The L'Anse sentinel., 1923-11-30


currency had not escaped the notice
OF these navigators and they had gone
to 1t as one man. First In the race
came the tug Reuben 8. Watson, the
skipper OF which. following a famous
precedent, had taken his little daugh-
ter to bear him company. II was to
this fact that Marlowe really owed his
rescue. Women have often vein of
sentiment In them where men can only
see the hard business side OF situa-
ton; and It was the skippers daugh-
ter who insisted that the family boat
hook. then In use as a harpoon for
spearing dollar bills. should be de-
voted to the less profitable but hu-
maner end Of extricating the young
man from watery grave.
The skipper had grumbled q bit at
first, but had given way--he always
spoiled the girl-with the result that
Sam found himself sitting on the deck
OF the tug engaged In the complicated
process CT restoring his faculties to
the normal. In a sort of dream he
perceived Mr.. Swenson rise to the sur
face some feet away, adjust his derby
hat and, after one long look of dislike
In his direction, swim OF rapidly TO
intercept Ave which was floating
under the stern Of nearby skin.
Sam sat on the deck and painted.
He played on the boards like public
fountain. At the back az his mind
there was Pickering thought that
he wanted to do something. vague
feeling that he had some sort of an
appointment which he must keep; but
he was unable to think what 1t was.
Meanwhile, he conducted tentative ex-
periments With his breath. It was so
long since he had last breathed that
he had lost the knack of II.
"Well aincher wet?" said a voice.
The skipper's daughter was standing
beside him, looking down commiserat-
ingly. or the rest of the family all he
could see was the broad blue seats Of
their trousers as they leaned hopefully
over the side In the quest for wealth.
"Yessir! You sure are wet. Gee
l never seen anyone so wet I seen
wet guys, but / never seen anyone so
wet as you. Yessir, you're certainly
wet"
II am wet" admitted Sam.
"Yessir, you're wet Vets the word
all right. Good and wet, that's what
YOU arei"
"It's the water" said Sam. His
brain was still clouded; he wished he
could remember what that appoint
ment was. That's what has made me
wet"
IT'S sure made you wet all right"
agreed the girl. She looked at him
"Wotcha do 1t forT she
asked.
do II for?" Il
"Yes, wotcha do 1t for? How GOMEZ |
Wotcha do Brodie for off'n that shipi
didn't see 1t myself, but pa says you
come walloplng down off'n the deck
Ike a sack OF potatoes"
Sam uttered a sharp cry. He had
"Where Is she?"
where's who2"
'The liner"
shes off down the river, I guess.
'he was swinging round, the last !
cen Of her."
shes not goneT
"Sure she's gone. Wotcha expect
er to do? She's gotta get over to
he other side, amt she? Certnly
he's gone" She looked at him inter-
sted. "Do you want to be on board
erT
"Of course I do"
Then for the love Of Pete. wotcha
DIN wallopin' offn the deck like q
ack of potatoes"
Il slipped. l was pushed or some
hing" Sam sprang to his feet and
'oked wildly about him. II must get
ack. Isn't there any way of getting
ack?" n
"Well, you could catch up with her
t quarantine opt in the bay. She'll
top to let the pilot off,"
Can you take me to quarantine"
The girl glanced doubtfully at the
eat OF the nearest pair Of trousers. .
swell, we could" she said But
as kind of set In his ways, and right !
ow he's fishing for dollar bfls with {
he boathook. He's apt to get sorta
lad II he's interrupted"
I'll give him fifty dollars II he'll ]
ut me on board" I
Got 1t on your" inquired the nymph
oyly. She had fer share Of senti-
lent, but she was her fathers daugh-
n and inherited from him the bust
ess sense. &
Here 1t Is" He pulled out his I
Dcketbook. The book was dripping, :
ut the contents were only fairly I
oist.
pal" said the girl.
The trouser-seat remained where II
as--deaf to Its child's cry.
Pa! Commerei Wantcha~