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THE GUN-RUNNER A STORY OF WAR AND WIRELESS BY (Copsright, 1900, by Btreet & Smith.) CHAPTER I. . The Evening Wor mber 28 Id Daily Magazine, Monday. Dece ‘\“Watch Your Step!” « (The New York « By Robert Minor ARTHUR STRINGER, By Robert Ames Bennet admitted the stranger, with a nod toward the south, thing in it i# the mules rising for the last seven months, But now we've got him good, and got him where we want him.” ‘The only good | ENDING yet?” asked the stranger in the black raincoat, blocking “Then what's he doing o1 like this? Couldn't he ave he was go- McKinnon said. “Not till I've tuned up this pile of junk!” was the pre- vecupied answer of the operator, | snt low over his work. “You don't mean it’s broken down our first hour out?” de. manded the stranger. He still stood there, studying the shirt-sieeved figure 66 the doorway of the Laminian's wireless room. in the centre of the room. leaned back with half closed eyes long forefing gether behind his head. can always save money on @ Coust. there's no way of ing to be cornered?” The disposition of the operator was fot altogether an inflammable one, “That's just the point, my friend! Ho couldn't get_out of Charleston oF Mobile or New Orleans. We had So he slipped qui wise run like tl getting rid of 1 “Well, money's worth having now porta watched. “[ can't make her spark yet. And I've got a damp helix and a motor running weak!” The words were followed by a gasp of exasperation and the rattle of a tool flung to the floor. and then,” the stranger remarked, as his sagely ruminative eye fell on the little varnished wireless responder. up to New York, engaged a passage Hamburg-Americaa, mer for Colon, and then sli over to the Laminian in a closed ‘Tho huge shouldered man in tho raincoat made no effort to conceal his Msappointment. It was what one eserved, he concede such a punk-riveted, slush-pitted, coal-eating second-rater! Ile was silent for a moment or two, though McKinnon watched him clos his half-shut eyes. ewung slowly about when he thought weren't kee! tab on him, And he's Teck for travelling in you'll find that he’ st the drip- Was the operator. His wirele - He stood leaning against b" netereveiver, oF sat,” Was cimaped ping rail, peering out from undet over hig the operator on tl ‘uerto Locombial” rs and held close to the heavy forefinger oa bi pushy iron-gray eyebrows drawn beg) oot hid @ chaplet of glimmering ose over the flat-bridged nose, wo- metal. Against each “receiver” the pny oy of the rain that beat in from Operator pressed a white handker- the northeast as the Laminian Rut whi ie tn move, jut what have 1 got to " McKinnon demanded, said the stranger, and both his voice and his expression bad undergone some quick and pregnant ‘noe here; d'you want to make chief to shut away outside noises, ‘m “the intruder was His face was thin and keen, and ‘This Ganley, remember, has ploughed her way down through the though still youthful seemed almost | wer Bay. His Colorless in comparison with the rud- chai is ay aamtied eyes were Wines of the open-woathered ship's | red-rimmed, many otticers, He had the high brow and | etill on the horizon, and his erate pO oun of the natural till clamped on the ‘scetic, ough his eyes were russet hand was s ps personally studious and abstracted, white awning stanchion as Sandy there was redee: Hook was passed and Atlantic High- }umor a jut the mot his ‘fences’ and confederates and amall-fry helpers, thing thorough, when he does it, likely as not, between here and Puerto Locombia, he's goin; get messages sent in to him, or ie ut some despatches on his own hook—so as to keep in touch what you get out of this key operating business? D'you want to make a good round sum, helping me out of a hole?" Laminian's 0; gid seaaed 5 he man who ha closely at seareaiir wenn 1 undercurrent of self-interest in the other's advances, He works the ing line or two of till boyish mouth. 