Indianapolis Times, Volume 43, Number 179, Indianapolis, Marion County, 5 December 1931 — Page 13

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CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE (Continued) There was a faint breath of air i —scarcely more than a stirring. She •tood gratefully a moment in the' black shadow cast by the upper deck, almost invisible in her black "wrap. Back along the deck a stateroom door opened and someone stepped j out on deck. Mary hesitated, uncertain whether to turn back. The other moved to the rail and stood j there apparently unaware of her! existence. The girl stepped farther back into the shadows and stood silent, waiting for him to go away. Who could it be? She tried to I estimate what door it was he had come from—Louise’s door came first, then Bruce’s, then De Loma's. He 1 was not tall enough to be Bruce. He must be The Fly. a a tt HE stood a moment or two longer, then glided away down the deck so softly that she was not aware of it until he had gone. That v,as curious! Without stopping to think, she kicked off her slippers and slipped silently along the wall after him. At the first gangway she climbed quickly up to the sun deck and hurried along to take refuge in the shadows under the lifeboat perched there. Peering cautiously over the edge she saw him leaning over the taffrail, looking down at the little dinghy bobbing about in the uneasy sea. “Looks like a storm coming up.” A voice just beneath her caused her to jump. The Fly also must have been startled, for he swung about quickly. Out of the shadow's almost under Mary’s nose the sailor on deck watch appeared and strolled over to ' the rail to join him* “Storm, eh?” He turned back to staring at the sea. The sailor apparently was lonesome for someone to talk to, and was not to be easily repulsed. “Yes, sir, it certainly looks like we were in for a good one. See that black patch over there? That’s one forming or I miss my guess. You can actually see them form out here sometimes. The breeze has gone down, too, and that's always a sign. And the barometer’s dropping. Don’t believe he will be much of a blow coming from that direcI tion, though. "I sure wouldn’t want to see much wind, with us stuck up here on this reef like this.” “How are you coming on that radio?” the other asked crossly, as if making the youth beside him directly responsible for it. But the sailor continued cheerful. “Sparks told me there wasn’t a chance to get it working. Somebody’s jimmed it proper. He thinks .we’ll just have to stick it out here until some fishing party comes along or the patrol comes around to check up on the light.” Captain said we’d wait another day and then if no one showed up he'd send a couple of men along the keys in the dinghy.” it a a mean you could make it to X Key West—9o miles—in that?” De Loma pointed down at the small tethered rowboat bumping awkwardly about beneath the stern. “Sure. If the weather held good. When you got tired of rowing you could just beach her on a key and take a rest. They’re only a few miles apart. “And farther in you'd be bound to pick up a fishing party that would take you on in to get help.” "Why hasn't someone tried that before this?” De Loma demanded. “We’ve been out on this reef in this damned sun for four days.” “Well, you see, this is the only *eood boat. That cockleshell up there (Mary held her breath as they turned to look up at the lifeboat behind which she was concealed) isn't any good—that is, for much of a row. “And we'd have to take the only two pairs of oars we have. If a storm should come up and the party had to get over to Ft. Jefferson it would be ticklish business in that tub.” Crouched under the boat, she had been too intent on the conversation to notice the little black cloud of which the sailor had spoken, which had grown until it covered half the western sky. An occasional spurt of wind ruffled the sea, which otherwise lay glassily quiet under the moon. b a a THE two men apparently became conscious of the approaching storm at almost the same moment. “See? What did I tell you!” the sailor pointed. “Here she comes. It won't be a bad one. because you can see the edge of it there along the horizon, but it will be plenty damp while it lasts. Better get under cover sir. I’ve got to get my oilskins.” The Fly stood where he was after the other had gone, staring at the rolling-up mass of cloud. Suddenly he snapped his fingers, rtragihtcned with sudden decision, and she saw him take something from his pocket. There was a sharp click, then he melted along the deck in the same noiseless way he had come. A wisp of stray cloud flying ahead of the storm blotted out the moon just then. Mary scrambled from her hiding place and ran back along the top deck. There was still light enough to see that the deck below her was deserted. What ought she to do? Rouse Bates? Was it reaJly the click of a cartridge chamber she had heard, or might it have been the snapping shut of a; cigaret case? Hardly that—for the only other smoker on board was Bates, and that young man would have swallowed his available supply of tobacco rather than share it with The Fly. While she hesitated, the first drops of rain hit her and before she could move the storm broke. The wind lashed at her clinging skirts which were soaked in a moment. • she fled down the gangway to the comparative shelter of the lower deck. Breathless, she leaned against the bulkhead and pushed the wet hair out of her eyes. The Gypsy was stirring uneasily on the reef as the sea and wind pushed and tugged at her. As Mary felt her way along she passed j Mr. Jupiter’s window. His snore sounded even above the

