The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1931-12-04


ing heart, opened her door a trlfle
when De Iona had gone. Captain
Hendricks still was standing there.
Keep your door locked" he said
very low. 'The steward just sur
prised him trying Mr.. Jupiter's door.
That's what he's so hot and bo-
thered about. Though I reckon he'd
like to have a drink, at that.
Good thing Jupiter's got the only
boat think he'd try to row to
shore"
Are we off the reef yet?" she
asked hopefully.
All morning the crew had worked
at the job Of dislodging the strand
ed Gypsy, first dropping an anchor
off the bow and trying to pull her
forward with a winch and then re-
peating the performance off the
stern.
But the lovely white-and-gold
yacht was seated firmly upon a
rock, and there she remained, as
alluring a sight as Gree Of old to
the tired and grubby fishermen now
plying toward her.
mo luck. We're here till we can
get a tug to pull us off," The cap
tain shok his head. He'll be balmy
before then. You know what I
think?" He whispered almost glee-
fully.
Il think it's that old prison that
gets his goat! He's so jittery now
he can't eat And when appetites
fail on shipboard, a mans either
seasick or got the fear of hell-fire
in him"
IN mid-afternoon the fishermen
Il arrived and even the sullen De
Iona was at the rail to watch their
coming aboard. Any kind of &C
tivity was better than the stiffness
and utter lack of human associa-
ton from which he had been suffer-
ing.
ooh, what marvellous luck!" Mary
called out involuntarily as the boat
came alongside and she saw several
shining fish in the bottom. What
are they? I never saw such beauti-
full fish before" Both Mr.. Jupiter
and Bates were grinning as they
climbed out, albeit rather stiffly, and
came up the gangplank.
"Kingfish," Bates replied, "and
they're rightly named, too. What a
fight one of those fellows gave me!
He knew I was an amateur, so he
gave me the works"
Didn't you get any barracuda"
mo. No luck there" Mr.. Jupi-
ter called deck hand to bring
their catch up from the dinghy. st
wouldn't want to try to bring one
of those into that cocklesheI. Got
the boat loose yet?"
Sorry, sir" the captain replied
and now there's something the
matter with the radio. Tried to get
Key West to order tug, but it
wouldn't work. Couldn't raise any,
one"
A sudden thought made him look
suspiciously in De Loma's direction.
IF 1 though any one had tempered
with it"
De Iona brought his eyes back
from a moody contemplation of Fit.
Jefferson prison, turned and walked
away. The captains speculative
gaze followed him.
DIRK was either asleep or
- feigned it when Mary went
down to see him. His stony unre-
Sponsiveness was beginning to wear
her spirits down at last.
1t was not human, she felt, to be
so stubbornly resistant even to the
ordinary claims of friendship. He
must hate her. There was no other
explanation.
She almost ran to her own cabin,
locked herself in and let the tears
come. Then, realizing that she could
not go up on deck again without
exciting curiosity, she sent stew
ard to ask Bates to loan her his
half-complete picture puzzle"
If she must be prisoner. she
could at least be doing something
useful.
For two hours she labored over
the heap of paper scraps, fitting
them together expertly, until she
had the finished poster. Tt was al
most impossible to gain a clear idea
of the mans looks until another
hours labor had succeeded in past
ing the scraps in place.
But beyond doubt it was De
Loma-a younger De Iona, al
most a boy, in fact. The same
thin, hawk-like face, the beady
black eyes, the arrogant head. He
wore white shirt open at the neck,
and white trousers curiously
clipped at the ankles, as if for BIZ
cycle riding, and what appeared
to be a pair of old tennis shoes.
The curiouSness of this get-up
was heightened by his pose-arms
folded across the chest, the feet
at right angles in the first po-
sition" of the ballet dancer.
Below was printed: Harry Hill,
the Human Fly" Mary pondered
this for some time. The name was
not familiar, and she had no idea
what human fly was. Leav-
ing it for Bates Interpretation, she
went on deck.
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