Omaha daily bee. (Omaha [Neb.]) 187?-1922, February 09, 1913, THE Semi-MONTHLY MAGAZINE SECTION, Page 7, Image 41

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"Mister Taylor, get a gang Ht tho
pumps, iiml for Hod's sake hurry! D'you
think tins is :i tea party!' '
Abbott's companion turned anil ran
hack along the deck. Abbott stood still,
lie would have been glad to lend a hand;
but bis passive nntnri' forbade bini oll'or
ing bis assistance, lie waited for some
one to Bhotit at him.
Clrndunlly, he noticed a variation in the
motion of the vessel. There was a halt
ing stagger between each forward lunge.
"She's nilin fast!" he muttered.
lie fought his way up the ladder and
bunched along the reeling upper deck.
The wireless house loomed in front of
him, and he crouched in the lee of it for
shelter. The wind shrieked through tbo
braces like the high pitched wail of vio
lins. It awed him a little, lie felt do
pressed by bis loneliness and the lack of
anything to do. Always before, he had
been fighting with cracking sails, or
clinging to n bucking wheel.
The swish nf lubber bouts coming
around the other side of tbo wireless
house, startled him. He heard the creak
of mi opening door, saw a strip of light
I' loin it sweep across the deck, and heard
it slam shut again. Through the port
hole just above him, boomed the voice
that had shouted from the bridge.
"Clot anybody yet I" it questioned.
Then, nfter a pause: "Well, hurry 1 Tho
old scow 's Bettlin'."
The door banged again, and tbo swish
of boots died away in the direction from
which it had come.
Abbott hesitated; then slipped around
tbo corner and tried the latch. It lifted
under bis fingers, and tho door swung
onon. Tho wireless operator vouchsafed
him n quick glance as he softly shut it
behind him; then turned back to "his table.
Abbott stood staring at tho man 's figure,
crouching over his instruments. Ho
watched his lingers manipulate tho key
that regulated the blinding groeniJi
llashes of the spark.
' ' Aash vraaash uassh nnsh I "
hummed the call of the wireless, and died
nwny in angry spittings. Abbott ttolo
over to a battered plush chair nnd sat
down. Tho operator i cached out for a
pad and dragged it to him. lie scribbled
long lilies and circles upon it.
After an interval, ho once moro turned
tho room into a bedlam with his "send."
llo waited n moment or two. Abruptly,
his shoulders drew lower over tho table,
and he began to write. Suddenly ho
twisted bis bend arouuil and grinned.
"liy (lolly, I did get 'em; and I told
tho 'old man' I couldn't! hong rango
for so much breeze! It 's the Wampum
coining dowu from tho 'Soo.' "
He whirled back to bis key, and sent
another string of dots and dashes crash
ing out through tho dark. Before ho
spoke again, he scribbled down tho an
swer that camo back.
"She's coining; but it'll lw daylight
beforo sho can do us any good. That's
three bonis." Tho operator shook his
The door banged open to admit tho
captain again.
" I 'vo got tbo Wampum I" cried tho
Tho captain's faco lightened.
"When 'II she bo herot"
"By daylight."
"Wo '11 hold out," ho growled. He
turned menacingly toward Abbott.
"Who'n blazes tiro youf"
" I 'm a passengor," stammered tho
"I don't remember ye. Git down with
tbo rest of 'em any way. 1 don't want
yo iliterferin ' round here."
' ' I 'in an able seaman, capt 'n. Can 't '
1 help? ' ' be begged.
The captain scowled a minute, then
snapped: "Tell Mister Taylor 1 sent ve
down to take a hand at the pumps."
Abbott sprang eagerly to the door.
Here was a chance to get busy, to do'
something that would keep him I'lmn
thinking, lie dashed across the deck and
slid down the ladder. At its foot. In
waited while the ferry dme her Hunt
Hose down iito the trough. .Inst at the
bottom of her lunge, she listed heavilv.
He heard a scream of grinding metal lie
neath bis feet ; then a battering crash
that shook every liber of the steamer's
construct inn. She wallowed her av
through a big toiler that swept a curling,
white sheet of spray over the rail, From
her bowels came staggering blows, us it
some giant titan were trying to pound his
way out.
"Them cars are loose! " the stowaway
Slowly, the ferry's bow lifted, lie felt
as if he stood in the center of an enor
minis see saw. fascinated, he stared hack
along the deck. He saw a wave of lilack
water roll in over the rail. It seemed to
come with the sluwness of the bonis. He
htood and gaped at it, till it yawned
above him like a steep wall. Then, some
spring within his brain leleased Ins inns
clcs. lie gulped a deep breath, stood
poised for a moment, then leaped up and
Abbott, fighting desperately with arms
and legs, felt himself drawn down, down;
then he was spewed upward. .lust as Ins
lungs were about to burst, a gust of wind
whipped into his straining nostrils, lie
barely caught a mouthful before another
wavo buried him. As he rose a second
time, something hit him across the shoul
der. Instinctively, he clutched at it. His
lingers gripped wood. It was a ear door,
wrenched some how from its hinges in
the sucking whirlpool of the ferry's sink
ing. lie got his shoulder over its edge
ami tloated. As ho rose over each wine
crest, he strained his eyes for a trace of
tho steamer. At last, he became convinced
that she had gone under like a bar of
Frothy clots of spindrift splashed into
his face. Haeh crumbling wave top surged
over him. 1 lie chill witter began to con
geal his very blood. Carefully, ho climbed
upon bis frail support, till he lay spread
eagled on it, gripping the edges tightly
with his fingeis. It held up under Ins
weight, and the cold air was not as
numbing as tho water. He nestled his
faco under his arm pit, half strangled bv
tho spray that swept over him.
Ho raised his head for another look
around. Suddenly, a white, face peered
up at him at his very side. He heard the
gasping, whistling breath of a spent
swimmer. Two hands came up and
scratched liko claws at the door.
Abbott crawled over till ho could reach
the other man's wrists. He gripped them
and held him up. The eyes in tho white
faco stared into his for a moment; then
they closed. Tho stowaway slipped olT
Ids" life raft, and kept the drowning
man's head abovu water by holding bun
under tho arm pits.
"Don't worry, .Jimmy," he sputteied.
"I got you now. It's me, Tom. Ihin't
yuh know me, Jimmy 1 Tom Abbott."
Hut the man in his arms did not reply.
Kventually, .Jimmy Burke's exhaustion
passed somewhat, and ho revived. He
exerted his aching muscles in an elToit to
climb over its edge and, by dint of heavy
lifting on Abbott's part and the batter
ing of a wave, he succeeded. Then he
Continued on 'age 10 )
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