Grand Forks herald. [volume] (Grand Forks, N.D.) 1916-1955, 1920-02-04

never was much Of it-but there
couldn't be closer friends than we
have been, right through. We have
kept each others respect, we could
MT get along without it.; and we ex-
pect a good deal of each other, too.
] just don't want you to misunder-
stand"
He scrubbed his signature across
the bit Of, .paper, and secured the
legend to the ciderpress.
There; now the .Goodwins will
know who has. been here. Ready?.'s
Ready" Gerard assented.
The rain, had ceased: the vigorous
broom of the north wind was sweep
ing the broken storm-clouds across a
gray sky. The drive to the yacht
club was accomplished pleasantly anu
quickly.
Il told Rupert to meet us here at:
noon," .Corrie observed, when they
stopped at the pier. "And I had
ing. What a deserted old hole the
club is in October! Hello, what
From beneath the tarpaulin cover;
of a long, polished motor boa o
ed in the wall7locked artificial har-
Dor, a frowsy head had projected, to
be instantly withdrawn into shelter
lat sight. of he two young men. The
genus OF that head was unmistak-
able; the action significant. Both ar
rivals halted involuntarily.
Club steward 2" inquired Gerard,
with irony.
"Tramp!" fiared his companion, re-
covering breath after the first shock
Of amazement at the audacity of the
intruder. "A dirty, lazy hobo in my
boat! Lying on my cushions, maui
ing my things. running my engine
for all 1 know. Oh!'
Hold on" Gerard advised. .''Bet-
ter investigate u
But Corrie was already at the edge
Come out Of there!" he shouted
imperiously. "Come out, I say, or
I'll come aboard and throw you out.
What do you mean by it? Come out
J toll you" Y!
head in need Of combing; its owner
rested his arms on the cleaning ma
hogany deck and turned a sullen, I'M
shaven face on his challenger.
Stand me a. quarter, a n I'll beat
it, he invited r~aucously.
"a quarter! You'll beat. IT. with
out a cent and do it quick, OF go to
jail. That is my boat. do you hear?
Come out. What are yu doing there?
Stealing?"1
SleoQl0 IL you want 10 KNOW.
Eve got a right to know. Are you
cushions, or am I going to throw you
.Youg :.
"Yes, me. Who do you think 2,
The man measured his young ans
.tagonist with ~unhurried scrutiny.
yawned, and ostentatiously settled
himself in a position of greater COM
fort
The Dear Me was not anchored,
but mooEed to the pier by q pulley
and tackle. Before the diverted Ger
ard guessed his purpose. Corrie had
hauled In the boats bow by the run
ming line attached and swung himself,
raging into the craft below. There
was q choked oath, q sound Of rend-
ing canvas, then the CHATTER and thud
Of combat in close quarters.
wa over before Gerard could do
more than haul the reeling. water
drenched boat again within reach. a
great splash, aHcry changing TO a.
,~smothered gurgle, announced q
threat fulfilled. as
Il don't want any help painted;
Corrie, Standing erect and disheyel-
led. fiery blue 2 on his t~oundsring
Sl0A1lSs -lsssk2V HAkAAA $50 xHA0 A4Sys
Here the water Ii only five feet deep.
you chump! Not that way! Throw
me an oar, Gsrard--he.d drown him
self III 81 ssanGsr. Here, catch. hold,
you. Hha.tt..s he nsst. an W.itHsyo 1ss
..lsso9 lM,s t,e9 hs7n into pretty goads
ws4tes4 sfs RE- srsaAci he'd 81 besWaen7
d ii ply. s.'Got h.nt2
LtoE onIl ca5sizsly
Cgrrse had him, byI the collar and
broashs him q the pi0r.sa STREAMING.
Sitverifig wro6k.sSs n
,i"4an'l - IN 1 ~ demanded the
victor. 3iHereysN i you shaking
itks that tori YonlI kAl Yourself.
me captive slooksd az biN spssch-
less. shudderfne miserably hi the
.ibpfsterous russEsof Wind that ssFapped
.hiS Wstseaymspt1ab him like
sa1Sath " tcs
tnpa43entiy. 49, didn't Eyou 40 - IA
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