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r,ecuuse- orthe severe cold, the
watches on the ferry had been short-
ened, Alan would be relieved from
time to time to warm himself, and
then • he would return to duty again.
Old Burr at the wheel would he re-
lieved . and would go on duty at the
same hours as Alan himself, Benjamin
Corveti The fancy reiterated Itself to
him. Could he be mistaken? Was thnt
man, whose eyes turned alternately
from the compass to the bow of the
ferry as it shifted and rose and fell,
the same who had sat In that lonely
chair turned toward' the fireplace in
the house on Astor street? Were those
hands, which held the steamer to her
course, the hands which had written
to Alan in secret from the little room
off his bedroom and which pasted so
carefully the newspaper clippings con-
cealed in the library?
Alan faced the wind with mackinaw
buttoned about his throat; to make
certain his hearing, Ills ears were un-
protected. They numbed frequently,
and he drew a hand out of the glove
to rub them. The windows to protect
the wheelsman had been dropped, as
the snow had gathered on the glass;
and at intervals, as he glanced beck,
he could see old Burr's face as he
switched on a dim Tight to look at the
compass, The strange placidity which
usually characterized the old man's
face had not returned to It since Alan
had spoken with him on the dock; its
look was Intent and queerly drawn.
Was old Burr beginning to remenhher
that he was Benjamin Curvet? Alan
did tint believe It could be that; again
and again he had spoken Corvet's name
to him without effect. Yet there must
have been times when, if he was artual-
ly ('oLvet, he had remembered who he
was. Ile must hove remembered that
when he had written dh'eelluns to some
nue to 00011 those things to C.ons(an"e
Sherrill; or, a strange thought had
come to Alan, had he written these in-
struetions himself? This certainly
would account for the package having
been mated at Manitowoc. and fr.r
Alan's failure to Iltd out by whurn It
had been mated. It would account
too, for the unknown handwriting upon
rhe wrapper, if seine one on the ferry
had addressed the package for the old
titan.
What could have I'ought hack that
moment Of recollection to Covet, Alun
wondered; the finding of the things
which be had sent? What might brine
another such moment? Would .his set
Ing the SherrIIls ngalu—or Spearman—
net to restore him?
Fur half an hour Alan wed steadily
at the bow. The storm was Increasing
nnticeahly In fierceness; the wind-
drivcn snaw'flekes bad eh:timed to hard
pellets v.hieb, like little bullets, crit
and stung tite fare; ami it was growing
colder, From a cabin window came the
blue flash of the wireless, which bail
been silent after notifying the shoe
stations of theft (!t') arture. It bud
conlnwneeil again; t' is Was unusual.
Something still more thnthsual foiluwc'd
at 0110e; the direction of the gale
seemed slowly to shift, and with It
he wash or the 'tenter; inytoad el' the
wind and the w'11(ee coming from dead
teem! now, they moved. to the part
elan, and Number 25. still pitching
with the thrust through the seas, .nese
,e,eiu to roll. This meant, of rot;.;,•,
hitt the steamer had rliur,„gal rte
'eau's(' tmd was n,ai:hn' almoet due
+.,a'th. It seemed to Alan in I, furry tt
eu_ hies faster; the dee I t•iht'nt ,1 mere.
Attn buil not heard the epiors for th
'1 au2e and could only spettilate as to
twhal It might mean,
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"'Where are ("0 heading?" Alan
""lett
dio,” the relief announced, "The
H. C. Itichnrd on y'irlling; she's ep by
the Manitous."
"What sort of trouble?"
"She's not 111 trouble; it's another
ship.,"
"What ship?"
"Noword as to that"
Alan, not delaying to question fur-
ther, went back to the cabins. •
These stretched aft, behind the
bridge, along the tipper deck, some
score on each side of the ship; they
had accommodations for almost a hun-
dred passengers; but on this crossing
only a few were occupied, Alan had
noticed some half-dozen men—business
men, no doubt, forced to make the
crossing, and one of them, a Catholic
priest, returning probably to some mis-
ton In the north; he had seen i worn
x11 wo
e
en among them. A little group of
passengers were gathered now In the
door of or just outside the wireless
cabin, which was one of the row on the
starboard side. Stewards stood with
them and the cabin maid; within, and
bending over the table with the radio
instrument, was the operator with the
second officer beside hien. The violet
spark was rasping, and the operator,
his receivers strapped over his ears,
strained to listen. He got no reply,
evidently, and he struck his key again;
now, as he listened, he wrote slowly on
a pad.
