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- The Trey
A Novelized Version of the Motion
Produced by the 1
By LOUIS JO
Auar of "7TI Fodne Ranr." "7
masrated wi& Photograpu
Copright, 1914. by
The Masked Voice.
For a matter of twelve hours the
-fog, leaden, dank, viscous, as inexor
able as the dominion of evil, had
wrapped the world in an embrace as
foul and noxious as the coils of some
great, gray, slimy serpent.
Through its sluggish folds the pon
derous, power-impelled lifeboat crept
at a snail's pace, its stem parting and
rolling back from either flank a heavy
hearted sea of gray.
In the bows a young woman rested
in a state of semi-exhaustion, her eyes
closed, he head pillowed on a eork
belt life-preserver, her sodden gar
ments modeled closely to the slender
body that was ever and again shaken
from head to feet with the strength
of a long, shuddering respiration.
Seated on the nearest thwart, Alan
Law, chin in hand, watched over the
rest of this woman whom he loved
with a grimly hopeless solicitude. He
was in no happier case than she, so
far as physical comfort went-he was
in worse, since he might not rest.
Premonition of misfortune darkened
his heart with its impenetrable
In the stern Tom Barcus presided
morosely over the steering gear; and
Law was no more jealously heedful of
his sweetheart- than Barcus of the
heavy-duty motor that chugged away
so purposefully at its business of driv
ing the boat heaven-knew-where.
Lacking at once a compass, all no
tion whatsoever of the sun's bearings,
and any immediate hope of the fog
lifting or chance bringing them either
to land or to rescue by some larger
and less comfortless craft, Barcus
steered mainly through force of habit
-the salt-water man's instinctive feel
ing that no boat under way should
ever in any conceivable circumstance
be without a hand at the helm. It had
seemed Impossible that it could long
escape repetition of the disaster, but
somehow, it always did escape, and
that by a wide margin; never once
had it passed near enough to another
vessel to see it.
And now for more than an hour the
silence had been uncannily constant,
broken'only by the rumble of the mo
tor, the muted lisp of water slipping
down the side, the suck and gurgle of
Forebodings no less portentous than
Law's crawled in the mind of Barcus.
It was as likely as not that the life
boat was traveling straight out to sea.
And gasoline tanks can and oftentimes
do become as empty as an official
weather prophet's promise of fair
weather for a holiday.
More than this, Mr. Barcus was a
confirmed skeptic in respect of ma
rine motors; on terms of long and
intimate experience with the ways of
Delivered into the Hands of the
the demon of perversity that tenants
them one and all, he knew that the
present sweet-tempered performance
of the exhibit under consideration
was no earnest whatsoever'of future
good behavior, that when such a com
plicated contraption was concerned
there was never any telling .
In view of all of which considera
tions he presently threw open the bat
And the aching void created in the
silence by the cessation of that urn
form drone was startling enough to
rouse even Rose Trine from her state
With a look of panic she sat up,
thrust damp hair back from her eyes,
and nervously Inquired:
"What's the matter?"
"Nothing," Barcus told her. "I shut
the engine off-that's all."
Tempers were short in that hour,
and Alan was annoyed to think that
the rest of his beloved should need
lessly have been disturbed.
"What did you do that for?" he de
"Because I jolly well wanted to,''
Barcus returned in a tone as brusque.
"Oh, you did-eh?"
"Yes, I did-eh! I happen to be
bossing this end of the boat and to
have sense enough to realize there's
no sense at all in our wasting fuel the
way we are--cruising nowhere!"
"Well," Law contended, struck by
the fairness of this argument, but un
able to calm his uneasiness-"just the
same, we might--"
"Yes; of course, we m.ight," Barcus
snapped. "We might a whole lot. We
might, for instance, be heading for
Spain, for all you or I know to the
contrary. And in suich case, I for one
respectfully prefert to have gas enough
to take us home~again if ever this
da-blessed fog lifts!"
