By ARTHUR STRINGER w.M.u.sewict
THE STORY SO FAR: Becsuse Nor
land Airways needs the money Alan
81ade agrees to fly a "scientist” named
Frayne and his partner, Karnell, to the
Anawotto river in search of the trum
peter swan. With the proceeds Slade’s
partner, Cruger, buys a Lockheed plane,
which is stolen while Slade is away.
When he returns he starts out to recover
the plane. He Is being aided by an eskl
mo named Umanak and by two old pros
pectors. Zeke and Minty. Acting on a
bunch Slade goes to Frayne’s camp,
where he discovers that the missing
plane Is being used by Frayne to take
something out of the country. Slim
Tumstead, an outcast pilot, is flying for
him. When Slade attempts to examine
the plane’s cargo he Is knocked un
conscious by Karnell. He is "rescued”
by Tumstead but later abandoned by him
on a deserted island. Zeke and Minty
And Slade’s plane near Frayne’s camp
and, after a gun battle with Frayne's
crowd, return to guard it. Now Slade
Is making preparations for bis escape
to the mainland.
Now continue with the story.
CHAPTER XV
It was not long before he had fire
wood awaiting his lighter. And by
the time he had gathered wood and
dry moss and feathered his cave
floor with spruce branches his joints
felt rusty and his movements slowed
down. He ate an inch of his choco
late, added wood to the fire, and
crawled into his cave, where he
nested down in his bed of spruce
needles and moss. There quick wave
after wave of utter weariness wiped
memory from his mind.
The fire was out and the sun was
up when he wakened. He emerged
from his smother of moss and sat
up, refreshed by his sleep.
Having breakfasted with studious
frugality, he realized that he must
widen his margin of safety in the
matter of food supplies for the fu
ture. His one possibility there, he
felt, would be fish from the lake.
But his first tries were fruitless.
Then it came home to him that in
his haste he had resorted to water
too shallow for his purposes. So he
wound up his line and rounded the
island until he came to a more
promising pool.
In five minutes he had hooked a
fish heavy enough to threaten his
pole. He stood a little drunk when it
finally lay on the rock ledge beside
him.
For that gasping white body
meant more than a meal to him.
It meant life; it meant hope; it
meant final deliverance from a
prison of hunger.
For he had decided to effect his
escape to the mainland. It was. he
felt, his only hope.
While his first need would be a
reserve of food, the one thing es
sential to his escape was a raft.
As Tumstead must have figured out,
his prisoner would be without
strength for a three-mile swim in
cold northern water. Even though
he survived that swim, to land sod
den and exhausted on an inhospita
ble shore, without fire and ample
food, would be to invite disaster. On
his island stood no timber of conse
quence. But, spindling as they were,
he could collect and trim enough
spruce boles to make a raft capable
of carrying his provisions and keep
ing his lighter and his clothing dry.
It would not be substantial enough
to sustain his own weight. But he
could strip and push it ahead of him
as he swam.
That day and the next day and
the day that followed were crowded
with toil. The early morning hour
of the day he gave to catching fish,
which he later dressed and smoked
and stowed away on his starchigan.
He fished again in the evening, at
an hour when his strikes proved
most frequent. At mid-afternoon,
when the sun had warmed the shal
lows, he dug and washed his bul
rush roots. When that was done
he gathered firewood. And when
that was done he turned to digging
spruce roots, which he patiently
knotted and braided into lengths of
wattap. From them, with equal pa
tience, he wove a muskamoot, which
could hang from his shoulders like
a musette-bag and hold secure his
possessions and a quantity of food.
The next morning Slade made
ready for his trek. He had chosen
mid-day as the best hour for push
ing off, since the surface water by
that time would have lost a little
of its chill and plenty of daylight
would remain, at the end of his
journey, to find a suitable camp
site and get settled for the night.
