Big Bone Island, or, Lost in the wilds of Siberia

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1 No. 1505 NEW YORK A PRIL 6 1927 .r Crouching d .OWD, Fred ran straight for the man who held Blanche, never heeding the arrows-which came Dying at him. Springing upon him .he gave him a rap with the belaying-pin and him senseless . Price 8 Cents ; ;


I PLUCK AND LUCK Issued Weekly-Subscription price, *4 00 per y ear; Canadian, $4 50; Foreign, $5.00. C..:opyrlght, 1927, 1>:r W estbury .Publishing C..:o. Inc., J.40 C..:edar ::ltr eet. New York, N. Y. Entered as Second C..:lass Matter Dec. 8, 1911, at the PostUlllc e at N e w York, N Y under the Act of March 3, 1879 No. 1505 NEW YORK. APRIL 6, 1927 Price 8 Cents. BIG BONE ISLAND OR, LOST IN THE WILDS OF SIBERIA By CAPT. THOS. H. WILSON CHAPTER 1.-The Corvette That Came in the Storm. "W}lat do you make out of it, Fred? Is it Kotenoy Island or what?" "I guess it's 'what' all right, 'Id man. Don't think there is anybody on board the Seal that has the slightest idea what that island is." Nick Wendell leaned over and took another look at the dark wooded shore which they had just passed. "It's a dreary looking place, all right though," he remarked. "Terrible," replied Fred Philips, Nick's particular chum on board the Seal. "How would you like to be left there, Fred?" "Don't joke about it, Nick," said the young sailor, speaking more seriously than was his usual way. "You c a n hardly imagine what a dreadful thing it would be. Here we are off the north coast of Siberia at the risk of our lives, but then we have got plenty to remind us of home on board the Seal. To be droppe d on that island! Why, a lifetime might pas s and no ship ever come near it again. Captain Spence says we are right off the mouth of the Lena river. I don't suppose there i s a more de solate spot in the whole world.'' On went the staunch little steamer S e al, Spence master, New B edford her home port. Stubbornly !She poked her nose into the narrow ice channels drawing back sometimes, going ahead at others, actually breaking the ice in many places as she forced her way nearer and nearer to the great delta of the Lena river, which, after pushing its way for a thousand J,Ililes through the wilds of Northern Siberia, empties at last by a huge delta into thos e Arctic seas. The Seal was owned by the s ame firm which owned the whaler Eliza Jane Perkins, Captain Rush, which got nipped in the ice off the Lena delta the previous fall and was supposed to be either lost of locked in the ice still. "Was the Perkins still there, stuck in the ice which scarcely ever leaves the vicinity of the aelta?" This was something which remained to be dis covered an& jus t what the Seal and her hardy crew had come to find out. As night settled down 11Wer the .rescuing steamer Captain Spence, a most able seaman, who had put in several winters in the Arctic, detected signs of an approaching storm. The Seal had now run up alongside a large island further in toward the delta than the one just mentioned. Being under the lea of the island, Captain Spence wisely concluderi to stay there and lost no time in dropping anchor when the snowstorm came on. It was a wild night, yet by no means very cold. The wind came sweeping over the great snow fields of Siberia bringing a damp, icy chill with it, and such snow as the crew of the Seal had never seen before. Captain Spence had been up all the night before, but he positively refused to turn in now; He turned to and helped the boys sweep snow, while the mate kept lookout forward for signs .of an ice pack which might come sweeping down upon them, fo; remember it was June and even at this late hour still light. Something very unexpected was going to happen that night and it began within ten minutes after Fred had relieved the mate in his watch forward. Fred was pacing up and down the narrow space allowed him when all at once he saw a large black object loom up in the snow right ahead. ''Craft on the weather bowl" he called "Can't tell whether it's a steamer or what it is. Better come and see!" "Thunder and guns! What do you mean, boy?" roared the captain. "There can be no craft ahead of us here unless it has dropped down from the moon." "It's a steamer all right, sir. Hark! Don't you hear her screw grinding? She'll run us down as sure as fate." "Holler!" shouted Captain Sepnce. "Give 'em the hail!" "Ahoy! Ahoy! Mind where you are going! You'll run us down!" yelled Fred, who had a voice like a foghorn when he chose to exert it. Suddenly the bows of a small steamer were seen and a voice called out some unintelligible words. "By thundhl She's a Russian!" Capt.. Spence. "Them fellers never have no pity. They'd just as soon send us all to Davy Jones' as eat." "Hello, you there l Hello I You Inglees?" a hoarse voice shouted through the thickly falling snow. "American. The steamer Seal, of New Bad-