"What Is It?" Alan asked the officer.
"'the Iticherdson heard four blasts
of a steam whistle about an hour ago
when she was opposite the htanitous.
She answered with the whistle and
turned toward the blasts. She couldn't
find any ship." The offic'er's reply was
interrupted by some of the others.
"Then . that was a few minutes
ago . , they heard the four long
again. . . They'd tried to pick up
the other ship with radio before,
Yes; we got that here. . . .
Tried m " and got no answer•
lint they beard the blasts for half an
hour. . They' said they seemed
to be almost beside the ship once.
But they didn't see anything.
'then the blasts stopped , . . sud-
den, cut off short in the middle as
though something happened, .
She was blowing distress all right.
. The Richardson's searching
again now Yes, she's search -
Ing for boats,"
"Anyone else answered?" Alan
asked.
"Shore stations on both sides."
"Do they know what ship it is?"
etre „
"What slip might be there now?"
The officer could not answer that.
Be bud known where the Blchatrdson
must be; he knew of no other likely
to he there at this season. The spray
from the waves had frozen upon Alan;
ice gleamed and glinted from the rail
and from the deck. Alan's shoulders
drew up In a spasm. The Richardson,
they said, was looking for boats; how
Tong could men live to tittle hours ex-
posed to that gale and cold?
He turned hack to the others abort
the radio cabin; the glow froni within
showed Trim faces as gray as i.ls; it
lighted a face on the opposite side of
the door—a face haggard with dread-
ful fright, Old Burr jerked &tout ars
Alan spoke to him and moved away
alone; Alan followed him, and seized
his arm.
"1l hat's the matter!" Alun demand-
ed, hulling to flim,
"The four blasts!" the wheelsman
(epee ted, "They heard the four
blasts!" He Iterated it once more.
"Yes,," Alan urged, "Why not?"
"But where no ship ought to he; en
they couldn't find the ship—they
couldn't lhnl the ship I" Terror, of
awful abjectness, carte over the ofd
man. He freed himself from Alan and
went forward,
Alan went aft to the car deck. The
roar enol echoing tumult of the ire
against the hull here drowned all oth-
er sounds. The thirty-two freight
ears, in their four long lines, stood
wedged and chained and blocked 111
place; they tipped and tilted, rolled
and swayed like the stanchions and
sides of the ship, fixed and secure.
Jacks on the steel deck ander the
edges of the re's, kept them from
rocking on theft trucks. Men paced
watcirl'ully between the tracks, observ-
ing the movement of the cars. The
ears creaked and groaned, 53 they
worked a little this w•ay 814(1 tlutt; the
AMA sprang with sledges and drove the
blocks tight again or look an addi-
tional turn upon the Jacks,
Alan sae' Ohl Iluer who, on Ms way
to the wheelhouse, had halted to lis-
ten, For Several minutes the old man
stood motionless; be came on again
and stopped to listen,'
"You hear 'em?" Burr's voice qua-
vered in Alan's ear, "You hear 'em?"
"What 1" asked Alan.
"The four blasts! Yo11 hear 'em
now? The four blasts!"
Burr was straining ns Ile listened,
and Alan stood still too; no sound
tame to ltim but the noise of the
storm, "No," he replied. "I don't
hear anything. Ito you hear them
noel"
WEDNESDAY, AUGUST 7th, .t'i)aO'0
Ilurr stood. beside 111,,, without melt
Ing reply ; the aetrehllght which had
been pointed 1(15(001, shot its glare for-
werd, and Alto a 04,!11 )300 Burr's. face
in the danccng reflection of the inure.
The map had 11evel' More ninthly re -
The Man Had Never More plainly Re-
sembled the Picture of Benjamin
Corvet.
s mbl
e ed theInure of Benjamin p ja Cor -
vet; that which had been in the pic-
ture, that strange sensation of some-
thing haunting him, was upon this
man's face, a thousand times Intensi-
fied; but Instead of distorting the fea-
tures away from all likeness to the
picture, It made It grotesquely iden-
tical..