The water was colder than he
had expected. This prompted him
to throw more vigor into his arm
strokes. But half a mile from shore
he found an ache of fatigue creep
ing into his muscles. That fright
ened him a little. He leaned on the
raft end and rested.
He looked about, to place his land
mark, knowing that he must keep
active, that he must keep blood
coursing through his chilled limbs,
that he must push on to the end. He
was within a mile of his goal. He
thought of a hot campfire, with
flames bursting through spruce logs
piled high.
Then all such thoughts abruptly
ended. For out of the blue that
arched above him he heard a far
off and familiar drone. It was a
drone that grew louder as he lis
tened and became shot through with
a throb of power and mounted al
most to a roar. High in the sky
above the serrated ridge-tops he saw
a plane.
For that gasping white body meant life; it meant hope.
Slade waved and shouted.
But the wings neither dipped nor
banked.
Slade started swimming again, in
a cold fury of defeat Something
not unlike indignation gave strength
to his strokes as he fought his des
perate way forward. He kept on,
refusing to recognize the claws of
pain that tore at his entrails or the
weariness that made his breath
come in quick and shuddering gasps.
He kept on until his raft end ground
ed on a sandspit and he stumbled
ashore and threw himself full length
along a sun-warmed slope.
"I don’t like this,” said the Fly
ing Padre, after he and his leather
clad daughter had dropped down on
Iviuk Inlet to learn that Umanak
had not returned from his overland
trip to Echo Harbor.
"Umanak knows his way about,”
said Lynn. "What worries me is
that we’ve had no word from Alan.”
“Why should that worry you?”
asked the Padre.
"Because he should have been
back before this,” protested the girl
in dungarees. “I hate to think of
him in country where he’s so out of
reach of help.”
“Isn’t he that way most of the
time?”
"But this is different,” maintained
Lynn. “And we can’t even get
through to him by radio.”
"So you’ve been worrying about
Slade?”
"I’m afraid I have, Dad.”
Some unexpected note of humility
in that response prompted the Padre
to glance over his shoulder and
meet her gaze.
"When did you find that out?” he
asked.
"Find what out?” parried Lynn.
"That your bush hawk’s worth
worrying over. Or, to put it more
plainly, that he’s beginning to loom
a little bigger in your mind than
Barrett Walden.”
“I didn’t say that.” She was able
to laugh a little at the solemnity in
his eyes. "But you must remember
that I’ve still got you on my mind ”
Lynn’s father, turning to her, rest
ed a hand on either slender shoul
der.
“You're mighty loyal to me, aren’t
you?” he said.
“I love you, Dad,” she said quite
simply.
“What we’re going to do now is
pick up Umanak. And as soon as
that’s done we’re going to see
what’s keeping Alan in the Ana
wotto country."
But that declaration failed to re
move the line of worry from Lynn’s
brow as she stood staring across the
low-lying horizon to the south.
“He's so careless and reckless,”
she complained. "He seems to love
taking chances. He won’t even car
ry a radio.”
The Flying Padre smiled.
“When did women begin losing
their liking for courage?" he de
manded
“They always like courage,’’ an
swered Lynn, “but when you like the
man who has it you rather want to
know what’s happening to him.”
“All right,’’ said the Padre, "let’s
start. And while the sun’s still high
we’ll see what we can do about pick
ing up old Umanak.”
Picking up Umanak, however,
proved less simple than it promised.
A two-hour combing of the coast
line showed no sign of him. Then
Lynn, acting as observer, caught
sight of what looked like smoke sig
nals from an empty fishing village.
The Flying Padre, informed of this,
promptly circled back and swung
low over the forlorn little huddle of
huts. In front of those huts Lynn
made out a squat figure, gesticulat
ing to them as they droned over it.
By the time they had nosed out
a landing space, behind a saddle
back island that broke the surf,
Umanak was waiting for them on
the beach. He was footsore and
emaciated, but the seamed old face
wore a smile of triumph.
