White Bluffs spokesman. [volume] (White Bluffs, Wash.) 1907-1938, 1935-04-11

what lark, Gardy!"
Perhaps. But this obviates the nee
essity of your being mudlark. You
don't need to go overheard tomorrow
morning"
Il want to, though. There's rea-
son. Father was talking about salvage
claims one day, and I remember his
saying that ever since there had been
/ any laws at all about marine property,
the first claim on a vessel in danger
or derelict or wreck was that of a line
to her. So want to get a line fast to
| this hulk, if it's no more than cod
line. sha'n't feel safe about her I'M
| til I do"
The doctor nodded. Like stalking 8
mining claim until you can have it
recorded"
Nobody has located the wreck"
said Jessica because they went on
Toms assumption that she hit the Cor
vette ledge and then drifted clear.
/ They never thought of her having hit
MacFarlane's ledge"
Some time in the night Jessica awoke
and heard the breakers pounding
against the shore, and the mufhed blare
Of the Monhegan fog siren, fourteen
miles away. A moment later the pulls
ing growl of Seguin reported the sea
about itself to be shrouded likewisel
The waves made a crashing sound
pounding against the shore.
She wondered if the diver from
Friendship had arrived and was moored
safely off the landing in the sheltered
lite thoroughfare. If this indeed were
the case they would be glad of the fog
to screen their early morning labors.
Jessica slipped from bed, went to
window and looked out. She did not
look very far out, because her vision
fetched up against black murk as
solid and as still as the lower level
of coal mine. The sirens alone were
audibly deploring it's dangers. "Whoo-
ooo-up," sighed Monhegan, and far to
the westward Seguin answered Grossly,
"Rur 'rur' rupp." 1t would not be pre-
cisely the sort of morning that a syb-
arite would choose for sea bath, Jes-
sica thought There might even be a
good many needy folk who would not
have gone overheard and thirty feet
deep into that glacial water for all the
treasure at the bottom of the sea, but
Jessica had not the slightest idea of
abandoning the enterprise.
Meanwhile there seemed nothing
much to do but sleep, so she got back
into bed again and slept She awoke
automatically at half past three, got
up and lighted her lamp, then slipped
off her nightdress and into a swim
ming suit. She drew on heavy wooden
dressing gown and a pair of moccasins,
then stole out into the kitchen, to find
Doctor White stealthily engaged in
making coffee over the oil stove There
was need Of silence, as all the treasure
of Ophir and of Ind would not have
countenanced that early morning expe-
dition in Aunt Marthas eyes. 1t would
have shaken her faith in her brothers
sanity.
Doctor White himself protested it,
He was worried also, because he had
been down to the landing and failed
to discover any sign of Dave MacFar-
lanes diver.
HE smelled the fog and wouldn't
risk crossing Muscongus bay and
rounding Pemaquid point in it," said
the doctor. II shouldn't care to wan
der through that rock pasture myself
when the weather's SO thick that you
can eat it with spoon"
All the more reason for my going
down, Gardy," said Jessica slipping hot
coffee and nibbling at a ships biscuit.
(To Be Continued