The Washington herald., 1919-07-18

Clubin. who had built up a reputation
for high respectability. He was a
capable, prudent seaman and a won
derful swimmer. Also he was a man
who knew how to bide his time.
In ooe of mis- trips to the mainland
Clubin encountered the thief Ran
taine, as he was about to leave the
country with a fortune of 1900 francs.
At the point of a revolver Clubin
took from Rantaine the 5000 francs,
and at once, although IL was foggy.
set sail in the Durande for St Samp-
son.
The Durande was wrecked on some
rocks in the channel. Clubin disem-
barked his passengers and crew in
the long-boat. For himself. he would
go down with his ship. The passen-
gers and crew. arriving safely in st.
Sampson, were loud in their praise OF
the heroic captain.
All Lethierry's hopes for Deruchette
had lain in the Durande. He besought
men to go out to the wreck to see IL
there was hope for her or il Clubin
remained alive. They went. Gilliatt
first Of all. and returned to report
that no Clubin was there and that the
Durande was hopelessly wrecked.
Only her engines remained intact.
Her engines!z The word reused
Lethierry from his despair. Her en-
/ gines! His engines, which he had
designed himself, They were the
real value of the ship! II he could
but recover the enginesl But how?
What man could devise the means to
/ save them? The superhuman being
/ who could do that. why-he should
marry Deruchette.
A man pushed his way through the
crowd surrounding Mess Lethierry
and his niece. You would marry him
to Deruchette?" said the man. 1t
was Gilliatt.
Mess Lethierry raised solemn
hand. II pledge myself to it in God's $
name!"
Next day Gilliatt set sail with ex-
traordinary skill he maneuvered to
the one spot near the wreck where it
might be possible to moor his sloop.
This nook was 400 yards from the
wreck. too far for the sleeping place
OF man who had not a minute to
waste. Yet he could not bunk on the
hull of the Durande-a sea might
core in the night and sweep him
away.
io ulSCONeTeu a little plateau on
the top of one of the Douvres pima
cles. He ascended the pinnacle by
means of a knotted cord; every time
he made his way up or down he
risked his life. but there his bed
must be. for time was everything.
And for weeks he lived on the Dou-
vres Rocks at his work-work that
demanded the knowledge Of a sailor.
carpenter, an engineer. a black
smith.
Incredible toll. To repair nullev
blocks and construct hosting tackle.
to reshape broken joists and make
old sails into twine; to cut iron bars
into files and long spikes: to take
apart and stow the paddle wheels, to
resharpen hatchets and renew saw
teeth-these were but the beginning
Of his preparations.
And more than toll Part of the
food which he had brought with him
was washed into the sea, and he
dared not leave the wreck unguarded
to sail to Guernsey for a fresh sup-
ply; so he gathered the tiny shellfsh
from the rocks and hunted crabs
which ran In and out of crevices.
One day he pursued a crab into a
cave. While peering about, up to his
waist In water. he felt something
rough. cold. Shiny. coil itself around
his right arm. Its pressure was like
tightening cord: its steady persis-
tence like that of a screw. A second
cold coil wound itself around his
body; a third, fourth. a NTH dashed
themselves around him. He could
scarcely breathe.
Suddenly a round. slimy mass dart