
for what purpose it had been placed
there l do not know-but 1t gave me
foothOld, enabling me to kneel.
Here, Mccain, climb to my Shout
ders," l ordered, land take down the
lantern. Quick now; I'll hold you all
right"
His face was CHASTITY, and he obeyed
as though he moved in his sleep. Ev-
cry muscle In me felt the strain, but
l held him, Strengthening out my body,
and balancing myself, until his uplift-
ed hands gripped the light.
Have you got it?"
"Yes; let me down slowly"
"All right; hang on to it for your
life-now"
My arms gave under the strain, and
sudden surge of the sodden wreck.
but he held to amend of the overturned
piano, the light still burning feebly,
threatening every instant to flicker
out. caught and steadied it, turning
up the wick, and casting the faint
glimmer along the passage leading to
the stewards pantry.
l slipped down, gripping the lantern,
the dim, smoky glow of which made
the passage visible. The pantry door
stood open; indeed, doubt If it had
door, but everything else was closed.
Mccain was just above me, and sung
out to. him to hold fast; then, the Ian
tern wire gripped in my teeth, l low
cred myself the full length of my arms
This brought the water to my knees,
while the lodged chairs were foot or
two below. AS l hung there, dreading
the plunge, my eyes were directed op-
posite the pantry, and the CLEAN Of the
lantern glittered on the blade of a
Ratchet just inside the door. Never
was tool more welcome.
Hold tight above there" managed
to calculate through closed lips.
what are you going to do?"
Swing in toward the door on the |
is a Ratchet lying there"
With feet braced against the oppo-
site wall, forced my way across, max
ing three efforts before my fingers
finally gripped the Ratchet handle.
Clinging with one hand, l thrust the
tool into my belt, fully prepared now
to let 60.