1 of some st lands melted down into a vague His hands wero long and bony and monotone of rain swept loneliness, ‘lender, with something persistently Beyond tho shi ted uncertainly back and forth along the bridge, his figure was the only one on the deserted deck. As the mist shut oft tho last dull line of Navesink, and the nose of the steamer swung southward, rising and dipping in the long ground swell of the open Atlantic, the watching man gave vent to an involuntary sigh of relief. But he wal stood there, in the in, while the dec , Man feet shook with the purposeful Ut I throb of the engines under their “ful * hteam ahead,” and the pulsating and Princeton there? ponderous thing of steel, “carrying a bone in her teeth,” shouldered ber way on through a ghostlike world of sea and rain, She seemed for all her pitted and rust stained plates, dig- nifled with some new found dense of myste! she sought out her pre- spare and nervous body. one. and replied, “lil try again, si: pl Tho stranger came to a stop and sat regarding the younger man. as though he looked for some word of encouragement to possoss the man of ‘4 persistent horror of material and entangling alliances; he seemed to feel that some secret web of In- velgliement had been woven about t lonell . scholariike about them. This impress 9 officers, who fret» sion was further borne out by the restless, uncoordinated and, at times, almost wolflike restlessness of comprehension “The thing I've got to guard against the stranger who called bi: fy continued, “is the Depart- ment at Washington. wed something in, and it got out all over would be likely to spoil “How could I help you out of @ he curtly demanded, ‘The stranger did not answer at other's suddenly warned him to go slow. 4 of speaking, he leaned back in the steamer chair and studied before him He nodded cheerfully enough to the steward, however, at the sight of the coffee cakes and the steaming tea. Then he turned back to his responder, The ateward, leaving his tea and cake on the seat of a broken armed steamer chair, went on his way, and If they eent "But it won't get out all over the ship!" the operator corrected, seemed a precarious one, up lips worked slowly In and out as he sat thore temporiaing. ‘There was something sugvestive of the ruminant in his large and heavy allence. “Could we talk here—us two, man to man?” he finally asked, with # look at the door, “Of course we can,” the operator re- torted, nettled by the sense ye tery the other was conjuring up about you getting 8 Capt. Yandel once more demanded from the bridge gate. It was plain to see his feeling for the new operator was not an overkindly “You'll promise me that?” asked the other, with @ look of r . V'll_ promise you that— part of my business!" th ranger discreetly “Ganley is almost ding or receiving something. eo surprised if 6 been handling something for The new operator showed his nead Once more came the hiss and rattle 1 shouldn't and crackle of the spark, and once ry, destined’ path through the gray 10n® more the head appeared around a Mness of her universe; she seemed oorner of the stateroom, im already!” The operator reached out for no simple a situation, This vaguo feeling of irritation aeemed to merge humanised, endowed with the will of “sities busy talking to the navy @ sentient and reasoning bein: ard!” The stranger looked about quickly, " “What did he tell you?” message-hooks. merely perfunctory, for the hooks re all but empty. into something that was almost an- ker os he watched the stranger slowly rise to his feet and cross over to the the thick necked, short legged cab- phe new operator hesitated for a tain, in dripping oilskins, leaned over “What name would he be tra’ McKianon looked up py 2 cabin door, held back against the wall moment or two before answerii He ii by tts brass hook. the port bridgo gate and called back jiiy singularly quiet eyes wore re along the empty deck. princet . (08 on Capt Yandel’s nose, for it ‘Aren't you getting the une the Was & remarkable nose, something there?” he demanded, He flung the hetween a cardinal and magenta rain drops from his cap-brim, with color, stippled with the brighter hues @ bull-like shake of the bead, aa he of countless little broken veins. waited. There was no answer to his “site told me to shut up and cut question. So he repeated it, this time our! was the answer. John Siebert, Cabin Fourteen,” was the answer. looked relieved, but on): ment, when he had learned ing had come or gone. “Of course I may be wrong about his trying to keep in touch with A of gel hook, hopl tg ee on let the freed door swing shut tho slow dip of the steamer’s deck. ‘Then he ruffled out the faded denim curtain and came back and sat do The two men continued to look at An alias, south of the Twentieth Parallel often