/ 2 BIG BONE ISLAND ford. Spence, master!" the captain yelled. "For heaven's sake look where you are going or you will run us down E' "Make your mind easy, Capt. Spence," came the answer. "Ve vill .not run you down-no!" "Thank heaven we are safe, boys!" gasped the captain, "but what in the world can it mean? Who can these people be?" "Whalers?" suggested Fred. "No; there are no Russian whalers." "Sealers then? Fur gatherers?" "Possibly." "They are going to drop anchor." "Yes, and they are going to board us, boys. I don't like this for a cent." All hands on deck were straining their eyes peering at the steamer. She was a much larger craft than the Seal. As she swung around, presenting her broadside toward the Yankees, Fred saw that her sides were pierced for guns and that there were many men on board dressed in uniform. Sev eral paced the deck carrying rifles. It was a small armored corvette flying the Russian flag. "They are going to board us!" cried Fred, suddenly. "See! They are getting ready to lower a boat." Darknesswas now upon them and the.snow had begun to let up a little. Apparently it was nothing but a squall, after all, for in one or two places the clouds were breaking and the glittering stars of the Arctic night peeping through. Into the boat, which was an unusually long one, ten men beside the rower crowded. They were all armed with rifles except one, a man over six feet tall with a huge blonde beard, who carried a sword at his side. Rapidly lhe boat pulled toward the Seal and the officer, saluting Capt. Spence, came aboard, followed by his bodyguard, who ranged themselves behind him with a military air. Not' a word was spoken. Capt. Spence saluted and said a few words of welcome, after waiting a moment for the officer to speak. The Russian eyed the Yankee skipper superciliously, running his eyes along the men before . "Those two will do!'' he said, suddenly pomtmg to Fred and Nick. "Capt. Spence, I must trouble you to lend me those twg.lroys for an hour or so. If you refused I shall turn the guns of. the ,;i<-ath erina on you and blow your craft sky high! CHAPTER II.-A Mysterious Business. "Wha-what do you mean?" gasped the captain. "What outrage is this? Impressment of American seamen! Threatson the high seas! No, sir. You can't have one of my men I'll not allow it. I'll complain to the Admiralty Courts. I--" "Stop, Captah;i Spenec,'' broke in the officer, who was shrewd enough to see that all this was only bluff. "I have no time to argue with you and no disposition to do so. I :!m here in the interests of the Czar of all the Russias. Hi s Imperial will is never questioned. You have s imply to obey!" "But how about the Star Spangled Banner?" criep the captain. "Does that cut no ice up here in Siberia? I want you to understand--" "Peace!" cried the officer. "Hold that long tongue of yours in check, captain. If I turn the O'Uns of the Katherina upon your steamer you i'nd your Star Spangled Banner will go to feed the fishes. Hark you; it is a government matter. No one will ever hear of the Seal, of New Bed ford, again, or, if they should, I will have my story ready to tell." "/ !'What do you want those boys for?" demanded\ the captain. "Haven't you got men enough ..of your own?" "Stop! Don't seek to pry into the secrets of His Imperial Majesty. I shall not take the men off against your will, but I have fairly stated the alternative-make your choice!" "If I consent, will my boys be returned to me alive?" "Yes; an hour after daybreak at the latest." Fred Philips stepped forward then. "I'm Nady to go and take my chances, Capt. Spence!" he said, bravely. "I don't want to see the other boys suffer through me. I've got too much interest in the object of our visit to this place to stand in the way of its success." "Well spoken, my boy!" cried the Russian offi cer. "And the other--" "Nick, what about you?" asked Capt. Spence, uneasily. Nick stepped out beside Fred. 1. "What's got to be has got to be, I s'pose," was all he said "At least let me know the nature of the service my men are going on," the captain said. "Sorry to refuse you," was the reply, "but it can't be told. Boys, step over here among my. men." The order was obeyed. "At least let me know your name--" began the captain, only to be cut short again. "Sorry, but I haven't got my card with me," chuckled the officer. "Good day!" Then, without further ceremo;ny, he withdrew with his prisoners, if Fred and Nick can be so styled. They were ordered down into the long boat, which immediately returned to the corvette. Once on the dock of the corvette the boys werei surrounded by an eager crowd of sailors andr marines, who stared at them as though they had' been wild beasts. Suddenly a bell rang out for-r ward. Immediately :there was a hauling on ropes and a creaking of blocks and a great strip of sail cloth was raised above the guards on the side toward the Seal, completely concealing the deck of' the corvette from any one who happened to be watching there. Again the bell struck and sud denly twenty lanterns appeared in the hands of as many men, 'fho formed themselves in a double line reaching from the companionway over to the, starboard sail, close to which the boys stood. Fred and Nick waited breathlessly, puzzled beyond measure to know what was going to happen next. They were not kept long is suspense. Suddenly in the companionway appeared four men carrying a couch upon which lay something covered with an old bedspread. It \Vas the body of a man beyond all doubt, but even the head was concealed. In s olemn procession the men marched, between the lanterns with their burden. They had. almo s t reached the sail when a piercing scream rang out from the cabin below. Upon deck a young and decidedly pretty girl came rushing,1 waving her hands wildly above her head. J ".No! No! You shall not kill him!" she screamed in English. "Let it be me, Your Highnessla. Let it be me!" ,; She rushed after the couch bearers,. but the