storm, but what was that other sound? Like someone stumbling against a chair. The Fly was in there. She knew it. She could feel his presence. In the darkness of the room, he must be able to see her head silhouetted against the opening. She turned and ran blindly back along the deck. She must get some one. Where was Bates’ room? She had never thought to find out and now she wanted to know so desperately. Bruce. She turned and pushed open his door. “Bruce! Bruce! Get up! Some one’s in your father’s stateroom!” “What?” Roused suddenly from sleep, Bruce sat up so quickly he almost knocked her over. “The Fly! He's in your father's room! Quick!” She had hated Bruce, but she could have kissed him for the quickness with which he grasped the situation. Leaping from bed. he fumbled an instant on the table, and was out the door. “Stay there!” he commanded, pushing her aside. Mary was after him, though, before he could take half a dozen strides. As she rounded the bulkhead which hid Mr. Jupiter’s door from that of Bruce she heard the heavy impact of two bodies, and two shots—so close together they seemed almost one. Something pitched headlong onto the deck at her feet. For the space of a- breath she stood still, too frightened to move, afraid to step for fear of the unknown. “Bruce!” she screamed suddenly, terrified by the stillness. As she started forward, a plunging form came out of the blackness, struck her and hurled her bodily aside. She was knocked off balance, her head hit something hard and she slipped down in a dead faint. CHAPTER FORTY-SIX MARY came back to consciousness to find the cold rain dashing on her face. She had slumped down in the doorway, and now someone was helping her to her feet. She knew by the smell of tobacco in the rough tweed shoulder that was supporting her that it must oe Henry Bates. “Leave me alone, I'm all right,” she gasped, scrambling to her feet and feeling ashamed of her temporary weakness. But the other, with an exclamation of alarm, already had discovered the still form of Bruce lying out on deck. So deathly \yhite and still his face looked in the unreal light of the occasional lightning flashes, that even Bates was rattled. “By George!” he kept repeating. “By George! This is bad business! Now what’s happened here?” “Where is he? Oh, mon Dieu, they have killed him!” she sobbed, throwing herself upon the deck beside Bruce, almost knocking Bates over in her anxiety to reach the injured man.

When she saw who it was, however, she drew back sharply. “Bruce! But where is Enrique?” “That’s what we’d like to know,” Bates growled, looking about sharply. Mr. Jupiter’s door stood open, but he had not appeared. Leaving Bruce lying where he was —the soaking he was getting would bring him to, if anything would— Bates rushed into the old man’s room, calling him sharply. A curious smell pervaded the air. There was no reply. The two women outside heard sounds of stumbling, of chairs being overturned as Bates fumbled for the electric light switch. Suddenly the lights came on blindingly. There on the bed lay Mr. Jupiter, over his face a folded pocket handkerchief. Bates snatched it away. “Chloroform!” He whirled and faced Captain Hendricks just com- j ing in the door. “Get, your men out and search the ship, quick, captain; De Loma’s done this! My God, I wonder if he ” He turned quickly to the safe, which stood as usual apparently untouched. If it had been opened, the job had been done by someone who knew the combination. Bates picked up the old man’s clothes, usually laid neatly across the back of a chair, but now tumbled in a heap just inside the,door. He rummaged through the pockets quickly. “It’s gone, if that’s where it was!” The shots and the storm had roused the ship, apparently, for the deck space outside the old man’s door, from which yellow light streamed into the pitch darkness l outside, was jammed now’ with* cxI cited members of the crew. an tt STRONG arms carried the recumbent. form of Bruce to his bunk ! and left him with Captain Henj dricks, then rushed off to join the I search. Maiy stayed with Mr. Jupiter, who roused almost immediately. Evidently the chloroform-soaked rag had not been in place long. He was as confused about what had taken place as the rest. He had lain down to rest with his clothes on. weary from the unaccustomed amount of exercise he was getting in his daily bouts with the kingfish. He had roused at the first crash of the storm, taken off his clothes and hung them up, almost without wakening, and fallen asleep again immediately. The necklace? Had he locked it up before going to bed? No, he didn’t think he had. No, he hadn't. It was there, in his coat pocket. Well, if it wasn’t, then The Fly had taken it. Mary groaned. "Let him have it!” Jupiter growled. ‘He won’t get far with it in this weather.” “But why did you carry it about so carelessly?” Mary could not help j asking. “See what’s come of it— Bruce shot —” The old man sat bolt upright. "Eh? Bruce? Where is he?” There was a depth of terror in his voice such as she had never heard there. He snatched up a role and slipped his feet into slippers. Before she could restrain him he had jerked the door open and rushed out into the storm, staggering a little. Mary hurried after him, fearful that he might not be able to make I it on the slippery deck. ana BRUCE’S stateroom opened on the passageway between the two buildings and was sheltered somewhat from the storm. Mary was whkled around the corner by the beating rain just 4 .s.„Jls.tes

