The Nevada County picayune., 1918-05-02
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 Tale By FRANK R. ADAMS n.,u,, r, ,o
Copyright, Frank A. Munsey Co.)

which sheltered the cove the waves were piling over themselves in boiling torrents where a sharp toothed reef was hidden a couple of feet below the surface.
 The explanation of the revolver shots was obvious. A small steam boat was damned hard and fast on the rocks and was pounding herself with violence which prophesied a short life for her hull. Just as appeared a man forward of the pilothouse fired a revolver in the air. As soon as he saw me he began to wave his arms vio- lently and pointed to three other fig- ures crOuched on the deck.
 By this time the rest of our party had caught up with me.
 He seems to be signaling" Bopp interpreted sagely. "Wonder what he wants"
 What would you want if you were every chance of going to pieces in ten minutesY' I yelled so as to be heard above the sea. "I suppose you would be wishing for some poached plover's eggs on strip of toast"
 "They can't expect us to come out there and get them" he decided. "No boat could live in that sea. It would be suicide to attempt to reach them"
 "We must do something" Lucille de cided, with ready sympathy. I'm very fond of the captain. He's been bringing our supplies for ten years"
 "Is that the supply boatT Bopp de- manded.
 Why, yes: certainly"
 "We must do something at once" Bopp began to run around in busy cir cles in the sand. We must attempt to reach the poor devils. Kent. where Is that boat of yours ?"
 "I drew it up on the shore here. right alongside the dock. Why, where Is it?'
 Gone, eh?" Bopp shook his head knowingly Probably the heavy sea washed 1t off"
 "Yes, but no sea ever united the knot I had In her painter around this post here" Kent would have seen mys- tery in Utopia. His mind insisted upon being pitted against the unknown.
 Well, what are we going to dor Bopp said helplessly. Tn0se poor dev- ils out there are counting on us. Think of being on a vessel loaded with bread, butter, eggs, vegetables and meat and having it break up under your feet. What shall we doT
 I'm afraid we won't have time to do anything" 1 decided Her back is broken. It's only a question of sec onds now"
 The people on board realized it too. They hastily launched life raft over the side and scrambled on to 1t as the decks crumpled beneath them and be- came a twisted mass of timbers that writhed for a moment and fell back | into the waves to become driftwood.
 The raft fortunately had cleared the wreck in plenty of time and was now drifting past our cove toward the main | land. The men on board seemed busy arranging a sort of mast and sail made out of an oar and a couple of oilskins. When they got that rigged up two of  ed to steer with second oar
 "They're going to try to land on the other point of the cove" Lucille said. We must be there to help them when they come ashore, There are rocks l about q hundred yards out where the raft will strike if it isn't driven past"
 She led of on dog trot which tooe l the last tuck out of me when attempt ed to follow. l got there some way however, but minus the power ot l speech.
 Don't land here!" shouted Lucille into the teeth of the gale "Dangerora rocks -
 They discovered the rocks for then selves almost immediately and s.id of from the raft in a compact group. Un der the direction of Kent, who had read a book about 1t somewhere, we form ed ourselves into life line by holding on to one another's hands and watiE@ out into the surf.
 One by one the shipwrecked victims struggled to us and were passed on up to the shore. Three were landed in this way, but the fourth failed to make 1t. I could see a head bobbing up and down n hundred feet away, but in T moment the head disappeared alto gether.
 (TO BE CONTINUED