enough carries its own But McKinnon merely guve a shake of the head. before he glanced about at the other man, with ness of scrutiny that might have been bebind Puerto Lo- “Could Puerto Locombia get any- thing outside of a passing ship? Kingston, for instance?” “Kingston never had wirelcss—it's the British Govern- of the watching stranger as bis eyes enough, travelled from a wall map of the Carribbean down to the brags key and then back to the map again. “You'd ¢hink our Uncle Samuel had enough troubles without trying to play school teacher to thone dinky explanation. teamer-chalr ly for @ mo- haven't even got a silence-room or chat a. I Prohibited” by sinker-cook in an east side hard job ahead of me,” in @ bellow. Then came the sound ‘The passenger in the raincoat fell of coughing from the wireless-room to pacing the open deck, He stopped and the rattle of a quickly opened once or twice, quite casually, impertinent had it seemed less frank- ly Impersonal, in for passengers he announce back to his little fire eaters down there!” meditatively ventured, as he took out began the intruder, seeming to feel of his, And it may hen there's New Orleans, on a ‘The stranger lat hard job— ment won't even fo! and you're the only man on this ship who can help me along’ “Well?” said McKinnon, with @ utter. a glance in at the wireless apparatus. “I'll bave her in five minutes,” an- ‘hen, seeing that the operator had cigars and once more fell to study- “There's too much map bet ator. He gathered 10K the map of the Caribbean. his meditative eye kept roving about explained the operator. He drummed the atateroom, Ho gathered But we've got to swoered the operator. The shutte? taken off tis earphones and closed again, sharply. leaning back in his canvas chair, ‘The man in the raincoat turned giving his open and undivided atten- and studied the operator's “station” tion to the tea and coffee cake, the where tho after-deck superstructure stranger came to a stop and leaned bin out of the bleac'! the weather- impatiently on the table-edge for # moment, before readjusting his hel- But the huge-should- ered intruder was not to be so easily ‘The operator, bent low over his ap- did not deign to answer nificant glance toward hi uthoritative nteanger's eye, following him, passed on to the key-lever, and then on again to the helix wires. “You may recall that you nent a couple of mensages out for me this afternoon?” he began finally, Up bis box of scattered carborundum. “Queer, isn't it, getting words on a tape that way, four hundred miles 0 * aid the stranger. his hugo head in « tonishment, as he » tul of apparatus. “1 suppose you've scen a good deal of the South?” he said at lust. thank you!” promptly answered McKinnon, Ti vigor of hit man sinile again. “You don't like get him there—it'’s our last chance, We've worked too hard on this to see it put through to a finieh! ‘And?" asked MoKinnon, “All I want you to do is thing that comes met-receiver, Ho scratched rt of mute as- eyed the cabin- ort made t! CHAPTER III. made this trip observed the t and square a8 @ SCOW companionably against the jamb of MAreue: ped flooring of the P epen door, The young man lock. He peered up tO glanced up at the huge figure dark- “Your machine’ working, isn’t it?" he asked, preoce pied with an inspec- the end of his cigar. “it down there, eh?” who had slowly ad- where the ‘f” aerials of phosphor- ening his cabin, He did so with no Perms wire on their ashwood stretch- outward sign of emotion. tra pridged the two mastheads; h® apparently, become inured gar Was soft and thick and short, McKinnon recalled the fact of the corrected, w like bis own fingers. preoccupied hand inscription on the con- “We're De Forest! ko recolving appara- tus, performed his habitual rite of lifting the phone-receiver from hin youth before him with Despite ite dark ‘4 the same calm and jeful color he kept inhaling acnser cause. waid the stranger, fondling one followed the course of those united wondering eyes of the passengers and wires as they led und expelling great lungsful of it as we don’t claim The operates idly regis- closed eyes he had bent on the faded wall map. talk around the ear to catch the question as it was ! lown into the he had his own ends to pursue. in his thick tice that the toward impersonalit sanare little “station.” he went on with his coffee cake in Next to this “station,” om the silence. tered the mental decision that cigars such a those were surely of Hon Departinent “at you acting for the “Do you?” demanded the operator. Washington?" ‘The stranger ‘i migealy whcus ton ceo The stranger did not even answer edly and aimiessiy about the crowded “Never on this tub!’ McKinnon re- first message went to right, was the ship's lamp room, In ~ “Could you take those messages of of it Farther along the deck, ho noted, raincoat. came 'y not know that that's jon bureau of the Con- Concern, And the Banana you've found out durian make. “I saw you giving a message to the captain, didn’t 1?" And again the bel- lowslike lungs expelled their languid sponded, with a contemptuous aside glance about bis The stranger followed that glance little cabin, the question. asked another, “Why don't you keep There was nothing but good “Where d'you suppose ood the flag-locker. mine now?” asked the man in the that cruiser Was of to?” he next in- “I'm acting an the confidential the Consolidated Fruit the Consolidated Fruit been co-operating with the Department he chart room, and then the “Any old time now,” answered the knocked bout what I've been trying to captain's cabin, In front of that operator, without so much as a sec- ‘tain was the Wheel house and the ond glance. Belt long enough as and dis- as it circled the crowded that thore people Ju It was both a sleeping ; + so (OF several weeks now.” nature in the query. The operator bout own thor ant toh meat “That was to not take on coffee at Puerto Locombia!". answered McKin- ordered room, “And you simply wi “They all carry wireless?” canvas-strapped bridge. = On this “I settle for it with you, don't I?” these messuges are? I mean that’s all, of such « nature as to cabin and an operating office. der the wide shelf that supported a “1 can't afford to!” was all he said, though he added, in an afterthought “Until I can got at the work I wan officer, unsheathing & asked the stranger, drawing out a roll the other, as he sent an exhalation of ‘The stranger was suddenly of- pungent cigar» sign that he fering him one of tho thick short cl- oko cellingward, McKinnon nodded, “Yes, but they're not aching to talk m the man bend- bridge an ‘Th Idable dimensions of oe out te sea. © of bills, The formidable dim Lie, Hvar fete the direction of that roll were lost he ing over the jointed glass and made vut t K : trnderounly Focking mass of & ware “Leave your ni baip as abe crept up on them through ber, and pay th the mist, There was something om- {nous and authoritati turrets hi with her Mujer, as she belched out it out. her black smoke plumes that bung ey’ gars. A shadow seemed to have lifted defeat the ends of justice, We irom his face. “I don't smoke,” said the ungracious “And I'm busy send- double row of Leyden J ed in turn by the De Forest helix, was the operator's narrow berth, To- ward the foot of this berth, heiow the condenser, stood an enamelled wasb k bowl and a litter of tools, these was a wooden slatted trunk on which lay a clutter of recently un- Wait till they'v ve got a good many millions down there in locked up in that export And when you're ness in a repubiié that's you've got to watch It moans that ot to keep your ear to the » eee that your governments {and your marion- little red and gold McKinnon's questioner looked re want anything to get through going to help our man slip away from ts!" You mean for me to held beck looks suspicious me and cabin num- urser, They don't seem to trust operators on this Le ou her, ing palace! All 1 do is stamp the {her mon: tiine-check on the message and send business o° theirs. more suavely con: “Hut it's so deucedly my: ding all kinds of messages for all man at the key, ling ail night Just for the sake aoing with w coherer! ‘The stranger, who seemed well sat- isfied with what le had learned, re- mained silent for # moment or two. ‘ay, could you take @ mes- built on bullets, where you're v “You mean you'r talking to New ewhere, now?” amlably The operator's out to the switch, black ‘What's so myst the man at the ts think it's confoundedly simple: “And couldn't tt worth while quired the stranger. persisted the other, ou do that, if I made He took the two messages, stamped lor you?” quietly them, and read them aloud before ure stable, [ me ettos in their ni low on the sky line. penciling the number of words on a rrsee tie stranger in toe