Oxford Democrat. [volume] (Paris, Me.) 1833-1933, 1917-05-22

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launching his fist.
tilators the tunnels came in for atten-
ton. Three open ten foot tubes lead
Ing to the vitals, water tube boilers
and steam connections, one after an
other belched upward mighty white
cloud.
II say, there" called the captain to
FELTON,, "What blew up that forward
turret1 No gun fire can reach maga-
zine, and 1t wasn't that did It."
"How do l know3 Perhaps 1t was
something else like you" snapped
FELTON,.
"Do you think'-and the command
,ys face took on an anxious expression
THAT it might have been subma.
rine's torpedo?"
Find out"
THAT'S what I'll have to do. Well
60 down and see."
One Of the men, big, numbering TEL
low with a dull, moonlike face, came
up to where FELTON, lay and kicked
him.
Don't talk like that to the boss"
he said.
"Curse your yelled FELTON,. "You
kick a man bound and down. Loose
my hands, If you dare. Loose my
hands! won't need my feet"
loose himw called the captain un-
concernedly. "Give him his way"
The man stopped and unfastened the
cord which held Felton's wrists, then,
even as he scrambled to his feet he
released his ankles.
"Now, you dog, take it." he growled,
launching his fist 1t the mans face.
It landed squarely, and the man went
down, bleeding. He arose, but instead
Of resisting or making any attempt to
strike back stood placidly In his tracks
while the angry man struck him again.
Once more he went down, to rise
again and TRANQUILITY face his assailant.
FELTON, hesitated, while his anger cool
ed little. This kind Of fighting was
new to him. But the kick in his ribs
flashed into his mind, and the anger
came back. Flight! FightT he growl-
ed and again knocked the fellow down.
ANY one else here who wants to kick
me" FELTON, said.
No one answered. They were all
looking down, and even the victim
joined in the scrutiny.
do you think" asked the captain,
raising a troubled face, "that there are
any submarine craft around7"
"How do 1 known answered FELTON,.
II don't feel easy at all"
"How the devil" exclaimed FELTON,,
"can a submarine hurt you"
The captain did not answer.
The airship had descended to less
than a hundred yards from the sea
and hung poised, not over the floating
scrap heap that had once been a bat
tleship, but to starboard. One look
was enough for FELTON,. He saw men
writhing among the wreckage, unable
to crawl to the rail and end their ag-
ony. Smoke was coming from every
aperture, and here and there small
tongue Of flame shot up and fell back
into the smoke. Nauseated with hor-'
TOR, he closed his eyes, changed his
position and opened them on the plac.
i'd sea on the other side, away from
the Argyll.
Far over movement on the surface
caught his eye. 1t was a triangular
arrangen. .ent Of ripples such as Is made
by the cutwater Of a boat moving
slowly. The apex Of the triangle
pointed toward the Argyll. and It was
coming toward her. As it drew near
FELTON, made out the cause, a short
length of pole extending about three
feet out Of water.
'There's a submarine for you, cap
tain!" he called grimly. "See the perl
scope tube?"
"whereT yelled the captain excit-
edly. Where Is itr'
He sprang to his feet
:Oh, God help us!' cried the captain
mournfully as he saw the tube and
the shape beneath. "Jump-jump for
your liyesi Jump, yoS"
He pointed at FELTON, and sprang to-
ward him.
"Why should / 5umpr asked FELTON,
wonderingly and prepared for defense.
The others came at him, each shout
Ing his loudest: "Jsnp, Jump for yoSr
Nfei Overheard with youl Quick, Jon
fooll''
Then one sprang 70 the ran, poised .
moment and threw himself out into
space. Another followed and another.