“Me found um,” he announced.
“Found what?” questioned the
Padre.
“What devil-bird take to deep-wa
ter cave.”
But Lynn at this point intervened.
She came running from the plane
with her coffee thermos and a gen
erous portion of their emergency
rations.
“He’s weak from hunger,” she
contended. "He must take some of
this before he talks.”
Umanak squatted on the shingle
slope and ate like a hungry wolf.
Then, grunting with satisfaction, he
reached into the pouch of his worn
and patched kooletah and produced
a fragment of velvet-black mineral
with a pitch-like luster.
“That um,” he announced.
The Flying Padre took the frag
ment and turned it over in his hands.
He noted its heaviness and com
pactness, its suggestion of octahe
dron cleavage with faint tinges of
brown and green.
“Why, this is pitchblende,” he
said. “It’s what we’re getting our
radium from these days.”
“But why should pitchblende be
flown to Echo Harbor?” asked Lynn
as she studied the lustrous mineral.
“Who’d want it for radium there?”
“That’s what I don’t understand,”
said the man of medicine. He turned
to question Umanak.
“Just where and how did you find
this?”
“Me find um in cave,” Umanak
repeated. “In cave where water
make deep harbor behind island.
Heap big black stones piled there.
Black stones like that,” he insisted,
pointing to the pitchblende.
“How big heap?” questioned the
other.
“More big than two three black
whale. Big heap hide there next to
sea. Maybe ship come and take
black stones away.”
“But why?” demanded the puz
zled Padre.
Umanak had no answer for that
He was more interested, at the mo
ment, in reaching for another hand
ful of Lynn’s dried beef.
The Flying Padre suddenly turned
to him.
“Did you see your ghost plane
when you were out there?”
"No see,” answered Umanak.
Lynn took her turn at once more
inspecting the lustrous fragment of
mineral.
“is there any other use for pitch
blende?” she inquired.
“Yes,” was the meditative an
swer. “It’s our best source of he
lium gas now. But what good would
helium be to anyone in this wilder
ness?”
“What good is it in other parts of
the world?"
The Flying Padre considered that
question.
“The American Navy uses it in
their dirigibles. And the Germans,
when they could get it, used it in
their Zepps. But the States refused
to release a stock to Hitler’s air
men when we couldn't get a guaran
tee it wasn’t going to be used for
war purposes. So our German
friends fell back on hydrogen, you
may remember. Helium, you see,
isn’t inflammable."
“But they're so far away from our
pitchblende,” Lynn objected. "They
would have no way, now, of getting
it to their chemical plants.”
"Chemical plants,” echoed the
man of medicine as his brow
creased with thought.
"Wait a minute,” was the cry that
came from the Padre’s lips. "We're
overlooking something.” He took the
black stone from Lynn. “You get
more than helium from this stuff
You get more than radium. You
get uranium, uranium that has a
flo^r of atomic energy five million
times greater than what you’d get
by burning coal. And supposing
Alan's right in his claim that this is
going to be harnessed and controlled
and his U-235 is going to be a new
power, a power a billion times
stronger than anything known? And
supposing Hitler has ordered a
blitzkreig of research in his home
laboratories and they’re a jump or
two ahead of us in splitting the ura
nium atom? That would give him an
explosive three hundred times
stronger than TNT and a battleship
that would be independent of fuel as
long as it floated. And pitchblende,
remember, is the nut that holds that
meat. And all around us here is the
world’s biggest and best pitchblende
deposit.”
"But still I don’t understand,” de
murred Lynn.
"I don’t, myself,” agreed her fa
ther. “Not yet But the light’s
coming to me. And the sooner we
take Umanak home and get at the
bottom of this the better.”
(TO ftF CONTINUED)
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*The Marines Have Landed’
*‘,T'HE marines have landed and
-l have the situation well in
hand.”
For more than a century and a
half that statement has been literal
ly, as well as figuratively, true.
