Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1925-12-03
Che BLACK GANG
BY Cyril. NcNEILE
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over twenty feet deep. He had sufi-
cient presence of mind to take a deep
breath as the car shot downward;
then he felt the water close over his
head. And if before his struggles to
move had been fierce-now that the
end seemed at hand they became des-
perate. The desire to get clear-to
give one kick with his legs and come
to the surface reused him to one SUI
perhuman effort. He felt as if the
huge heave he gave with his legs
against the floor-boards must send him
flying to the top; afterwards he real
lied that this vast effort had been
purely mental-the actual physical re-
suit had been practically negligible.
But not quite, it had done something,
and the coat did the rest.
With that one last supreme throw
for life his mind had overcome the
effects of the poison to the extent of
forcing his legs to give one spasmodic
little kick. He fioated clear of the
car, and slowly-how slowly only his
bursting lungs could testify-the big
coat brought him to the surface. For
a moment or two he could do nothing
save draw in deep gulps of air; then
he realized that the danger was not
yet past. For he couldn't shout, he
could do nothing save float and drift,
and the current had carried him clear
Of the bridge out of sight of those on
top. And his mind was quite clear
enough to realize that the coat which
had saved him, once it became soddan
would just as surely drown him.
He could see men with lanterns on
the bridge; he could hear them shout
ing and talking. And then he saw a
boat come back from the ship that had
passed through just before he went
over the edge in his car Surely
they'd pull down stream to look for
him, he thought in an agony of futile
anger; surely they couldn't be such
fools as to go on pulling about just by
the bridge when it was obvious he
wasn't there. But since they thought
that he was at the bottom in his car,
| and blasphemous language was al
ready being waited at them by the
skipper of the vessel for the useless
delay, with sinking heart Drummond
saw the boat turn around and disap-
pear upstream into the darkness. Men
with lanterns still stood on the bridge,
but he was far beyond the range cf
! their lights, and he was drifting
| farther every minute. 1t was just a
| question of time now-and it couldn't
be very long either. He could see that
his legs had gone down we'll below the
surface, and only the air that still re-
manned in the buttoned-up part of his
overcoat kept his head out and his
shoulders near the top. And when
that was gone-the end. He had done
all he could; there was nothing for It
now but wait for the inevitable finish.
Then a sudden change in his imme-
date surroundings began to take place.
At first he could not realize what had
happened; then little by little 1t began
to dawn on him what had occurred.
Up to date the water in which he
foated had seemed motionless to him;
he had been drifting in it at exactly
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now, suddenly, he saw that the water
was going past him. For a moment
or two he failed to understand the
significance of the fact; then wild
hope surged up in his mind For
time he stared f1xedly at the bridge,
and the hope became certainty. He
was not drifting any farther from 1t
he was stationary; he was aground.
He could feel nothing; he could see
nothing-but the one stupendous fact
remained that he was aground. Life
took on another lease-anything might
/ happen now. If only he could remain
there till the morning they would see
him from the bridge, and there seemed
no reason why he shouldn't The
water still flowed sluggishly past him,
broken with the faintest ripple close to
his head. So he reasoned that it must
be very shallow where he was, and
being an incurable optimist, he con-
templated his next meeting with
| Peterson.
(TO BE CONTINUED.)