The Elbert County tribune., 1917-06-22

The Report of Pistol Shot Reverber-
ated over the Wire.
flotilla of pleasure craft which dotted
the inner harbor with hundred slen
der, wraithlike shapes of silver.
The night was clear, calm, and very
still. Sounds travelled far over its
FURNISHED waters Even above the dip
and slither of his own oars, Parr
could hear, as he pulled, the creak of
other oar-locks; and as he laid along
side his speed launch and stood up to
help Patria board it. he distinctly
heard somewhere near by the drum of
two other motors start up almost si-
multaneously.
Was one Huroki's? Parr wondered.
Was that gentleman's hasty departure
from the Claiming cottage but IA pre-
lude to a mad dash with an aim like
unto their own?
Running forward, he cast off the
moorlng, then came aft again and
preparatory to starting the engine, shot
home the ignition switch.
Instantly with muffled detonation and
brilliant flash, the gasoline tank in the
bows exploded.
Blinded, half stunned, Patria reeled
back into the captains arms, and for
a moment remained there, while both
struggled to recover from the shock.
But Parr was less aware of her in that
intimate position than might have
been expected, even the bewildering
circumstances considered. For there
hrtt in hn
turmoil of his mind:
The electric wiring must have been
purposely diverted TO the tank in or
der to cause this explosion when the
switch was closed.
An enemy had done this thing.
Duly he heard a voice shouting:
"Mees Channingl Mees Patria This
way-I save you!"
Patria disengaged from PARIS arms;
he rubbed his eyes, looked, and saw
another power boat standing along
side. In it, fishing with a boathook
for the side of the launch, stood Senior
Juan de Lima.
With much excuse Parr thought this
rescue oddly opportune. Then the
boathook caught the gunwale; the two
small craft swung nearer together De
Lima leaned perilously out, offering
Patria hand. She caught it, jumped,
landed safely. Parr climbed up on the
side and prepared to follow. But
while posing for the leap, he saw the
water swiftly widen between him and
safety.
DE Lima was not waiting for him.
Very much to the contrary, the Mexi-
can was deliberately pushing off.
Parr cursed him literally. finding in
this sufficient proof that the explosion
had been no mere accident-even as
there had been nothing adventitious
about the timely coming of De Lima's
boat. Patria was wanted; he, Donald
Parr, was not-was to be left to burn
and drown. That he purposed doing
neither was beside the point.
But the Mexican's stratagem failed
In its upshot. Parr laughed aloud to
see De Lima turn back to re-enter the
cockpit of his vessel and find himself
nose to nose with a small but decid-
edly wicked-looking pistol In Petria's
hand.
With scream of mingled fright and
surprise the NeNlcan dropped the boat
hook and toppled backward The har-
Dor took him to its bosom. Great and
greatly satisfying Jeas the splash
thereof
Putting up her pistol, Patria seized
the boathook and with it bridged the
yawning gap. Parr jumped, and fell
in heap at her feet.
He wasted no precious moments in
efforts to salvage the jertisoned con-
spirator. De Lima had fairly earned
his ducking; when sufficiently weary
of floundering aboue and shrieking for
help, when his strength failed and he
went under, it would be only to find
footing in waist-deep water.
And SO it fell out. Starting the en-
gine, Parr grasped the whe-., and
shaped a trpe course out from the
anchorage. To his immense gratifica-
tion, the boat proved to be a fast one
Astern pathetic scene dwindled
rapidly: Senor Juan de Lima standing
half out of water, alternately tearing
his hair and threatening high heaven
with exasperated fists, his plight
brightly illuminated by the glare of
burning power launch.