For November 10 of this year marks
the 167th anniversary of the found
ing of the United States marine
corps and within a year after its
birth the marines WERE landing
and DID have the situation well in
hand.
As a matter of fact the naarine
corps is older than the republic it
self—if we date the latter from July
4, 1776. For it was on October 13,
1775, that the Continental congress
took the first official step to develop
a navy. A small fleet was formed
later and Esek Hopkins was select
ed as its commander-in-chief.
On November 10, 1775, congress
authorized the formation of two ma
rine battalions and provided for one
colonel, two lieutenant-colonels, two
majors and several other officers.
The oldest existing marine corps
commission, dated November 28,
1775, was issued to.Capt. Samuel
Nicholas, who was destined to lead
the marines on their first expedi
tion.
Marine recruiting was first under
taken at Tun tavern in Philadelphia
where Robert Mullan, proprietor of
the tavern, became captain of a
marine company and was one of
the principal recruiting officers dur
ing the Revolution.
More difficult than obtaining men
for the marine corps was the prob
lem of arming those it did secure.
MAJ. SAMUEL NICHOLAS
There was no standard armament
for a marine—muskets, blunder
busses, pistols, bayonets, cutlasses,
lances, pikes, spears, even toma
hawks, all were used.
In contrast to the scanty arma
ment of the Patriots were the ample
military supplies of the British and
it was because of this fact that the
navy and marines set out on their
first joint mission—an epoch-mak
ing expedition which started the 167
years of close co-operation between
these two branches of the service.
With a fleet of eight ships, Com
modore Hopkins, with his detach
ment of marines, set sail late in the
winter of 1776 for New Providence
island in the Bahamas where the
British had large quantities of mili
tary supplies stored. The fleet ar
rived off New Providence in March.
Directed by Captain Nicholas, the
marine force was transferred to two
smaller vessels for landing opera
tions. Under cover of gunfire from
two larger vessels, Nicholas and his
men landed without resistance.
Nicholas seems to have been a
diplomat as well as a fighter for he
sought to accomplish his mission
with the least bloodshed possible.
When the governor of New Provi
dence sent him a message asking
his intentions, the marine command
er replied that he wanted only the
military stores and that if they were
surrendered no harm would come
to the inhabitants.
But the governor was not willing
to hand the supplies over so easily.
So as the Americans advanced
toward Fort Montague, near the
town, the governor ordered the gar
rison to open fire. Three 12-pounder
shots were sent hurtling toward the
marines but did no damage and as
they continued to advance, the Brit
ish spiked the guns of the fort and
abandoned it.
' Commodore Hopkins then sent
word to the inhabitants of the prin
cipal town, Fort Nassau, that he
wished to carry out his mission with
out doing them any harm or dam
aging their property. Accordingly,
they offered no resistance and soon
afterwards Hopkins* little fleet
sailed for home, taking with it the
British governor and other British
officials and the much-needed sup
plies which had been turned over to
the invaders.
After the Revolution both the navy
and the marine corps went out of
existence. But the scourge of piracy
along our coasts caused congress
on March 27, 1794. to authorize es
tablishment of a navy and to direct
that each ship carry a marine de
tachment. The marine corps as it
is known today, was established by
an act of congress on July 11, 1798.
It provided for an organization of
“one major, four captains, 16 first
lieutenants, 12 second lieutenants,
48 sergeants, 48 corporals. 32 drums
and fifes and 720 privates, includ
ing marines who had been enlisted.”
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Ry CHERIE NICHOLAS
VELVET has ever been a magic
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this season its flattery is being
played up more glamorously than
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throughout fall and winter collec
tions, bringing out most exciting
"date dresses" and evening modes
styled for "date" wear, for after
noon and after twilight formals, in
charming off-duty contrast to sturdy
uniforms and functional workaday
outfits.