' BIG B<'NE ISLAND 3 ofticer sprang forward, and, s e1zmg he.r by the arm, roughly swung her around, saying SQmein Russian-a n gry, hissing words The girl creame d and strugg l e d to free herself. The l a nrn bearers laughed a s thoug h it was a g ood jhke. The officer' s h and was r a i sed h e wo uld surely have struck the h y sterica l g i r l a crue l bl ow D'ut for Fred, who s e Yankee blood was b oiling now. "Kee p your hands off the l ady!" shoute d Fre d, springing in front of the Russ ian. "In the land where I belong we don't strike women. Let her alo n e I say!" Pushing himself in front of the girl, Fred faced the brute as bra vely as if he had b een the commander of the corvette himself inste ad of a prisoner, completely at the m ercy of all on bo a rd. CHAPTER 111.-Abandoned in the Ice l "'You fool! You have s eal e d your fate and tha t of your friend!" the officer c r ied out. Indeed it look e d so. Twen t y cocked r e v olvers were pointed a t Fre d Nick now. As for the girl, she h a d dropped to the d e ck in a dead faint. Fred Philips struck the Russian officer in the heat of his passion, which, it mus t be allow e d, was a very fo olis h thing to do, if he cared anything for his own life "I don't want to m a k e trouble, but I can't s t and by and see a l ady a bused. It i sn't my style," replied Fred, putting on a g0od show of courage. The officer whose face had been slightly cut by a blow fro m Fred, wiped the blood away and frowned, but never;answered a word, which the boys could understand. He addressed the men in Russ i a n, however. Immediately the gril was raised and carried below. Then the bearers set down the couch and a section of the rail was removed. This done the officer pulled away the bedspread. Upon the couch lay a handsome young man elegantly dressed and wearing many medals. He lay on his back and seemed to be in a deep sleep. Certainly he was not dead, for FrPd could see his chest heave as he breathed. Being close to the rail, the boys had looked overboard long before this.' There was a long boat with six rowers in it lying in the water and fastened behind was a smalleo boat, in which were various boxes, bales, etc.; in facl;-, quite a collection of luggage, with a pair of stout oars lying across the seats. "Young man," said the officer, turning on Fred with as much coolness as though nothing had occurred, "if I did what I ought to do I should instantly order you shot. But I am a man who long ago learned to control my temper at all times, BD.d I advise you to learn to control yours; these are my order' s : You and your friend are to take that young man and lower him into the rear boat, getting in afterward yourselves. You can arrange the business as you see fit. There are ropes and the boat will be brought up by my men. Un derstand, we cannot touch that man and will not under any circumstances. If you allow him to fall into the water he must drown. Fred started to make some reply to these atrange orders, but the officer instantly cut him abort, saying: "Obey! Either that or diel" The Russian drew a handsome gold watch from his pock et. "It is no w a qu :rrter to twe lve o'clock" he said sn:oothly. "Young m a n, I g ive you minutes. If at the end of tha t time you tiiree a r e n o t in t hat boa t y o u will a ll be s h o t and all go overb oard. Choo se!" The r e was evi d ently no help for it but to obey. Fred raised no furthe r objections. ""\Ve' ve got to do it, Nick/' he s a id "Le nd me a hand." Fre d made a noo s e and sli p pedit up unde r the arms o f th s l e eping man. The n m aking fast the lo ose Pnd a r ound a s t a nchion with Nick' s help the y lift ed. sl ee per off the and carefully low ered him mto the boat whi c h the rowers in the long b oat bro u ght up alon g sid e The off.cer watch e d the op eration in s il e nc e "Go od! W e ll d o n e !" h e exclaimed "Boy you're an artis t. I like you in s p ite of what you did to m e I w:isl_l it was in my power to kno w y-0u better, but it 1s not. Go now! Get into the boat with your friend." The r e was nothing for the boys to do but to go aboard the boat and they w e nt. Once they had made the s leeper as comfortable as possible and c o v ered him wi t h the heavy blal\,kets which they found in the bo a t, the officer called aut something in Russ i