ot and Porner of each sheet and stabbing it raincoat swung noe OF 5 the masthead, As he on e looked up at te orvous blue spark functorily: beget ‘and disappear at the ends of Var the ban on board Taiminian | i sage for New Orleans to-night “4 could take it ull right, if you're iling to prepay land charge: i pay anything you say, #0 long 4s you get me in touch with iny p ple there, 1 want to ask Jean Careche, packed clothing, a pair of canvea covered dumbbells, a shaving set, and a tin box of photographs. the further wall, half way to the door and directly in front of the dynamo, steamer chair. “How do you mead worth while flanked on elther side by a fuse, hy, I'll pay you for your trouble! “I've been tuning for Atlantic City, We're just picking him up," be an- swered as his fingers hovered over the starting box lever clamped “The machinery is, | suppose, when you understand It; bu’ mixing up in big ext to life with the # “Oh, it's mostly weather reports FI ES uniforms runni why they retain @ big man.) like Varrel for their info reau- just to know who’ finger into the political ple down d-hook.” He read per- vents, the getting uM But McKinnon’ nant start brought the older No, @O Wall Street, New York: dled p60 Weshingvin Wille have bya taut-strung aerials that cra Lowmbia, Wire Washingwin, i Mi back and forth with every dip and eld by authorities to await’ instructions, plunge of the ship. A muified crash and ‘sweetheart’ messages and cap- distances and they're coming into port or passing same pine boards above the awitch, Mt the St. Charles, just whe there, and be ready for trouble when * ment of oll and mill shafting got out it blows up!” It was all obvious enough to the front of it was the rough pine table operator sat apd worked. On this table stood the tun- top. You don't suppose I'm going to Money to hold up the com: tains giving It grew louder <nd louder as Plunmeatter of sound echoed out of The second measaze he read wd “station; Kise Ha) crackle of broken noise came chalance. bale . from the masthead. Dr, Bernardo Morales, Mobile: Hl key. Jt was the Hei po ee Beye arts wore caption from the mended date of sailing, MICHAEL D coils, Nghts or wanting wharf room, if it ian’t the navy people asking for Sun- day papers and news from home.” he demanded. The stranger raised a thick, red hand protestingly. ticed @ scar in the centre of the wide the lever crossed further and further down on the contact pins. like @ hive of bees stirred into anger. ‘The stranger peered in at the dynamo under the operating table, ‘So you're talking!" he murmured, “How long will you be in communi- cation with them?” he went on, after ing box with its m numerals along the three slote in ada moved back and long-handled de- spatching instrument, like a Brob- dingnagian model of a telegraph key, and the delicately mounted little sponder, the nerve centre of the wire- terious rows of Matening operator. “Well, I'm here acting for Varret and the Consolid i The Locombian ¢ ‘Washington a simultaneous quite as hastily and with equal non- then, until t wet ui 5 writing out your 1 the time check on { McKinnon bent oy a wrinkled brow and As he caught the lever handle of the huge key in his fingers and worked it McKinnon pe- age und Ui get which lever ha wt 0 a argo d'affaires ‘Advise ‘Chariewon” iiieless to, relay | Laminian he Soares GSaaree a about five weeks ago, about trouble ahead in Guartqui.” “Guariqui?”’ quietly asked McKin- t could cut with wir to!” pursued the ot! if you wanted » in his placid rted to “call ‘winging their way with the Tho stranger waited a moinent at of messenger boy tips. I expecting some speed of Hght out through the loneli- the door, as though expe , ness of the rain-fogged afternoon. further word or movem: nt from the Ki amo a space of silence, inter- operator, But that we rece the sudden appearance of ready buay over his “tuner the ope: deliberately yet slowly u he was sending “strong”—the sudden blue “splash” of flami leaped and hissed across the “spark- brass’ knobbed dis. & second or two of thought, ‘The other raised an ear phone to n, a8 the question was repeated. n he turned back and bent over carbortindum-tip between his quickly about. “T mean as a side line,” interposed with @ shrug. ry again McKinnon's nervous gray eyes swept the figure in the steamer chalr. out-and-out business. You've got to remember they're big thing: in this, and big people too! ou want to mix me up i's big or loss system. Above this on the outside wall stood It was of unpainted jariqui's their capital—-the capl- Since we've heard that, of course, we've bean co-oper- ating with the Department at Wash- the stranger, tal of Lacombin ator, stiflin his shirt sleeves, man in the raincoat turned away, the top, was the ’! 