Mountain Home Republican. [volume] (Mountain Home, Idaho) 1915-1946, 1922-07-29


orders began to become audible. Alan
scrambling to his knees, put an arm
under old Burr, half raising him; the
form eneircled by his arm struggled
up. The skipper, who had knocked
Burr away from the wheel, ignored him
now. The old man, dragging himself
up and holding to Alan, was staring
with terror at the snow screen behind
which the vessel had disappeared. His
lips moved.
ut was ship!" he said; he seemed
speaking more to himself than to Alan.
"Yes," Alan said. ut was a ship
| and you thought"
ut wasn't there |" the wheelsman
cried. "It's-it's been there all the
time all night, and ibid steered
through 1t ten times, twenty times,
every few minutes; and then-that
time 1t was a shipl"
Alan's excitement grew greater; he
seized the old man again. You thought
| Ii was the Miwaka |" Alan exclaimed.
"The Miwaka And you tried to steer
through Ii again."
THE Miwakar' old Burrs lips reit-
Grated the word. Eyes; yes--the Mi
waka !"
He struggled, writhing with some
agony not physical. Alan tried to hold
him, but now the old man was beside
himself with dlsmay. He broke away
and started aft. The captains voice
recalled Alan TO himself, as he was
about to follow, and he turned back to
the wleelhouse.
The second officer, who had gone be-
low TO ascertain the damage done to
the ferry. came up to report. Two of
the compartments, those which had
taken the crush of the collision, had
flooded instantly; the bulkheads were
h0lding-only leaking little, the Off
Ger declared. Water was coming into
a third compartment, that at the stern;
the pumps We're fighting this water.
The shock had sprung seams else
where; but II the after compartment
did not fill, the pumps might handle
the rest.
Alan was at the bow again on look
out duty, ordered to listen and to look
for the little boats. He gave to that
duty all his conscious attention; but
through his thought, whether he willed
1t or not, ran riotous exultation. AS
he paced from side to side and hailed
and answered halls from the bridge,
and while he strained for sight and
hearing through the gale-swept snow,
the leaping pulse within repeated,
I've found him! I've found him y
Alan held no longer possibility of
doubt of old Burr's identity with Ben
jamtn C0rvet, since the old man had
made plain to him that he was haunt
ed by the Miwaka. Since that night
III the house on Astor street, when
Spearman shouted to Alan that name,
everything having to do with the Sc
cret of Benjamin Corvet's life had led,
SO far as Alan could fellow 1t, to the
Miwaka; all the change, which Sher
rlll described but could not account
for, Alan had laid to that. C0rvet
only could have been so haunted by
that ghostly ship, and there had been
guilt OF some awful sort In the old
mans cry. Alan had found the man
who had sent him away to Kansas
when he was child, who had support
ed him there and then, at last, sent
for him; who had disappeared at his
coming and left him all his posses
sions and his heritage of disgrace. who
had paid blackmail to Luke, and who
had sent, last, Captain Stafford's
watch and the ring which came with
1.-THE wedding ring.
Alan pulled his hand from his glove
and felt In his pocket for the little
band of gold. What would that mean
to him now; what of that was he to
tearnf And, as he thought OF that,
Constance Sheriff. came more insist.
entity before him, What was he to
learn for her, for his friend and Ben
jamin Corvet's friend. whom he, Uncle
Benny, had warned not to care for
Henry Spearman, and then had gone
away to leave her to marry himf For
she was to marry him, Alan had read.
More serious damage than first re-
ported The pumps certainly must be
losing their fight with the water in the
port compartment aft for the bow
steadily was lifting, the stern sinking
The starboard rail too was raised, and
the list had become so sharp that wa |
ter washed the deck abaft the fore
castle to port. And the ferry was
pointed straight into the gale now
long ago she had ceased TO circle and
steam slowly In search for boats; she
struggled with all her power against
the wind and the seas, desperate In
sistence throbblng In the thrusts of
the engines; for Number rs was fee
ing--feeing for the western shore. She
dared not turn to the nearer eastern
shore 10 expose that shattered stern
to the seas.
Four bells beat behind Alan Il was
two O'clock. Relief should have come
long before; but no one came. He
was numbed now ice from the spray
cracked upon his clothing when he
moved, and 1t fell In fakes upon the
deck. The stark figure on the bridge
was that of the second officer; so the
thing which was happening below
the thing which was sending strange.
violent. wanton fremors through the