Worcester Democrat and the ledger-enterprise. (Pocomoke City, Md.) 1921-1953, 1935-03-15


! ion who is camping with him MI
r Robinson-really darling of a char
3 I hated to have to tell him to leave
only it's a matter of principle witt
me. He seemed to UNDERESTIMATE
was awfully nice about it."
Jim Harper, standing behind (
thicket but well within earshot, grin
ned happily. So the charming titan
haired girl thought him a darling
chap, Ell? That, he decided, was JUS
as it should be.
Only now he certainly couldn't ad
NIT that he was Harper-not yet
at least, it would spoil everything
Reluctantly, he made his way back to
his camp.
"Mose", he said, there are reasons
why I don't want it known here that
I am Mr.. Harper. My name is sup
posed to be Mr.. Robinson. Do you
suppose you can remember that?"
"Sure, boss. Mister Rob'nsun, huh
Sure ah'll member it."
That night the mysterious fishy
diversified launch came in from the
sea to the inlet. Dan Sykes, the own
er, and two other men were aboard.
The craft was piled high with the bur-
lap bundles. When near the island
the motor was stopped and an aux
iliary sail used.
They glided silently into the inlet,
stored away the bundles they had Sc
cured from a foreign vessel standing
some fourteen miles off shore and set
out again.
"Gotter be Slick" Sykes growled.
''Them pesky coast guard birds is
gettin' wise and it's bad business when
they begin to shoot"
otis a cold day when you can't
fool 'em" one of the men said.
They made three trips that night
and then reached the mainland about
dawn, when two officers stepped
, aboard.
"What's eatin' you?" Dan Sykes
grumbled. "Can't a man be in his
own boat without bein' under sus-
picion? We just come in from fish
in :"
A search revealed no alcoholic con-
traband and the officers made no
, comment as to the very suspicious
staleness of the few fish in the boat.
, They would keep trying to watch Sy-
kes, for they knew well enough what
he was doing.
In the morning Jessica ordered
Dobson to go down and see if the
campers had departed. He struggled
down through the thicket, grumbling
great deal about the "Blarsted Amer
lean forests, not at all neat and trim
and cleared as were the forests in
Merrie Old England"
Dobson saw that the camp was still
flourishing and young man was fish
ing offshore. Dobson approached
Nose.
81 say, my good darkey, when are
your people going to get away from
here?" Dobson asked.
"Git away? Why, man, we just
been here few weeks. We's gwine
stay TO- month or so, my boss says"
"Ah!" Dobson said, sharply, and
turned to go.
"And a couple mo, abs Nose said.
Dobson went on. He could think
of no repartee to offset that.
Dobson reported to Jessica.
"How many did you see?" she de-
manded.
"Just a dark-haired gentleman fish
ing from a boat and the Ethiopian,
Miss"
81 want you to take note right
back" she ordered.
eyes, MISS" Dobson said, but he
was displeased. The underbrush
scratched his shoes and tore at his
trousers,
jim had come ashore with some fish
and Nose had told him about it. He
wasn't surprised to see Dobson coming
back. Jim gravely took the note.
"Mr. Harper isn't here" Jim said,
"but as this may be important l will
read it."
Nose chuckled and Jim scowled at
him. The note read:
"Mr. Harper-Sir: Miss Parkman
takes it for granted that Mr. Harper,
being a gentleman, will leave her is
land at once and that no further steps
will be necessary"
Jim grinned and then managed to
pull a straight face.
"Mr. Robinson's compliments to
Me- Do ID Ma.,d