And Burr was hearing something—
something distinct and terrifying; but
he seemed not surprised, but rather
satisfied that Alan had not heard. He
nodded his tread at Alan's denial, anal,
without reply to Alan's demand, he
stood listening. Something bent him
forward; he straightened; again the
something came; again he straight-
ened. Four times Alan counted the
motions. Burr was hearing again the
four long blasts of distress! But there
was no noise but the gale. "The four
blasts!" He recalled old Burr's terror
outside the radio cabin. The old man
was hearing blasts which were not
blown!
- He moved on and took the wheel.
He was a good wheelsman; the vessel
seemed to be steadier on her course
and, somehow, to steer easier when the
old man steered. His illusions of hear-
ing could do no harm, Alan consid.
eyed; they were of concern only to
Burr and to him,
Alan fought to keep his thought all
to his duty; they must be now very
nearly at the position where the Rich-
ardson last had heard the four long
blasts; searching for a ship or for
boats, in that snow, was almost hope-
less. 'With sight even along the search-
light's beam shortened to a few hun-
dred yards, only accident could bring
Number 25 up for rescue, only chance
could carry the ship where the shouts
—or the blasts of distress if the wreck
still floated and had steam—would be
heard.
They were meeting frequent and
heavy floes, and Alan gave warning of
these by halls to the bridge; the bridge
answered and when possible the steam-
er avoided the floes; when It could not
do that It cut through them. The wind-
rowed Ice beating and crushing under
the bows took strange, distorted, glis-
tening shapes. Now another such shape
appeared before them; where the'glare
dissipated to a bare glow hi the swirl-
ing snow, be saw a vague shadow. The
man moving the searchlight failed to
see It, for he swung the beam on. The
shadow was so dim, so ghostly, that
Alan sought for it again before he
halted; he could see nothing now, yet
he was surer, somehow, that he bad
seep.
Something dead ahead, sir C" he
shouted back to the bridge.
The bridge answered the hail as the
seurchlight pointed forward agate. A
gust carried the snow in a tierce flurry
Which the light failed to pierce; from
the flurry suddenly, silently, spar by
spar, A shadow emerged—the shadow
of a ship. It inns a steamer, Alan saw,
a long, low -Ping old vessel without
lights and without smoke froth the fun-
nel slanting up just forward of the
after deckhouse; it rolled in the trough
of the set. 'rhe sides and all the lower
works glen:sed In ghastly phosphores-
cence it WAS refraction of tile search-
light beam tem the ice sheathing all
the ship, .rut's brake told him; but
the sight of that soundless, shimmering
ship materializing from behind the
screen of snow struck a tremor through
ihini.
"Ship in lie .flailed. "Ahead! Dead
ahead sir: Ship!"
The shout of quick commands
echoed to him from the bridge. 'Un-
derfoot he tould feel a new tumult of
the deck; the engines, instantly
stopped, were being set full speed as-
tern. But Number 25, instead of
sheering off to right or left to avoid the
collisloth steered straight on,
'rhe stuggle of the engines against
the momentum of the ferry told that
others had seen the ghciuning ship, or,
at least, Kaci heard the haul. The skip-
per's Instant decision had been to put
to starboard; he Thad howled that to
the wheel:mien, "11ard over 1" But,
though the 51'1'ews turned full astern,
Number 25 steered straight on. The
Awry w'8s browing before the bow
again ; bark through the snow the ice -
shrouded shimmer alhead t'Ptrented. castle to port. And the ferry was
Alan leaped away and up to tha wvlteeI- pointed straight Inch the gate note.
hon..
lien were struggling there—the skip.
per, a mate turd old Burt', who had
held the wheel. lie 0111115 to it yet, tt8
one 111 a thence, fixed 2101.105 ahead;
his arms, r,tI,f, had been iwlding Nnnl-
ber 25 to her <entr e, The skipper
sti'uelt him and heat him away, while
the matte tu5ged at the wheel Burr
tuns tart from the wheel nut, wad !ie
made nu tcsistanee to the supper's
blurts but the skipper, In his frenzy,
Hatter him again anti ituuc'ked hint to
the leek,
Slowly, steadily. Number 25 was rot
sounding to her 1u Im. The holt meld-
ed away, and the beam of the ferry
carne beside the beam of the silent
steamer; they were very close now, so
close that the scarehiight, (('111011 had
turned to keep ou the other vessel,
shot above its shimmering decile and
lighted only the spurs; and, as the wa-
ter rose and fell between theta, the
ships sucked closer. Number 25 shook
with an effort; it seemed opposing with
all the power of its screws some force
fatally drawing it on—opposing with
the last resistance before giving way.