200 eld over his head, ke with a look of mild exasperation in Pippen rat aed ied forward to the his predaceous and puzaled little eyes, bridge-gate, wine @ he raat VA bce peabvaecedtied ¥ captaln. ‘ome ney be " i Walling captain tinted form pads CHAPTER I Then the hooded figure once more weurried back to the “station, the slam of a door punctuated hi disappearance from sieht, The man appeared on the charging rod to the other the tourhly improvised “station” with a& sound like the rattle of musketr: responder points. We're never “But I have @ side line,” explained the operator, as he noted the other man's puzzled gaze resting on his box of models. “How d'you mean” ite broken and roughly spliced lever, and below it the switch arm itself, standing between its two protecting At the end of the tale was the faded wall map of the Caribbean and a sballow clothes locker. a strange medley of the obvious and the inscrutable, of the commonplace and the mysterious, ton, keeping an eye on any Lo- mblan likely to be interested in the Guariqui mix-uj McKinnon confessed that he had known of detectives engaged in the of shadowing Latin- American exiles you tell me what it's worth for you to co-operate with us in this?” he blandly insisted, “It would be worth my job!” “Well, what out of touch h ‘em, on this run!” he retorted. seemed to resent his own increas- crusted with many painting: lead, mirrored and re plish-blue flashes, odor, not unlike a sublimate brimstone, tilled the air ‘ar : four hours later when that worth?’ and the man in the raincoat ra- it's not what the job’ protested McKinnon, t’ ting outside business before thi perturbabie good nature. You mean you can call from the Caribbean?” The operator at's the work T But what is it? was the other's deck"—Dufty J 1 u " hick, aincoat turned back to the deck, The night was t! * a ie rey and stood thoughtfully and McKinnon, the opera- regarding the bursts of foam on her top, we plunging cutwater and the intermlte ea ig tent shower of spray as she rose and O° ped in the cross swell. ‘Through plates, Ie lo came the ¢ M OF AGDIOrTRRRS. Ted more confronti the busy clangor 0 ; Hi lend ine the quick slam of furnace doors, UArebuffed by his silence, magnified in the open shaft-head to calmly Inside. sounds of titanle proportions. As he “Anything come in over chinery o yours for me’" the brass-plated stairway, half-diffident intorert in no way seemed to depress the younger “I's my wireless telephony acheme for pilot boats and fleet mano 4 and ten-r aboard this tub, ess I'm paid to do. kainst regulations and getting the pho 00! “How'd you his heel as he spoke" phones and sh e on thia ahip o' yours tho Gantey—the one and only G CHAPTER IV. ABE stranger ned intently, vrundum fragments d with his coat off and his rk against the wall dup for only @ mo- engine room skylight behind him ment as he saw the luge figure once asked, with a sympathetic wag of the company officers down on me. Ite the doing of something I'm not here n he suddenly swung looked at the man behind him crniser's go: off Porto Rico. on account of the Loco: “You don't mean she's going to mix up in that mess?" t} na note of di 4 + Atlantic City says she's Just going to lie there structions from Washington.” operator turne But I never ce a mess Like ¢ “ET needed the mo thought Id have to “But this ls morely @ matter be- tween us two, The peered across man to man. company doesn't bave do with this.” “They own this junk, with @ wai if hand that designated the apparatus they abo was aiinply that be was busy t an_arm about the room, disgustedly. ‘The stranger was meditatively rub- bing his pendulous chin. ‘You don't like the work, “It's good enough when you a decent station. fit for # pig to tive in! Dian trouble? going on, and the whole top a cruiser Kets b ave to do wit! to run a wire up on an flagship for orders.’ + other folks getting to of you on thi New York never works svuth of At- turbed operator. jantic City, as a rule, ships going in and out, his astonish- York can relay to G the wteamer-chair ment explode in a cellingward belch But this room isn't Look tray with coffee cake and steaming Wired, as he took out a cigar, pushed cups of tea, his hat box of a sleeping berth! ell, | can still use my outfit to than a coffin! ack on his head and struck amash their monopol table without apparent! And I'm going to kick interest in the other man's ¢ and stop roy- s could throw a mess: The man at the rail wheeled about » light. The operator looked up with quickly at the unexpected sound of a voice so close behind him, He de- | 4 clined the proffered refreshment, "8 stare. : : and swung back to his | “What's the name?” he 3 position, ng out at the ™ studying bis “tuner a board out of that cabin wall if they don't get a ventilator tube in here-- it's ike sleeping in a dough box! jook at that bunged-up tuner! table that's never seen a coat of paint; and that switehboard alty overcharges, in arrangement of steel reeds nected with @ receiver, or, say, to a responder like this one on the table, These reeds are tuned in unison with You see, it's only Ganley'a the big- wun-runner doing soothed tranquilly, and they're in New York, and yor got the running of this apparatus un- Puerto Locombia.” » operator gat looking at the r man in silence, ‘But you're hi sat detached and unconac presence in the room ex the mysterious spirit which came and went ata touch of his hand. began to play abont his mouth ' to Charleston, and if we're depending his habitually abstracted and unsee- 10 °)\4 bs the allckest Savannad can get in touch with the ever shipped Station at Suing revolution-maker carbines and smokeless into a Latin- that operating war vessel, The steward took up his he othor was indignantly fray and passed on to the operator's for a moment; then he laugaed a | dcor, where, adroitly balancing on one tle, forgivingly, “Dur, foot, he tapped on the panel with the #wered. “Michael Duff, athe was held there in sus- pension, while his gaze shifted from de to side, vivaciously, in response that far-off and mysterious Volco t was winging Its invisible way ~nothing but raw pine! the connecters in those Leyden jars turned out to be broken, struck this place at moon. patch them up with all the wash bow! Why, nine of ave you tele oe yoursslt « few minutes ago at your ma jnery work right. And ‘t a tape or an; the messages aa they American republic! dala Raw to melt Makinson pros against the aynchronisin, doesn't alway! say you hav that registe “Then Key Went could eateh it up, and if there wasn't a gunboat or an other's companionable grimace at the The operator shook his head; “He's the man whe always emell- ‘The door opened, and this time the Movement was followed by another white glare of the electric ght shone minute or two of silence. along the wet deck. @ man at ft’ Pai! caught @ clearer glimpse of the of Cody—Richard Cody,” room. hind the door swung acur- the intruder, Something tain of sotled denim, partly with- younger man’ H Atlas fruit Wner crawling somewhere round Cuba, why, the navy yard at Gauntanamo coukd get it relayed over to Limon, and from Limon, in decent weather, you'd catch the navy yard operator at Colon. And if the night ‘fear, you'd run one chance in a ross #0 many miles of rain washed to creep along a chains from the first cabins as we “Models cost money, I got onto that } ve to go slow. come to you. ‘The operator nodded, “Then why coulda’t you ing out a country that's looking for a Ten't Ghat right? And he geta a rake-oft and a rake-off from the Birmingham gun people, and another rake-off from the nitro- the’ man who's 2 and emptiness came down the dodge aboard the Pri “She's a real the stranger. The young operator was wistfully nodding his head. But once I've got that apparatus where [ want it you'll south of Hatteras “It might've como under the name closed and crowded cabin. He still seemed unconscious of the mounting look of determination, of obdurate belligerency, interpolated the patriots, caused bim to He stopped and waited for the that smou- clear ac. sa, makers! . Why, mi | drawn. Squatting on @ canvas camp add: “You see, that’s our firu name, chair before i. his unpainted work table Duffy & Cody.’ 4 he’ of waking up the Coconut dered up into the square jawed face, “But you can make this snug ‘It's ‘oot ‘a white man's country,” been engtmeering this Locombian upe