The State of Sou rolina5,
County of Picke -
By J. B. Newbery, pbate Judge:
Whereas, A. J. s,. C. C. P.,
made suit to me to gn im letters of
administration of the es and effects
of J. E. Holden.
These are, Zlherefore, ite and ad
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And fPr several seconds longer the
stillness strangled their spirits in its
Then of a sudden a cry shrilled
through the fog, so near at hand that
It seemed scarcely more distant than
over the side:
"Ahoy! Help! Ahoy there! Help!"
So insistent, so urgent was its ac
cent that, coupled with the surprise,
It brought the three as one to their
feet, all a-trembje, their eyes seeking
one another's faces, then shifting un
"What can it be?" Rose whispered,
aghast, shrinking into Ajan's ready
"A woman," Barcus put in harshly.
"Judith," the girl moaned.
Alan shook himself together. "Im
possible!" he contended. "I saw her
go down . -
"That doesn't prove she didn't con
up," Barcus commented acidly.
"Ahoy! Motorboat aho-o-oy! Help!"
"And that," Barcus pursued sadly,
"just proves she did come up-blame
the luck! Alive she Is, and kicking;
stand clear. An able-bodied' pair of
lungs was back of that hail, my friend;
and you needn't tell me I don't know
the dulcet accents of that angelic con
Without heeding him,- Alan cupped
hands to mouth and sent an answer
ing cry ringing through the murk:
"Ahoy! Where are you? Where
"Here-on the reef-half-drowned
perishing with chill-"
"How does my voice bear?" Alan
"What the dickens do you care?"
Barcus interpolated suspiciuosly.
"To port," the response rang thrcug'h
the fog. "Starboard your helm and
come in slowly!"
"Right-o! Half a minute!" Alan re
"Like hell!" Mr. Darcus muttered in
his throat as he jumped down into the
engine pit and bent over the fly-wheel.
Leaping on the forward thwart and
balancing himself perilously near the
gunwale, Alan strained his -ision
vainly against the opacity of the fog.
"Can't make out anything," he
grumbled, looking back. "Start her
u-but slow's the word-and 'ware
--Nothing doing," Barcus retorted
curtly. "The motto is now -Full speed
astern!' as you must know."
"O0 come! We can't legve a woman
out there-in a fix like that!"
"Cant we? You watch!" Barcus
grunted malevolently, rocking the
heavy flywheel with all his might; for
the motor had turne~d suddenly stub
"Alan!" liose pleaded, laying a hand
uon his sleeve. "Think what it
means! I know it sounds heartless of
me-and it's my own sister. But you
know how mad she is-wild with ha
trcd and jealousy. If you take her into
this boat, it's your life or hers!"
"If we leave her out there," Alan
retorted, shaking his arm irapatiently
free. "it's her life on our heads!"
At this juncture the motor took
charge of the' argument, ending it in
summary fashion:- With a smart ex
pkson in the cylinder, it started up
unexpectedly, at one and the same
time almost dislocating the arm of
Mr. Darcus and precipitating Alan
It was not given him to know what
ws happening until he found himself
in the water; he struggled to the sur
face just in time to see the bows of
the lifeboat back away and vanish into
Not more than twenty seconds could
have elapsed before Barcus recovered
from the shock of the motor's treach
ery sufficiently to reverse the wheel,
throttle down the carburetor and jump
out of the engine-pit.
But in that small space of time the
lifeboat and Alan Law had parted com
pany as definitely as though one of
them had been levitated bodily to the
far side of the earth.
It could not have been more than
a minute after the accident before
Barcus was guiding the boat over
what, going on his sense of location
and judgment of distance, he could
have sworn was the precise spot
where Alan had disappeared, but with
out discovering a sign of him.
And for the next twenty minutes
he divided his attention between at
tempts to soothe and reassure the
half-distracted girl and efforts to
educe a reply from Alan by stentorian
hailing-with- as little success in the
one as in the other.
"Alan!" he shrieked at the top of
his lungs. "Alan! Give a hail to tell
us you're safe!"
