New Britain herald., 1921-09-16

al luIlpuS OI some sort "There'll be queerer things. We're to haul in toward the coast to make the course q clean northing and we'll | fetch the Zambales shore by daylight. We'll be out of the steamer lane, but safer with the land close aboard in case of trouble than we'd be chancing having a shIp in sight at the minute ! we needed her. Then you don't look to Satterlee for any trouble tonight?'' No. Keep an eye On Ching. From what I've heard. tomorrow nights the time.''
 Wen pat the Chinks below in the morning. Satterlee doesn't know I'm on. but Two got a friend who keeps me tipped off. But don't find any fault with anything Satterlee may want done. It's a rough deal for the Chinks but it'll save their lives in the end"
 He held out his hand. scanning the mates face.
 All right, sir
 Strang shook hands and went out. CHAPTER x.
 When Capt. Nickelsen left Miss Glendon and Mrs. Wade in their after staterooms. departing with wishes more polite than sincere for a com- fortable night, they both had a sense of having been baffled and thwarted. Eleanor understood perfectly his show of officiousness was merely masking hts determination that they should not talk with Westward Ho.
 T can't see," said Mrs. Wade, "how you need give a whoop for what the captain or anybody else thinks. But I'd give forty dollars and my second best furs for five minutes of talk with the professor
 They dis ussed his motives in being aboard, but could get nowhere, ex- cept that he had been watching the steamer, and seeing them go aboard, managed to be taken as passenger.
 After much talk and conjecture on how Nickclsen or Satterlee could carry out any project which might be against the interests of the company, while the owner was aboard. they went to sleep with the door partly open on the hook. When they awoke in the morning Mrs. Wade looked to see, staringly close on the starboard side. a brown. fuzzy mountainous coast.
 "Land." she cried gayly.
 But there shouldn't be any land in sight, if know anything about the
  tested. But when they went on deck she was convinced.
 T don't understand it." she said. Were hugging the shore like coaster saving coal. Some more of the captains surprises
 "I'n bet the professor knows. I wouldn't say a word. Let the cap tain bring up the subject" Whats that?" asked Eleanor, as she heard a humming above the steady grind of the engines and the surge of the sea along the freeboard l She hurried forward without wait ing for a reply. Mrs. Wade, left be- hind, saw her stop at the head of the saloon deck, clasp her hands be- fore her in an involuntary gesture of amazement.
 Harriet" Mrs. Wade hurried forward. | The whole fore deck Of the Coral Queen was packed from rail to rail with an appalling press of Chinese. The drone of their sing-song voices rose like q chant of pilgrims Good heavens!" gasped Eleanor, awe-struck at the spectacle. An! Good morning, ladies!" | Westward Ho stood in the frame of the social hall door, helmet in hand. smiling warily. though proper ly diffident for a new acquaintance. Come see what we've found," said Mrs. Wade.
 | Eleanor smiled at him over her shoulder. He glanced up at the ladder opening of the bridge, winked warningly at the open ports of the captains cabin, and advanced toward them.
 As Westward saw the crowded fore deck he pursed his lips as if to whistle, but merely missed in sur prise.
 More than I thought" he said lcautiously, arching his brows and looking up to warn them they might be heard from the bridge. Cant talk now .. Beautiful morning, ladies!"
 They heard the ring of feet on the iron steps of the bridge ladder, and turned to sec Capt. Nickelsen coming down.
 Good morning." said Nickelsen. Its time for breakfast. Shall we go aft?"
 were doing a good passenger trade, even if we are in ballast" said Eleanor, with a nod toward the fore deck.
 Well, it was a bit unexpected" he said.
 "They must be crowded-so many! It pays. doesn't it?"
 She fell in beside him, and West ward and Mrs. Wade walked behind. She was averse to raising any objec- ton before she could have the ad- vice of the gambler
 CHAPTER XI.
 fpYt. 1nI hn1 rd 2, said the captain, as they crossed the waist toward the quarter deck. Il trust you won't mind? She's Miss Solodor, a dancer at the Gorilla thea ter. Her brother is agent for the line at Cheefoo. She hurried from