a n and imm ediately the rowers pull e d a w ;:y It was a strange, strange proaeed In s ile.nce Fre d and Nic k, with their sleepmg comp a mon, were pulled off under the stars which had now come out in all the glory of Arctic: night. Immediately the lights on board the steamer were extinguished and the next thing the b o ys knew the propreller began its grind The corvette was moving slowly after them amo'ng the islands. For an hour and over the voyage continued. At last the corvette stopped, but the rowers in the ; long boat pulled steadily forward, m oving up a torturous channel between two endless stretches of ice. For half an hour more the journey contmued. They had now come in sight of a l-0ng, low island past which the open water came sweeping with a good deal of force. So far there hf!.d no sign the sleeper awaking. ,.Again and agam Fyed tried to arouse him, but it was just no use. do you suppose is going to be the end of this? a s ked Nick for the hundredth time when they the island mentioned Fred knew already, but he saw no use in disturbing Nick. The rowers in the long boat had cut the tow line. Wheeling around they now came flying down the ice-river, toward the driftting boat. One glance at the dull, heavy faoos of the Russians was enough to Fred how little he had to hope from them. It was utterly useless to do any talking, but he had another plan. Throwing off the blanket which covered the sleeper, he got his arm around him and raised him up. He was evidently some very important person. Many of the medals which hung to his breast were of solid gold and not a few were studded with diamonds. His head fell over against Fred's and he slumbered on entirely unconscious of having been moved. Helped along by the current, the long boat passed on into the windings -of the channel and was soon lost to view among the great hummocks;


BIG BONE ISLAND which in many places rose high above the level of...:the ice. "They've gone, Fred. They've shaken us! Oh I what shall we do?" Nick called out. "Row first," replied Fred, lowering the sleeper into his old position again. He seized the oars and pulled on after the long boat. "We are lost in the wilds of Siberia if we lose sight of them, Nick!" he exclaimed. "Even at the last moment something may happen if--" A loud report drowned Fred Philips' clo sing words, to be followed by a series of fearful crashes coming one upon another so closely that it seemed like one mighty roar. "Great Scott! What's that?" gasped Nick. "The ice breaking up," shouted Fred, half.rising in the boat. A startling sight met his gaze. The great ice hummocks were all on the move now. On -they came tumbling over one another, with sounds like great stones grinding, crunching, roaring on . The channel disappeared, the field ice closed them. "We are goners!" gasped Nick. "We might as well have let them fellers kill u s at the start, Fred." And indeed it looked so. CHAPTER IV.-The Arrival at Big Bone I sl and. It was a most fortunate thing for our two Yankee boys from the Seal that it was not very cold. The end of the firs t chapter of their strange ad-venture had come. The boat was locked in the field ice and drifting rapidly down the great Lena delta. 'rhey had e scaped the crashi'ng hummocks, but their present situation was bad enough. The mouth of the great Lena River, which in length and swiftness of current rivals the Missi ssippi, is broken up into innumerable small channel s as we have already stated. Many scientific men believe that i'f the ice could once all melt Uie Lena de lta would disappear. It is made up of half frozen soil, tree. trunks rocks and debris of all kinds, which dur,jng many ages has been washed down the river, hut owing to the shortness of the open season has not been able to work out ':o sea. This vast collection of frozen rubbish spreads over an immense surface and is penetrated by water course s running in every direction. Throug-h orte of these channels the boat-had been towea by the crew of the Russian corvette. The s udden breaking up o f the ice had now altered the entire con dition u f things. The channel through which the boys had passe d no longer exi sted Hundreds of other new one s had formed. The boat was being carried by the ice into one of these new channels. It might be drifting toward the corvette and the Seal or it might be going furthe,. and further away from it every minute. It was f death, the boys turned their attention to their sleeping companion. "We may as well take things as we find thef Nick," remarked Fred, philosophically. "There d plenty of grub in this boat and lots of other things which may be useful to us. We want to take an inventory and find out what we've got, and, above all, we want to get this young_ fello)V awake if there is any way of waking him up. We want to find out who he is and what it's all about." "What do you think of it yourself, Fred?" asked Nick: "Why on earth did they take us off the Seal and put us with this man?" "You have asked me the same question at 'least twenty times before, Nick. I