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â€"- BLUE WATER ATALE 0F SEA FisHERMEN . BY FREDERICK WILLIAM WALLACE Copyright by the neon Book Company CHAPTER ‘lIXTEENâ€"(Cont’dJ All went well until three in the morning, when they fetched well (1an St. Mary’s Bay and had the Brier Island light astern. The breeze had hauled a little more southerly and was blowing athwart the now return- ing tide. There was some sea run- ning south of the island, and the little vessel began to plunge and sweep her decks in the rips. Uncle Jerry fastened the slide and came aft, and Frank and nursed the small craft among the breaking crests. It was black dark and blowing squally with ram, and when the pufl’s hit in they had to shoot the schooner up with 53115 slat- lfing and booms snatching at the tackles. “I’m scart 0’ this older man. “She‘s old an’ hardl for a drag like this. Them 01 o’ hers ain’t up to much, either.” Frank was not singing now. Both men knew the vagaries of the tide- Whipped Bay of Fundy and the dan-l gets of the whirling rips, and they' realized that the breeze now blowmg and the set of the tide would. call for all their skill and Seamanship. The wind would hardly have bothered a large fishing schooner, but an old forty-afoot craft like Judson M_o-rrell’s was not to be driven through tide ups .‘in equally weather. “Lookin’ dirt ,” Clark. f o’c’sle he unt,” bawled the; y ablel I S, ' l , skipp remarked Captain 01’ woman out t’ make ye some hot “Aye,” returned Frank; “but thar’s t THE DEEP. I The two men walked along the de- serted water-front street, stumbling over lobster crates, buoys, and old broken-down dories. Everything was quiet, and as they strode along the road Frank shivcred in his wet clothes. "Fine place t’ die in is this Westport," remarked he. “I’ve h’ard nawthin’ but a rooster aâ€"crowin’ sence we landed " “Here's Bill’s place,” interrupted the other, and they stepped up on to the porch of a neat shingled cottage. The lobsterman was roused out, and the two explained their errand. “Run me down, Mr. Mathcson, an’ I’ll make it worth yer whileâ€"â€"” “Oh, that’s all right,” said the other sleepily. “When d’ye want t’ go?” “Nowâ€"right now," replied Frank. “I don’t want t’ waste any more time. We’ve bin all night aâ€"comin’ from Long Cove in a little bit of a vessel, but we bust our jib off th’ Sou’-west Ledge an’ had t’ make a shoot for here.” “’Tain’t a very nice mornin for runnin’ down,” demurred the man. “Th’ south cone is h'isted up to th' Signal Station thar’ ” “I don’t care a hoot for storm cones,” ejaculated Westhlaver. “You run the engine an’ I’ll steer yer boa .” Matheson laughed. “All right, er. Wait till I git my clothes on Draw to th’ stove I’ll git the an’ a bite to eat. thar’ an’ dry yerselves. ’9 ea. Within half an hour he was ready, th’ red flash 0’ th’ 'Sou'wefi buoy to and Frank turned to his uncle and loo’md" 0"“ Clea}. 0' a“, Well said, “Thar’s no oallfor you t’ go. down past Trlmty an I amt W‘Orry'ln. thy vtfl I come back, Up! wa-a-tch aout!" A Calling “991; MOke aboal’d and this afternoon or to-morrow mornin’.” flooded the schooner in white water. Leggy with the weight of . deck, she shipped another, which hid the deck from sight, and Captain Clark yelled, “It's aâ€"goin’ t’ be too much for her! We’d better shoot back it on her inter Brier Island?” “No! we'll drive her!” _bawled Frank. “This ain’t nawthm’â€"â€"â€"" The whine of the wind and the. roar of the breaking rips Crowned his ut- terance, and with the spray amd ram lashing them they hung aft by the wheel, while the little craft reared and tumbled among the turmoil. The moumnififl hoot of the buoy, whistle to leeward barely reached- their ears, when the little boat rolled down to a puff and shot up into the; wind with a slatting andbanging of, sails. Frankfiiut the helm up again,' but the schooner did not fall off and the slotting continued. “What’s th’ matter ?” he shouted. “Jib sheet parted? Take ahol‘t an’ I‘ go’n see.” Handing the wheel over to his uncle, he clawed his way for’ard in time to see the jib. rip itself into ribbons. “Blazes!” he snapped out. “Jib’s. gone!” He tumbled aft again and communicated the intelligence to hisi uncle. “She’ll never head up for Yar- mouth mow. Blest ef that rotten ol’, mains’l ain’t startin’ t’ split as1 well ” “We can’t make it now!" shouted the other. “In with th’ mains’l and we’ll run for Westport. Quick, or‘ s’he’ll swamp in this h-ow-lin’ drink, We're ’most a-top 0’ th’ bl-ame' buoy!” Ripping out healthy Bank anrathe~ mas on Judson Morell's sails, Frank clawed the mainsail down and tied it up. “By the ol’ Judas!” he said bit- terly. “Ef I ain’t the original ring- tailed Jonah, I don’t know who is!” He started the fore-sheet. and the schooner wore round and headed for Grand Passage. “Slam now, you 01’ barge! You‘ll run home a sight quicke'r‘n ye’ll head th’ way I want t) go!" It was just breaking daylight whenl they shot into the eastern passage! and glided in alongside one of the‘ Westport wharves. _ “What are ye plannin’ t’ do now?” enquired Uncle Jerry, after his; nephew had slipped the mooring lines over the posts. Frank wrung the water out of his coat before replying. He was drenchâ€" ed from head to foot, and the good. suit of clothes he was wearing was visibly shrinking upon his stocky" frame. Heaving the coat over a pile”: of lobster crates, he asked suddenly,’ “Who's that friend 0’ yours what owns that motor dory ’round here 1’" “Bill Matheson, ye mean?” " “That’s th’ feller,” said Westhaver.