There are many outstanding
slants to the velvet vogue that make
for big news just now. One is that
of the simply tailored afternoon vel
vet suit that is conceded to be one
of the smartest items on fashion’s
program this season. It adds to its
lure that it is so dramatically
adaptable to the accompaniment of
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blouses, glittering jeweled buttons
and, what is most important, high
color touches in gloves, bags and
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Then, too, stunning separate coats
made of ink-black velvet luxurious
ly collared in ink-black fur carry a
message of ace-high chic for win
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no matter how formal or casual your
sociable moments are, there will be
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priority-correct furlough frock shown
to the right in the above illustra
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wine-colored, crush-resistant trans
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velvet is that it is all that its name
indicates—crush-resistant! You can
wear it with confidence, knowing
that it will keep its freshness. Note
especially that gleaming metallic
embroidery defines the simulated
two-piece effect. Many of the new
velvet fashions are gleaming with
bead and sequin touches. The slim
ly fitted bodice has a deep V-neck.
Worn over a properly fitted founda
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fashions call for just that) the youth
ful, slim-waisted lines of this lovely
dress are unusually graceful.
The vogue for contrast has in
spired the charming "after five" bo
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done in rich crush-resistant rayon
velvet in deep midnight blue. The
long slim lines of the colorful rayon
and-metal bodice are accented by
the patriotic fabric-conserving brev
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well-corseted figure a necessity for
effective wearing.
The flattery of handsome velvet
in deep, rich black is combined with
the enchantment of exquisite lace
in the charming dinner dress illus
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designed especially for the woman
whose program includes club activi
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dress are accented by effective, vel
vet-banded puffed sleeves of thin-to
transparency black lace. A cluster
of flowers adds coloring to the softly
draped neckline.
Enthusiasm for velvet is also find
ing a new outlet this season in that
most important vogue which calls
for accessory accents, especially
velvet gloves matched to hats, the
ensemble carried out in daring col
ors, notably fuchsia shades, kelly
green, turquoise, and flaming red.
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As Scotch as heather is this plaid
outfit made of spun rayon yarn fab
ric dyed for true color combina
tions. The material has a warm,
woolly finish. The navy sweater is
piped in the plaid of the skirt.. The
outfit includes slacks, a mannish
lined vest, a calot and, most im*
i portant of all, a three-cornered
i fringed shawl made of the identical
plaid used for the dress. The idea
of a cunning shawl “to match” is
taking the young campus crowd by
storm. These are often embroidered
in peasant style and colorfully fln
i ished off with hand-tied yarn fringe
or with a self-fabric, frayed-fringe
edge.
Small or Large—
Hats Are Feathered
Gorgeously colorful feather hats
are out in full force. They range
from the pheasant-pad calots (so
tiny you have to look twice before
you can identify them as hats) to
pillboxes and dashing types that
flaunt towering crowns with impos
ing feather motif trims.
A charming feather fantasy that
docs the “pretty-pretty” gesture is
the halo of pastel feather flowers
that pose back of your forehead
curl.
The single ostrich plume swirls
from the front over the top of the
hat to the back where it falls low
to the nape of the neck.
Ruffles Galore Are Seen
On Coats, Skirts, Suits
Be on the lookout for ruffles ga
lore, for many of the newest fash
ions are being smartly styled with
ruffles.
Even cloth coats are taking on
ruffle effects, such as cascades of
self fabric running down side clos
ings from neckline to hemline. Tai
lored suits, too, are softened with
jabots of self fabric on the jacket
fronts. Afternoon dresses have cas
cades of ruffles on both skirts and
bodice tops Tiny (lutings and
ruche effects finish off the hemlines
of narrow skirts.
Cozy ‘Nighties’
The flannelette nightgowns that
we’ll be wearing this winter will be!
old-fashioned, long sleeved ones.
Women who never wore these quaint
types will be wearing them this
year. Some of them are really very
pretty, made as they are of flower
prints in delectable colors.
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