The Coolidge examiner., 1936-05-15

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| place. We're up against it, as you
already know"
She was obviously embarrassed,
but Kerry said quickly: Don't
worry about that. I'd figure, Miss
Downer, that it'd be a rare privi-
lege working for you. When do we
start?'
81 can't talk that detail with you
now, because Holt is out on the
job. We've worked such things out
together since my father died. He'll
be back this evening. Will you
come up then?"
He would, he said, and started
out of the office. Tip stood outside
the screen door and now whined.
"Oh, here's the dog" Nan cried,
going quickly ahead Of Young.
opening the door and kneeling on
| the step. The retriever inspected
her with eyes and nose, and at first
bore himself with perfect indif-
| ference, being, as he was, a one
man beast. But when her small
hand came to rest on the broad
crown of his head, and her gentle
voice told him what a handsome
fellow he was why, then the
tail commenced to waggle a bit,
and his eyes rolled, and his pink
tongue lolled a little, and he pant
ed with that satisfaction which
comes to any male with sufficient
| flattery!
''He likes mel" the girl laughed
happily.
"Why shouldn't he?" Young
asked with all sobriety. "That dogs
got sense!' Then he laughed at
her discontinue.
He started back toward his camp,
and had gone halfway from Mans
! headquarters to the mill when he
| saw man running along the rail-
road track toward the trestle. Then
another. And from Vests Land
| ing, three more were crossing rap
| iSly. Then a scream reached his
ears.
Something stirring!" he NUT
| tered, and began to trot.
Whats up?" Young called to a
man.
Somebody fell in"
A WOman'S scream cut the air
sharply, and Young saw man
grasp her arms, holding her from
hurling herself into the swirling
current below.
kid, I'll bet, Tip!" he muttered.
Sure enough, child. little
grill" a boy answered excitedly
when he asked the question again.
Dunno who!"
Kerry paused at the waters edge
and jerked at his pac laces.
Tip" The dog, tail vibrating as
this excitement infected him,
peered eagerly into his face. "Some-
body in there; in the river. On
| the bottom. Fetch!'
In went the retriever, swimming
rapidly straight out from shore. Tip
| circled slowly in the current, head
tilted, trying to see below the sur
| face. Then suddenly he dived. He
did not go deep; his tail protruded,
and he was under but a second.
"Fetch, Tip!" Young cried sharp
ly when he came up. Seconds
mean life.
A half-dozen men were in the
river. diving from logs or from the
trestle, all searching blindly.
And then, below and outside
these frantic searchers, Tip came
up with a sharp little zip!
At that Young went in, swim
ming stanchly.
The dog circled and went under
again, diving for the same spot.
When he came up, his master was
| beside him.
Good dog" he gasped and cived
for the bottom.
1t was dark down there. He
drove himself deep with mighty
sweeps of his arms, with powerful
scissor-kicks of his long legs. He
held his eyes wide open, and when
| he felt his ability to stay down
longer slipping rapidly, he groped
| wildly. His hand touched a Shiny
snag; and then, lungs at the burst
ing-point, he was forced to shoot
upward.
He broke the surface, shaking
water from his eyes and gasping
air. A babel of voices was In his
ears.
| He went further upstream this
time, and faced about and dived
with the current, utilizing it's flow.
Again he found the snag, but that
was all.
Again he dived, and this time he
thought he caught a vague flash
of lighter color in the murky depths
as he drifted past. He rose quick
ly and swan his best to get back
to a point from where he could
dive again.
AS he turned, he saw another
swimmer so close to him again
that his freedom of action was re,
stricted. Straight black hair was
plastered over a swarthy brow; an
| gnlar black ewes looked naSt him