There was a little pause; he was
racking his brains for some more mov
ing mode of appeal when the answer
cae In another voice-in the voice
of Judith Trine, clear, musical, effer
vescent with sardonic humor:
"Be at peace, little one-bleat no
more! Mr. Law is with us-and safe
-oh, quite, quite safe!"
In dumb - consternation Barcue
sought the countenance -of Rose- Her
eyes, meeting his, were blank with
despair. He shook his head helplessly
and let'his hands dangle idly between
With na. way on her, the lifeboat
drifted with a current of unknown set
"What can we do?" Rose implored.
"We must do something. We can't
leave him . . . Oh, when I think
of him there, in her hands. I could gc
"If only I knelv," Barcus protested;
"but my hands are tied, my wits are
as heipless as my eyes are blind.
creditors of the said J. E. Holder., de
ceased, that they be and appear before
me, in the court of Probate, to be held
at Pickens, S. C., on the 10th day of
December, 1914, next after publication
hereof, at 11 o'clock in the forenoon, to
show cause, if any they have, why said
administration should not be granted.
Given under my hand and seal this
6th day of- November, Anno Domini,
914. J. B. NEWBERY,
130 J. P. P. C.
PICKENS, SOUTH CAROLIN
We Lead The
ere's rthi ~ to go by-e.epL .he
bare posibility that the reet. she
spoke of may be Norton's. It doesn't
seerna poisible. but we may have made
na' much :outhing. In that case
we're about three miles off the main
land, somewhere in the neighborhood
of Kaiama island, a little, rocky, deso
late 1imp of earth, inhabited mainly
[ The giri wrung her hands. "But
how could Judith get there-and with
her men-and ammunition?"
"Don't ask me. Going on my expe
rience with the lady, I'd be willing to
bet that she was picked up by the
steamer that ran us down, and pro
ceeded to make a prize of it-or try
to. One thiig's certain-she must
have found or stolen a boat from
somebody; they couldn't have made
Norton's reef by swimming-it's too
Yanked H im Off to His Cell.
far. That's the answer; they were
picked up, stole a boat, and piled it
up on the reef."
"And there's no hope-!"
"Only of the fog relenting. If we
could make the mainland and get
help . . .
His accents died aw ay into a discon
solate silhence that w as unbroken for
upwards of an hour-.
So slowly the current bore the life
boat toward the beach and so still
the tide that Barcus never appreciated
they were wvithin touch of any land
until the bows grounded with a slight
jar and a grating sound.
With a-cry of incredulity he leaped
to his feet -"Land, by all that's
lucky! "-and stooping, lent a hand to
the girl, aiding her to ri:e.
Hardly had Rose had time to com
prehend what had happened, when
Barcus was over the side and wres
tling with the bows, dragging the boat
farther upon the shoals.
She was, however, more than on%
man could manage;~ and when her
stem had bitten a little more deeply
into the sands, Barcus gave over the
attempt and, lifting Rose down, set
her on dry land, then climbed back into
the vessel, rummaged out her anchor
and cable, and carried them ashore,
planting the' former well up towards
the foot of the cliff.
And as he rose from this last labor
he was half blinded by the glare of the
westerin~g sun as it broke through the
In less than five minutes the miracu
lous commonplace was an acom
plished fact; the wind had rolled the
fog back-like a scroll and sent it spin
ning far out to sea, while the shore
on which the two had landed w as
deluged with sunlight, bright and
He showed a thoughtful and consid
erate countenance to the girl.
"You're about all in?"
She nodded confirmation of this,
which was no more than simple truth,
"Where are we?" she added.
lHe made her party to his own per
"You're not able to travel," he pur
sued. "Do you mind being left alone
while I take a turn up the beach and
have a look round? We can't be far
from some sort of civilization; even
if it's an island there are no desert
isles along this coast. I'll find some
thing soon enough, no fear."
