The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1931-12-07

through to Key West at last.
A tug with doctor aboard was
speeding to their aid and should ar
rive before noon.
Il haven't seen Louise about. She
couldn't have been very anxious
about Bruce or she would have
stayed with him, wouldn't she?"
She's stading over by the port
rail, staring at the prison." Bates
said. "She started crying, wanting
to know if he was dead, and 1 told
her no, he'd recover.
L thought she meant Bruce. She
said 1t was De Iona she meant
Well, you could knock me over with
feather!
Hes her husband" Mary told
him. She hates him, but-she
loves him, too. Once 1 wouldn't
have understood how such a thing
could be. But these last weeks, I've
learned few things"
THERE was little sleep for any
Il one on board the Gypsy the rest
Of the night. Dawn found them all
dressed and roaming the deck,
watching anxiously for the wisp of
smoke on the horizon that would
herald the arrival Of the tug-and
deliverance.
Mindful of what had been told
her about the old prison and its
sorry state, Mary found it impos-
sible not to speculate about The
Fly and what had happened to him.
The prison itself presented as
blank and guarded a face as ever.
There was no sign Of life in any Of
its staring, sightless windows. It
was possible The Fly had rested
there a short time and then got
ten back into his boat and rowed
to the next key.
The small jutting bits Of land
called the Florida keys are so close
together that it is fairly simple
matter to row from one to another.
Most of them are barren wastes,
with only birds and lizards for in
habitants.
There is not the ghost of bit of
shelter on any of them, and I'M
less De Iona had thought to carry
can of fresh water with him he
would be without any until he
reached Key West.
Louise had tried to bride sailor
to lower the lifeboat and take her
to the fort, but her haggard looks
and coarse voice so alarmed him
that he bolted without making any
reply.
Hooded in great cape like a
nun, she paced the deck like a hun
CRY tigresS and was avoided
as such. Mary, with her own love
warm and safe, felt pity for her, I'M
willingly.
CUDDENLY Mary heard her give
- a glad cry, and saw her train
her glasses on the prison. The girl
did likewise and saw figure crawl
ing along the top of the wall,
waving something white.
Word spread that The Fly had
been sighted and every one rushed
to that side of the deck. The man
had risen to his feet and was
stumbling along, waving his arms
frantically. To whom was he
signaling?
At almost the same moment the
quiet voice Of the sailor on watch
reported the smoke of the approach
ing tug on the eastern horizon. 1t
must appear somewhat closer to De
Iona than to them.
1t must be the tug he was signal
ling, unaware that it was speeding
to the aid Of the Gypsy" The
plume of smoke grew rapidly.
1t was like being the audience at
a two-ring circus. The excited ones
on board the yacht turned their
glasses first on De Iona, then on
the tug.
Suddenly a cry went up from
several Threats at once-"He's gone!
My God, he's fallen!"
THOSE who we're watching at
J. the precise moment of the acct
dent we're divided in their stories of
what had happened
Bates stoutly maintained that the
mans foot had slipped; he had
chung a moment trying to save him
self, and dropped. unable to cling
to the slippery stone.
He also maintained, somewhat
loudly, that the man was certainly
dead. Something that might he his
body lay at the foot Of the gray
walls on the rocks, half in and half
out Of the sea.
Captain Hendricks advanced the
idea that hopeless of attracting the
tugs attention, De Iona had de-
hberstely jumped.
in the way of thirst-hes no
stranger to this part of the coun-
try" the captain surmised.
Only one stood silent, fearless,
offering no suggestion whatever,
Louise. Slowly she put up her hands
before her face, and stood with bent
head.
Mary, her hand fast in Dirk's as
he sat beside her in a deck chair,
looked away from the sight of the
other woman's grief. 1t came to her
how she would feel if it had been
Dirk.
Half an hour later the tug had
come as close as possible to the
stranded yacht and stopped just off
the reef in the free channel. A
small boat was lowered and doc
tor sent over.
While the medical man was with
Bruce, Bates and a strong-armed
sailor lad were dispatched in the
tugs dory to bring back The Fly,
alive or dead,
They rowed the half mile to Fl.
jefferson and soon returned with
the crumpled body of The Fly in
the body of the boat.
Mary Shrank away from the sight,
and the sound of Bates cheerful
voice sickened her, as he beloved