dashed up, breathless, and leaned j against the forward bulkhead out of the wind. Sheets of rain were driving past on either side, but they were fairly out of it. “He's gone—taken the dinghy : and beat it!” Bates shouted in her ear. “Fool! He'll capsize, and that'll be the end of him! Good riddance. But, damn it, he's got the necklace on him. Captain Hendricks came out of the door of Bruce's stateroom, opposite, and heard Bates' report with interest. “Get in out of the rain, you!” he commanded Mary, wuth rough tenderness. “How many sick people do ou think I want on my hands?” “How is he?” Mary asked. “Hurt bad,” the captain replied, shaking his head. “Shot through the shoulder. Too close to the heart for comfort. “He’s got to have expert attention and have it quick. I’m a pretty good cobbler on the human frame for ordinary ills, but this is out of my range.” “How are you going to get him to a doctor?” Bates demanded. “That damn snake has taken the boat!” “De Loma? Why, the fool—that’s suicide in a high sea like this! And if I’m any judge, he doesn’t know one end of a boat from, another!” “Is there anything I can do to help? With Bruce, I mean?” Mary asked. “Where's that woman of his? Do her good to have a little work to do! No, if Paine needs any help (Paine was the steward) I’ll let yGU know. You run on to bed, child. You're soaked through.” tt a tt HENDRICKS turned and yelled at a passing figure who turned out to be the quartermaster. “Where’s Sparks? Get him up and at that radio again. Tell him I it’s got to be fixed by daylight or he’s got no more job with me. It’s ! life and death, tell him?” He turned back to Bates. “If we can’t get the radio working by daybreak, I’ll send two men in the lifeboat, but it’s a long pull. The captain left, muttering excitedly, and they heard him tramping around up above in the chartroom. “Gone up to fix it himself,” Bates guessed. "Good idea. That kid’s been tinkering with in for days and it’s still blooey.” “Tell me about De Loma—where is he now?” “Doubt if you can see him now. The lightning showed him to me, but now it’s settled down to rain you can’t see your hand before you face. “Grab a slicker and we’ll take a look. Lord, I never expected this! I’ll bet the old man didn’t either. He liked to devil De Loma. Looks like he deviled him too far.” Wrapped in oilskins hastily borrowed, they took a telescope and went around to the port bow. The first crashing thunder and skysplitting electrical flashes had given place to a light, steady rain that flattened the water. Prolonged burst of rosy lightning played over the scene, making it light as day for two or three seconds at a time.

With the glass they searched the surface of the water in the direction of Ft. Jefferson without catching a glimpse of the dinghy. They almost had decided De Loma must have landed, if he had not drowned, when off to the right Mary acught sight of a flash of white. He had stripped to his shirt and apparently was rowing toward Bird Key. tt it it THE glass showed this was what he was trying to do—at least he looked over his shoulder frequently in that direction. There is a little house on Bird Key, for what purpose Mary did not know. De Loma’s idea evidently was to tie up there and seek shelter until the storm passed, before setting out for Key West. It was a daring scheme, and one which only a truly desperate man would have attempted. The rain gradually had subsided and they could see him more clearly now; the dinghy was not making much headway against the high waves, which were being lashed ever higher by a furious wind. Sometimes for minutes they lost sight of De Loma and believed him drowned. Then the white speck rose triumphantly again out of the trough of the wave. There was neither direction nor headway in his aimless rowing now. It was impossible to keep to a course. The sea seemed to be throwing him nearer and nearer to Ft. Jefferson, and no doubt he was too confused by the roughness of the water and the difficulty of holding to his oars to know where he was heading. (To Be Continued)

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