By tacit consent both avoided men
tIon of Alan, but each knewv what
thought was uppermost in the other's
"Trhere's a niche among the rocks
up here," Barcus indicated, "almost a
cave. You'll be warm and dry enough,
and secure fironm observation overhead.
Maybe you ,can even sniatch a fewv
winks of sleep. . . .
She negatived that suggestion with
a weary smile; no sleep for her until
sheer exhaustion overpowered her, or
she knew of Alan's fate..
And so, reiterating his promise to
be gone no longer than absolutely
might be needful, he left her there.
'This Mortal Tide. -
She was very certain she would
never sleep before her anxiety was
assuaged by word of Alan's fate; but
she reckoned without her host of
trials that had bred in her a fatigue
anodynous- even -to her mental an
For ~ time after Barcu3 had left
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her she lingered upon the sands. In
the mouth of the shelter he had se
lected for her, staring hungrily out on
the shimmering sea that, now wholly
divested of its shroud, smiled up to
the heavens, whose szpphire face it
mirrored, as fair and sweet of seem
ing as though it had never veiled a
Slowly it darkened as the sapphire
above grew darker, blending insen
sibly into rare ultramarine with the
slow decline of the sun, by whose al
titude above the horizon the day had
not more than ninety minutes to run.
And she thought drowsily that if
that sun sank without her learning
that her lover lived, it would not rise
again upon a world tenanted by Rose
It was not true, she told- herself, that
people never die of broken hearts.
She knew that, were he taken from
her, she could no longer live. . . .
And sleep overwhelmed her sud
denly, like a great, dark cloud . . .
But its dominion over her faculties
was not of long duration. Slowly,
heavily, mutinously, she was rescued
from its nirvana-came to her senses
with an effect of one who emerges
I from some vast place of blacknees and
terror, to find Barcus kneeling over
and gingerly but persistently shaking
her by the shoulder.
And then she sat up with a cry of
my'tified compassion; for in the brief
time that he had been abset-it had
not been more than an hour-Mr. Bar
cus had most unquestionably been se
He had acquired a long cut over one
eye, but shallow, upon which blood
had dr'Ied, together with a bruised and
swollen cheek that was - badly
scratched to boot. And that simple
articles of clothing remained to him,
after his strenuous experiences ofithe
last forty-eight hours, had been re
duced to even greater simplicity; his
shirt, for example, now lacked a sleeve
that had been altogether torn away
at the shoulder.
"No!" he told her, as soon as he saw
her wits were awake once more
"don't waste time pitying me. I'm all
right-and so is Alan! That's the
main thing for you to understand; he's
still alive and sound-"
"But where is he? Take me to
him!" she demanded, rising with a
movement of such grace and vigor
that it seemed hard to believe she had
ever known an instant's weariness.
"That's the rub," Barcus coufessed,
squatting on the sands and knuckling
his hair. "I dassent take you to him.
Judith might object. Besides, you can
see for yourself it isn't safe to mingle
with the inhabitants of this tight
little island-and you can't get to
where Alan is without mingling con
siderably. Sit down, and I'll tell you
all about it, and we'll try to figure out
what's best to be done. Maybe we
can manage a rescue under cover of
And when the girl had settled her
self beside him he launched into a
"It's Katama island, all right," he
announced. "but a change has come
over the place since I visited it some
years ago. Then it was a community
of simple-hearted villagers an~ fisher
men; now, unless all signs fail, it's a
den of smugglers. I noticed a num
ber of Chinese about; and that, taken
in connection with the fact that, when
I ventured to introduce myself to the
village ginmill and ask a few inno
cent questions, the entire population,
to a child, landed on me like a thou
sand brick-the two circumstances
made me think we'd stumbled on a
settlement of earnest workers at the
gentle art of helping poor Chinamen
evade the exclusion laws."