‘ “D'ye know whar’ his place is?" “Yesâ€"but what d’ye want him; for?” enquired Captain Clark, crawl- an‘ try an’ git a new jib. I’ll show up “Go an’ turn in, Cap’en,” said Matheson. “Th’ wife’ll give ye a bed, an’ dry yer clothes.” And Uncle Jerry, feeling his rheu- matism, gladly availed himself of the offer. It wasn’t just the weather suited for a twenty-foot m-otor-dory to wrestle with, and when the little craft swung through the eastern passage she was met by a tumbling broil of sea which almost pitch-poled her as she swoop-ed over their crests. Both men sat aft; Frank steering by the tiller, and Matheson, with the engine hatch drawn almost to, nursing the coughing motor as she plunged in the sea-way. The rain had ceased, but it was blowing stiff from the south- east, and when they left the bare loom of Brier Island astern all sight of land was shut out by a damp, fog- like mist. Frank had never been in a motor- boat befo-re, and he spoke to his com- panion. “How quick’ll she make it?” The other pondered before replying. “It’s ’most thutty mile down to th’ Cape, but with this south-caster an’ tide settin’ agin us we ain’t a-goin’ to make th’ run in less’n five hours. I got a good strong engine here what kin shove her along "bout ten mile in slack water, but with wind an’ .tide in our teeth we kain’t make more’n six.” “Um! ’Tis five o’clock now. Waal, of we git in by noon, I won’t mind; but drive her, Matheson, as I’m in an awful hurry.” They laid a course over towards Cape St. Mary‘s to run down in the lee of the land, and it was ten miles of water which Matheson is not likely to forget. Twice the little dory was deluged in a sea, and only frantic bailing upon.;-Westhaver’s part saved them from sinking. Twice the lobster- man wanted to turn back, but Frank would not let him. “Jest a few min- utes more, Bill,” he would say, “an’ we’ll be out 0’ this. You keep that engine a-gom’ an’ I‘ll keep th’ dory top 0’ th’ water. She’ll be all right!" And even as he spoke the words she almost filled to the coami'ngs. Luckily the engine was enclosed inside a water-tight bulkhead, and whatever boat it failed to enter the engine com- partment. When at last they fetched up under the lee of the Cape, v\Iathcson wiped the sweat ofl" his face. “Blazin’ Hades!” he ejaculated. “I jest about planned on never gittin’ acrost, skip- Der. Lord Harry! I’ll never be haul- ed out o’_my bunk t’ make a run like that againâ€"not. even ef th’ King of England sh‘d come an’ ask me.” H ‘Ha, ha, ha!" laughed Westhaver. {Never mind. Bill! Ef he sh’d ever ask ye, ye kin send for me an’ I'll ing painfully upon the wharf. , “I'll git. him t‘ run me down t‘ Yarn: mouth. Come on, Uncle. Show me' his house an’ I'll rout him out. Heavel ahead!" .â€"...--.._ m...â€".__ . help ye take him acrost. I'm a great hand at bailin’, I am." And the other looked over at him in astonishment. “I kin understand now,” he mur- lmured to himself, “how that young water poured into the cockpit of the g | }' 01:1. blanched. '\._ . .3 ca “. 3“; \ V‘s! Michal 07d Chantry Ewart" 'DGDEN'S UVERPUDL' shaver got his reputation. Frightened his gang ’most to death in th’ shoal water 0’ th’ Lurcher in a sou’-wester, did he? Hugh! I believe it, for he’s a dogâ€"a proper, rip-roaring dog, an’ scared o’ nawthin’.” It was eleven o’clock when they fetched to windward of the North- west Fairway gas and whistling buoy and headed for miles away. The wind had died down to a light breeze, but there was a tremendous swell rolling in from the Cape Forchu, five south’ardâ€"â€"a swell which hove them up sky high and hid them between hills of blackâ€"green water. Like a steeple-chaser rushing the hurdles, they swooped over the great undula- tions with sickening plunges, until Cat Rock bell buoy clanged a warn- ing at then. Then the engine, which up to that time had been running like a clock, gave a few coughs and stop- ped. Matheson shoved the hatch back and started cranking the fly-wheel, but the engine remained quiescent, and in the haste born of fear the lob- sterman yanked the movable bulk- head out and commenced to prime the motor. While he was working away to find out the trouble a sullen roaring came to his ears and he “What’s that?” he ejacu- lated hastily. “Nawthin’, Westhaver calmly. nawthin’,” answered “Only Cat Rock down to loo’ard doin’ a bit 0’ cater“ ' y” waulin Matheson stood up and glanced at1 the white water thundering over the great black'bulk of the catâ€"like mono- lith a scant thousand feet to leeward. and the sight gave him a chill. “God Almighty!” he cried fearfully. “We’re 0'.e coons!" Westhaver nodded. “We are of you don’t git that engine a-goin'. We ain't of you do. Water ain’t warm for swimmin’ these days.” The lobsterman bent to the engine again and overhauled it in feverish haste, and every time the rock spoke its thunderous warning the beads of perspiration dropped off his face. “It’s no use,“ he said at last. “Bat- teries hev give out, an’ I ain’t got a spare set aboard ” (To be continued.) 9 Needed Molstenlng. Mr. Duhblelghâ€"“Wliy do you bring me so much water, Tommy? 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