The Bozeman courier. (Bozeman, Mont.) 1919-1954, 1927-08-12

the driving. The swede and his dory
mate pulled the smallest hauls; others,
influenced by the fellow, soldiered at
their work and accomplished as little as
possible without mourning the anger Of
the mate.
They awakened one morning to a light
drizZle Of rain, q ia calm Of sea and q
promise OF fog. The rain ended at noon
day and the fog set in; the dories which
had been ordered to work close at hand
came over the side.
Jess Tiverton went to his cabin and
stayed there and, because he hesitated to
intrude, Suttle ate his dinner alone Later
he played cribbage with Tripper Tarboy
and they had, as usual, some talk Of the
captain. -.
TITS a fog like thisTl take his
back" said Tripper. Zen be maxim
bad weather OF it there alone. Maybe
you better go in with him"
With the dusk fog set in heavier than
before and Suttle named the watches,
doubling them, for every two hours He
retired early, leaving the captain read
ing by the light Of the big lamp swing
ing from the center Of the ceiling beam.
Subtle fell on to sleep quickly enough,
for Tiverton's reading was a habit Of long
standing to which he had become accus-
toned. He was not due On deck himself
until o'clock, and his was the faculty
Of being able to waken at any hour he
chose.
Jess Tiverton's voice brought him sit
ting up in his bunk. The lamp, still
lit, was dying and beneath it and within
its sickly, shifting glare Jess stood star
ing past the shadow Of his own bunk.
"Quick, sOnl Quick nowl" he cried. "Call
all handsl" he shouted again. Get her
anchor broke outl"
Suttle glanced at the clock nailed be-
side his berth. Its hands showed five
minutes Of midnight. Midnight, and q
wool fog, and a skipper calling for all
hands and saill
The mate looked once more at jess
TtVerton and had a flashing thought OF
Torrey Lamberts. He pulled on his boots
and ran on deck where the watch was
smoking and using the fog horn to goOc
effect.
"Al hands!" he roared. "Rout EN- out
and set her jib to break her anchor put
We're moving in a hurry"
The spark Of a cigarette butt went
q, spinning over the side and somebody
drawled, Gods sake. Listen to the man
Suttle paused, undecided whether tt
2 knock the man down, and then made
! rush for the f~orecastle, half tumblinl
down the ladder and shouting as HI
: went. Mgp crawled out of their hunks
cursing, n the mate felt Tripper's hanC
: upon his sleeve.
whats wrong?" old Tarboy asked.
you know as much as I do. Jess
carrying on again. He says all hand
e and sail on her in a hurry"
The big Swede paused in the act o
S pulling On his sou'Wester and remarked
cay ban tank he capain baffy." He go
e no further because Suttle hit him agair
Somebody in the half darkness saio
: T hell with Tiverton and his crazy no
. lions. I'm goin' back to sleep" Trippe
Tarboy's hand reached out and caugh
the man by the throat.
cit up, you scum, or I'll bash you
head" threatened Tripper.
On deck again Suttle found the watcl
aroused, setting the 1ib. Only a fain
breath Of a breeze but the sail filed an
carried the bow around, breaking tn
anchor loose. They had :. Is-
Jess Ttverton was on deck Hzs0 The
heard his voice, a new Fs0tg II the Eos
Tell 'em to get mainsaI up, sc'r1y. Te
q 'em quick, now. Hurry
7 Most OF the crew STOOD dumb. aeass
at the madness of it. A yNuSg 5ol7
called, Pipe down, you Old nat OF
Jess Tiverton did not hear.
They got her mainsail up, Suite "a
Tripper doing most Of the Wo7R -
lie Tripper wasting a lot Of breath 10 sws
lg at the good for nothing crew. The b.
a sheet filed and the Ruth McKelvis star
Of ed to lay of.
S, Then, right above the schooner's dec
Id and a little of her port side there can
lie the wierd scream Of a liners siren an
~ a hundred lights snapped out OF the fol
u one came TuS0luB IOWaru ire dUIns W;
on her stern Tor a moment, ON the sta,
os board the next. And was gonel The
er felt h breath Of her as she passed sea
". feet away. Scant feet to spare.
he From h time that racing liner shC
lie out Of the fog until she had disappeare
again in the void-a matter Of less tina
I'd a minute-no word was spoken aloU
lg aboard the Ruth McKelvie, nor was Il
ep fog horn sounded. Men who had mockC
Jess Tiverton were in turn Knocked /
r. that silence.
a As the Ruth dipped forward in Il
de wash her captains voice rang clear aloI
t. the ship: You did a nice job, sonny.
lis guess you're ready"
Va The vessel didn't drop anchor again
voyage. Old age had caught Jess Tive
p ton that night. He was an old, old ma
a Wen go along in, George" he to
Suttle. i've sailed my last trip to s