The Ely miner. [volume] (Ely, Minn.) 1895-1986, 1929-01-25
CHAPTER v
The Captains Dog

mile of beach. The black cloud that
had been visible only from the hilltop
less than a half-hour before now
doomed over the lake. putting out its
dark cheeks, threatening.
LET her blowr" Norman told him.
self. He spoke aloud unconsciously.
His voice sounded fiat, and he tried
again. Let her blown be shouted
That was better.
Far up the beach, halfway to the
light, he saw Sue Stocking coming
toward him. She was walking brisk
ly, swinging her arms as If she en-
joyed Ii, In q short duck SKIRT and
sailors MILDLY, with her hair blowing
like a small boys in the wind When
she would have reached Norman in
another hundred PAGES, she sat down
on drift log and waited
"Ahoy there, first mate." she cried,
''it's time you came" She was in
high spirits. 81 began to wonder.
Have you no sense at all? Sane men
with their heads tied up In bandages
don't walk so long in the heatl Sit
down. Rest a minute"
Norman sat beside her good
naturally. This was the second time
today a girl had ordered him around,
and he rather suspected that Sue
Stocking didn't care broken fish
hook whether he obeyed her or not
"It's going to blow" she said
"Yes."
1.-THE storm warnings flying at the
coasr guard station. Parish tele-
phoned a bit ago. Barometer's kick
ing out its bottom. Where've you
been?"
visiting back country. Visiting
friends"
THAT'S pleasant What did she
say. that left you so quiet?'
.Who?"
"Your back-country friends"
Norman stammered. Sue laughed
as If she expected no reply, then
stood up and adjusted her sailor tie.
"See how that fog Is rolling down?
You'd best get along, young man, and
help the keeper with the signal. It's
double, shift tonight, or don't
know old Michigan. Dads in the
tower watching for weather" she
added as they approached the house
door. SIN going In. I'll get supper
right away. You'll be wanting 1t
early"
After she had run up the steps
Nrarp,or f,rpad tor,or1 he tovuar I'm
the high iron deck that circled out
side the lantern Captain Stocking was
leaning over the low rail, bareheaded
in the wind.
"And it's fine blow she's going
to be tonight" the captain greeted
him.
Norman assented without spirit.
Strange where all his enthusiasm of
the morning had gone. The keepers
cheeks shone bright red with excite
ment Norman's own burned to the
point of discomfort He realized now
why the day had felt SO stuffy. Ii
had not been the lands fault after
all. A storm was coming. Already,
In the rocks of Blind Mans Teeth.
quiet water had turned q bilious SAT-
from, enlivened by flashes of topaz.
BEST get the fos signal started"
Captain Stocking directed. "Fire's
laid up?"
"Yes, sir"
Touch ii off. Wait I'm COM
ing along of you. want to watch
the water. It's healthy, watchin' a
blow make. 1t starts good blood
runnin' and kindles your liver"
Norman shivered.
"ColdT' asked Captain Stocking.
my, oh my. mani This amt cold
It's sweItering. You not cold?"
He lighted his pipe before stepping
out TO the sand Norman strobe be-
side him.
They painted together up the ninety
one steps. Out of the north the fog
marched closer, overwhelming the
open spaces. a gray invincible bat
TALON cheered on by the voice of the
winds.
Norman looked out across the wa
ter. He was appalled, by its threat.
Always before storm 1t second
wetter, ready for drownings.
something moving there?" he
shouted into Stockings ear. "Off that
way?" He pointed west Way out
there.
The keeper squinted.
"Can't see. ought to brought the
glass"
"A steamerp
Don't see. Aye, aye you've
good eyes, Erickson Mine used to be
like that Aye, that's steamer, q
small one. see II plain now. No
that's not steamer. Maybe its
ishboat. She's moving fast. eight
mile out, ten maybe gasoline
boat =. yacht"
-She'd best run into harbor at
Madrid"
"She'd best not It's slipping too
close under the shelter o. Mustache
point that's the end of many good
vessel Gets bIowed across. anchors
drag. rudders bust up. all KINGS ..of
things" 2
(To BE CoNTINUEDJ
Dinner Horn at the Side ShoIu