With a wry smile, he pursued: "As
for me, I landed out back of the joint,
on the nape of my neck, and took the
count, surrounded by a lot of unsym
pathetic boxes and barrels that had
seen better days. And when I came to
and started to crawl unostentatiously
away, I was just in time to witness the
landing of your amiable sister, that
gang of cutthroats she keeps on the
pay roll, and Alan in company with as
choice a crew of scoundrels as you'd
care to see. I gathered from a few
words that leaked out of the back door
of the barroom, that it was as I had
thought-Judith had stolen a boat
from the ship that picked her up, and
rammed it on Norton's reef; and after
she gathered Alan in the schooner of
these smugglers happened along, and
she hailed it and struck a bargain with
the captain and signed co-partnership
articles, or something like that. Any
way, her lot and the islanders were
soon as thick as thieves, and tanking
up so sociably that I actually got a
chance to whisper a word to Alan and
tell him you were all right, and that
he'd find us both down here on the
beach, if luck served him with an es
cape. That was all I got a chance to
say, for Judith marched up just then
and yanked him off to his cell. I mean
to say, he's locked up now in a little
stone hut on the edge of the cliff, with
,the door guarded and the window over
looking a sheer drop of thirty feet or
so to the beach. When I'd seen that
much I calculated it was about time
for me to get quit of that neighbor
hood, before Mam'selle Judith nicked
me with the evil eye."
"You dori't think she saw you?" the
"I don't think so," Barcus allowed
gravely; and then, lifting his gaze, he
added as he rose in a bound: "I just
know she did-that's all.
In another instant he was battling
might and main with three willing ruf
fians, who had come suddenly into
view round a shoulder of rock; but his
efforts were shortlived, foredoomed to
failure. He was weakened with suffer
ing and fatigue-and the three were
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their numbers. He was overborne In
a twinkling, and had his face ground
brutally into the sand while his hands
were made fast with stout rope behind
his back. And when he rose, it was
to find, Its he 'had anticipated, that
Rose's resistance had been as futilg
as his own; she, too, was captive, her
hands bound like- his, the huge and un
clean paw of one of Judith's-crew cru
elly clamped upon her shoulders.
They were granted time to exchange
no more than one despairing glance
when a curt laugh fairly chilled the
blood in Mr. Barcue, and he swung
sharply between his two guards to
confront Judith Trine.
The woman he saw at first glance,
was in one of her most dangerous
moods-if, Barcus mentally qualified,
there was a pin to choose between her
moods. But now, beyond dispute, she
exhibited a countenance new in his
experience with her, and one well cal
culated to appall.
Her face was bloodless, even as her
lips were white with the curb she put
upon her passion. Her eyes were lurid
with. the glare of rage approaching
mania. Her hands trembled, her lips
quivered, all her actions were abrupt
He was by no means poor-spirited,
but he shrank openly frem.theIlook
she gave him, and was relieved wherr
she, with a sneer, passed him by and
planted herself squarely before her
"Well?" she demanded brusquely.
"How much longer do you think I'm
going to tolerate your interference
you poor little fool! How many more
lessons will you require before realiz
ing that I mean to have my way, and
that you'll cross me only to suffer
The courage of the other girl won
the unstinted admiration of Mr. Bar
cus. Far 'from cringing,'she seemed
to find fresh heart in her sister's chal
lenge. Her head was high, her glance
level with illimitable contempt as she
"So you've tried again?" she in
quired obliquely, with a tone of pity.
"You've offered him your love yet an
other time, have you?"
"Silence!" Judith cried in fury.
"Only to 1learn once more that he
would rather death than you?" Rose
persisted, unflinching. "And so you
come to take your spite out on me,
do you? You pitiful thing! Do you
think I mind-knowing as I do now
that he could never hold you in any
thing but compassion and contempt?'
For an instant there was silence; by
the scorn of her sister the heat of
Judith's fury had been transformed
into a cold and malignant rage. She
controlled herself and her voice mar
"You will see," she said in even and
frigid accents. And the light of he'r
mania leaped and leaped- again in her
eyes like a living flame. "I have pre
pared a way to make you understand
what opposition to me means . . .