Then, as the water fell again, the ferry
seemed to slip and be drawn toward
the other vessel; they mounted, side
by side . . . crashed , . . r'ecoiled.
crashed again. That second crash
threw all who lead nothing to hold by,
flat upon the deck; then Number 25
moved by; astern her now the silent
steamer vanished In the snow.
Gongs boomed below; through the
new confusion and the cries of men,
orders began to become audible. Alan,
scrambling to his knees, put an arm
under old Burr, half raising him; the
form encircled by his arm struggled
up. The skipper, who had knocked
Burr away from the wheel, ignored him
now. The old man, dragging himself
up and holding to Alan, was staring
with hterror
t at tineenbehind
now t
s
e d
which the vessel had disappeared. His
lips moved.
It was a ship!" he said; he seemed
speaking more to himself than to Alan.
"Yes," Alan said. "It was a ship;
and you thought—"
"It wasn't there I" the wheelsman
cried. "It's—It's been there all the
time all night, and I'd—I'd steered
through it ten times, twenty times,
every few inlnutee; and then—that
time It was a ship!"
Alan's excitement grew greater; he
seized the old man again. "You thought
It was the Mtwaka 1" Alan exclaimed.
"The Mlwaka! And you tried to steer
through It again."
"The Miwaka 1" old Burr's lips reit-
erated
eiterated the word. "Yes; yes—the MI -
wake I"
He struggled, writhing with some
agony not physical. Alan tried to hold
him, but now the old man was beside
himself with dismay. He broke away
and started aft, The captain's voice
recalled Alan to himself, as he was
about to follow, and he turned back to
the wheelhouse.
The second officer, who had gone be-
low to ascertain the damage done to
the ferry, came up to report. Two of
the compartments, those which had
taken the crush of the collision, had
flooded instantly; the bulkheads were
holding only leaking a little, the offi-
cer declared. Water was coming into
a third compartment, that at the stern;
the pumps were fighting this water,
The shock had sprung seams else
where; but If the after compartment
dl(1 not fill, the pumps might bandit
the rest.
Alan was at the bow again on look.
out duty, ordered to listen and to look
for the little boats. He gave to that
duty all his conscious attention; but
through his thought, whether he wilted
it or not, ran a riotous exultation. Al
he paced from side to side and hailed
and answered halls from the bridge
and while he strained for sight and
hearing through the gale -swept snot
the leaping pulse within repeated.
"Tye found him t Pie found hirer
Alan hold no longer possibility of
doubt of 01.1 Burr's identity With Ben-
1amin Ctorvet, since the old ratan had
made plain to him that he was haunt-
ed by the Mir .a. Since that night
in the house on Astor street, when
Spearnnrn shouted 10 Mali that name.
everything having to do with the se-
cret of Benjamin Corvet's life had led,
so flu' as elan could fellow it, to the
rlieetka ; all the chtim.e, which Sher-
rill desrrihed but could not account
for, Alan bad laid to that. Corvet
only could have been so haunted by
that ghostly ship, and there bad been
guilt of some awful sort in the old
man's cry. Alma had found the man
who had sent him away to I:ansas
whet he w85 a child, who had support-
ed hint Detre anti then, at last, sent
for hem • w disappeared t his
fro hada
coming and left him all his posses -
slims and his heritage of disgrace, who
hnd paid biarktttnil to Luke. autl who
had sent, last, Captain Stafford's
Watch and the ring which rtlnhe with
1t—the wedding ring.
Alan pulled his hand from hls glove
and felt in his pocket for the little
band of gold, What w'uold that mean
to him now; what of that wvas he to
learn? And, its he thought of that,
Constance Sherrill came more insist-
ently before him. What was he to
learn for her, for his friend atul. Ben-
jamin ('pavers friend, whom he, Uncle
Bonny, had warned not to cure for
Henry Spearman,*and (leu Itnl gone
away to leave her to marry hint? For
she WAS to marry him, Alan bol rend,
\Imre serious damage than first re-
ported! The pumps certainly must be
losing their fight with the water in the
pot compartment aft ; for the how
steadily was lifting, the sI 0111 sinking.
The starboard rail too (0051 raised, and
the fist had berme so sharp that wa-
ter (vaslte(1 the deck abaft the fore -
(Continued Next Week),
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