The Waterbury Democrat., 1934-07-25

are?" asked Brownwe1l calmly. Yes, well, 1t became necessary to my plans to tie up the second mate and the third as well in their cabin. They are very secure and gagged. The first Huff you'll find on the bridge. From the fo'costle head it would be obvious that he Is asleep. We lashed him to the dodger so it would appear that way. As a matter of fact he's, dead. Meineicke saw to that when he relieved the Helmsman who went off watch ar bells (4 o'clock). We've been waiting for you to appear. You never really appreciated Meineicke when you signed him."
 | ''So it's piracy, is it?" muttered Drake. "Piracy!"
 "Oh, no, just war. I am so sorry to trouble you, but the U-81 needs stores. We'll see her presently. She should pop up off the port | bow any moment now. Ter took the liberty of giving her our | position about an hour ago." Brownwell watched Drake nar- rowly as he talked. l What about Sparks, the radio
 onerator?" demanded Drake.
 Most unfortunate" soothed | Brownwell. "He resisted and fell
 overheard. After which we were forced to dismantle the sending ap- paratus. Rather well thought out, eh?" l You can't get away with this."
 whispered Drake. There are sixty
 two men in this crew."
 l You may be right" agreed
 Brownwell, 'but think you're wrong. The lookout sees the mate
 on the bridge. Should the bosun I come up here, he will be taken
 care of. The engine room gang is
 not in contact with us, and live aft anyway. and when your steward
 comes up with morning coffee we
 will attend to him. In any event,
 as soon as the U-81 comes into sight my difficulties will be over." There she is now," said Mei- neicke. About two points off the port bow and half mile away"
 EVERY GOOD," BROWNWELL
 PUT THE WHEEL OVER" | "Very good" Brownwe1l put the wheel over and steered toward the | submarine. He whipped an auto matic from his pocket and pointed it at Drake, steering with one hand. "Meineicke," he snapped, ,, i've must chance it. Ring for slow sped ahead"
 The sailor stepped from the wheelhouse, racing for the lee tele- graph. Drake turned his body | slightly and looked out the wheel house window. He stood there mo-
 tionless until he felt Brownwells | attention had strayed to the Ger 1 man U-boar. Then, with snake | like movement, the elderly Drake
 spun on his heel. firing from the
 hip. Brownwells body slumped to the deck as Drake fired point blank at Meineicke when the latter | opened the door. Drake vaguely saw the sailor fall. In turn he leaped for the telegraph, rang for full speed ahead, and was back in the wheelhouse before the an- swering signal from the engine cease quivering.
 Pushing Brownwelrs body out of his way, Drake spun the wheel, his pulses leaping at impending I combat.
 "I'll run ye down, my bully boy," he chanted, "I'l run ye down to- day!"
 The powerful Cherokee, as if taking speed from the racing heart of her master, lunged forward, gathering momentum with each threshing stroke of the twin screws. Lean and hungry for a Victim, she plowed through the sea,
 her keen bow vibrating like the
 nose of a setter which had pointed a bird. Dim shouts and warnings
 from the submarine reached
 Drake's ears, but he ignored them.