Adventure, February 20, 1922 — page 158: what you’re looking at

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Porn, 2 156 Adventure ° f : flashlight. None cared to die in the dark, and die they.must. To come so far and then fail just below safety! It was hard. “You man at the air manifold, try to — blow the tanks,’’ said the low voice of Cap- ° / tain Griffin. “There is a chance, a small one, but a chance.” The man turned the cocks that sent the hood. I believe it will work. It’s got to - work. I havean engagement on shore I can’t break,” he said, and whipped out a knife. — : “Three cheers for Sparks Conway!’’ called the first luff as the clutch gripped on the emery-cloth scraps and began to whirl _ the screw. ~The men tried to cheer, but ~ voices faltered and the cheers died out only be Be Se "yy: i uj ' ‘ Pew % tat ‘4 y a ) ps 4 7 ¥ ’ . . _ ¢4 / 4% . ; - wh , i* k { fee \G "Tid */ Z (wy PS wt | eS Wy iw fa AY y * Or RY Wy Ae Ph , . P 5 : vy : . ‘ : ‘a 2 - half-uttered. They were listening to the compressed air hissing into the tanks. In- propeller. stantly he yelled crazily: = Captain Griffin kept his gaze on the “They're working! Feel her lift? We'll depth-gage as its needle slowly retraced its course. He was silent, and the rest ceased talking. Burrell stood over the clutch hood, giving orders in whispers to his assistants to find more emery cloth or sandpaper. Wall, _ nursed his motors and ordered every light turned off to conserve juice for motors, ‘save one which was indispensable to him and Burrell. Sherry found a flashlight and stood be- hind the captain, turning it on the depth- gage dial. Gradually the depth decreased, __ but also the power weakened. Now they - Were moving only in jerks, showing that the batteries were nearly exhausted. Three of four“ lengths at a crawl, then a pause, followed by another crawl. Every man was tense, expecting disaster - at any moment, but hoping that it might make it in spite of ——!’” Ten minutes later they were sniffing salt air from an open hatch, waiting for the captain to give the word that it was safe to go on deck. “Conway, what would you like best, of all possible rewards I might secure for you for studying up that scheme?” asked the captain as they came in past the end of Ellis Island with the Diesel engines going ~ full speed, every man cursing useless war- lay. “A pillet on shore as naval radio opera- tor at some decent station.”’ The reply came instantly and the cap- tain smiled. He, too, knew Jessie. “You shall have it if my influence can get it for you,” he said. Sherry looked away over the skyline of New York toward the part where Jessie = se sheer off and leave them. The gage showed waited his return, and his eyes shone. - that they had backed, crawfish fashion, up “Thank you, captain. That is some- cy the slope to two-twenty. That meant thing to tell Jessie that is wérth while,” more than four miles of distance. he said. “TI’ll spring it on her after I get Then the batteries quit. Not a jerk through telling her how sorry I am that could Wall coax out of them. They refused I let my nerves get the upper hand. -_.even to hum. “No, I won’t say that, either. I'll not _- Two men swore, as only deep-water plead nerves. I’ll just say I got mad, like _ sailors can swear. One cried with deep aa fool, and let it go that way; but if I ever sobbing. Another said, reverently— make that girl cry again in that way, may - Gotan it God!” I be to a crippled sub in deep water; emo, e filaments in the one bulb merely and there is no hell worse than that. There glowed redly, and Burrell got out another couldn’t be. It’s the limit.” ; Gom LeXaXe) com> (@)