*She waved a hand toward the nearer
point of rocks. "Take them along,'
The understanding between her and
her men was apparently complete; for
these last, without hesitation or fur
ther instructions, marnhed Rose and
Barcus down tosthe end of the spit
and on, into the water.
It was nearly knee-deep before Bar
cus was halted with a savage jerk,
backed up to a rock, forced despite his
frenzied resistance to sit down in the
water, and swiftly, with half a dozen
A.redy.he. ates. Hd. RsenOve
deft htches f rop.and.astanc
Alrandinyutbv the atersin e,
detitheysig of rope ca asandb
snot, mader ftan that oiosflik-su
thergsesd t its c oesuto.he
Tsa ccmpsed the men turned?
Quieting lusia'kte wel-taneer-linte,
wtheryigne thei bcmpe calm marchd
ing ginre, Jdter spbrinfwite
woman laughed her short and mirth
"The tide will he high," she said,
"precisely at sunset. You may time
-your lives by that. When the sua dips
into the sea, then will your lives go
down with it."
She turned on her heel and strode
swiftly away, with not so much as a
backward' glance, overtookh her m'en,
and passed quickly from sight around
the farther point of rocks.
vainly with. his bonds. As for Ros
she wasted no strength in-struggling
perhaps had none to waste. When he
looked her way he saw her exquisite
profile unmarred by any line of fear or
doubt, sharply relieved against the
darmess of the rising flood. Her level
gaze without a tremor traversed the
shining flood to its far horizon.
He noted that already the waters
had risen more than an inch.
Humbled even in his terror by that
radiant calm that dwelt upon tier, he
ventured diffidently: "Rose - Miss
She turned her head and found the
heart to smile. "Rose," she corrected
"I'm sorry," he said-which was not
at all what he had meant to say, 'Tve
done my 'best I suppose it's wrong
to give up-but they've made it too
much for me, this 'time."
"I know," she said gently.
"You"-he sammered-"youlre not
"There Is nothing to fear," she said.
"but death. . .
"Then," he said more bravelf, after
a time-the water now was near his
"Not yet, dear friend," she returned,
But the sun was perilously close
the rim of the world. But a little -
time, tdj, would be night
He closed~ is eyes to shut out tlie
vision of Its Impacab
The water -was no ost level
with his lips; It seemed strange that
They Fought Like Madmen.
his throat could be so dry, s0
He opened his eyes, shuddering.
"It's good-by now," he faltered..
"Not yet!" her voice rang beside
him,'vibrant. "Look-up there-along
He liftedhis gaze...
Two men were running along the
cliff-and the man In the lead was
.Alan. But his lead was very scant,
and the man who pursued was one. of
Judith's, and stuck to t'he .trail like a
blood-hound fresh from the leash.
And now the*water waathis lips;
Barcus could no more speak without
Of asudden he groaned in hisheartl
though there was no passable way
down the clIff, still the sight of his
friend glive and unharmed had brought
with it 'a thrill of hope; now that hope
died as h'e saw Alan stumble and go
to his knees.
Before lie could rise the other was
upon him, with the fury of a wolf seek
ing the throat of a stag.
For an Instant they fought like mad''
men; then, in a trice, the sky line
of the cliff ras embty; one or the
other had tripped and fallen over the
brink, and failing had retained hold
of his enemy and carried him down as
By no chance, Barcus toldhms
could either escape uninjured.
Yet, to his amazement, he saw
man break from the other's emb
and rise. And he who lay sti
crumpled, inhuman heap upon
sands, was Judith's man.
With a violent effort Barculs
his mouth above water and sh.
"Alan! Alan! Help! Her
end of the point-in the water
A precious minute was lost
Alan discovered their two
barely above that swiftly rs
Then he ran toward them
never run before, and as
whipped out a jack-knifea
Even so-since it wS
Rose whom Alan freed
Barcus was half-drowne
helped him in turn up to
And as this happened
~shore an on the van
promised by the mi
Ily discernible on
any one of them fu
Then Mr. B
from his. ass!
motor, and o
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