can only answer as I have always answered it. I think this y<>ung man has been drugged. I believe he is some Russian noble and that for some reason or other which we don't understand, and may never understand, he has been brought here and aban-doned by order of the Czar. "They didn't want to kill him outright. The see med to be afraid to touch him and that make me think that perhaps he belongs to the imperia. l family. It is against the law for anyone to touch the Czar or any of his family unless they are Pr. pressly told to do so. They have abandoned this feUow here hoping that he may never escape. They have left us with him so as to give him a chance for hi s life. We don't understand the Russians. They are the most superstitious people on earth. They want to j!,'et rid of this young fellow, but they don't dare to kill him, so they have taken this way of handling the case. It all seems very strange to us, but I suppose it looks all rigi1t to them." "I wish we were well out of it," groaned Nick1 "but I don't look to ever get out of it. I expeci to die here in Siberia. I don't believe this fellow will ever wake up. I believe he'll die just as he is.." "Pshaw! I've no time to waste with any such talk as that," said Fred. "I'm going to work t'o see ii I can't get this fellow awake. Open som e of those boxes and hampers, Nick. Let's see what we have got to depend upon." Fred met. with no success He tumbled the sleeper over; he s houted, he pinched him and pulled him, called in his ear, got off one of his boots and tried ticklinJ? him O'n the soles of feet, did eve 'rything that he .could think of, but all in vain. The young man slept calmly on, his chest heav-. ing regularly, his face retaining a natural color. All used up by his exertions, Fred abandoned the attempt at last and turned to look into Nick's di s coveri es which were truly wonderful in their way. A s ucce ssio n of astonished 'shouts had gone with the opening of each box and hamper. Here were provisions of a ll sorts, canned meat, soup, vegetables, fruit, etc. There were articles of clothing, a fine Winchester rifl e, a pair of revolve1 s and a good supply of cartridges to match both. There wer. e books in French, Russian and English, a supply of tobacco and cigarettes, a se lection of pipes, matches and all sorts of things, iw fact; but there was no map or chart, nothing which would help the exile to escape from Siberia in al'. this c'.lllection of goods intended to mal

BIG BONE ISLAND 5 The boys would not have known that they were moving at all if it had not b een for a hUiher ridge of ice on either side of the channel remained stationary. Far in the dista nce ,\;e a chain of wooded hills, and back of those was a range of snow-cappe d mountains. At a shbrt distance ahead of them the y could s e e a row of stunted fir trees, toward w hich they were moving, and on the right of thes e tre e s rose towering ice cliffs, the end of a glacier i f they had but known it, which was slo wly forcing its way down from the mountains into the sea. These same ice bluffs were already projecting far over the water of the delta and were so o n destined to break off and form an iceb erg according to the law of glacial rivers. It was necessary for us to go into all. this description to make clear the startling events w hich are to follow, but we are done now and may take up our story again about an hour later when all at once just as the boys c ame abreast the line of fire trees the ice field, with a mighty roar, broke into a thousand pieces, great spaces of blue water t1:Iwearing between. 'The shock to the boat was not as great as ight have been anticipated. The boys now found themselves in open water, with a large partially covered with stunted trees lying l'ight ahead of them . 1'Look! Look! A house!" cried Fred, a.s they went sweeping around a point where the newly -0pened channel separated the island from the glacier. "That's our hope, Nick. Get out the oars. We must make a landing. Hello, there! Hello! Ahoy I Ahoy!" Fred was full of excitement over his remarkable discovery and all enthusiasm, as he always was under such circumstances Nick threw out the oars, plling for all he was worth, while Fred kept on shouting, hoping to see some one appear. at the door of the rude log_ hut which stood well back from the shore among the trees. No one appeared. The hut was a substantial &,ffair, but it stood gloomy and de serted looking. :ijehind it rose a sort of tower, built of logs, with stairway leading up to a room shut in by glass windows about fifteen feet above the roof. "That ought to be a signal s ervice station, or, rather, an observatory for some scientific expedi tion,'' remarked Fred, "but I'm afraid there is nobody there." \ "How clear the water is!" said Nick, looking ver the side of the boat. "It isn't very deep ither, but what are them queer looking things down there on the bottom? They look like great big bones." "Why they are bones,'' exclaimed Fred. "Ele phant too. Look! There's a skull .with a pair of tusks. By gracious, no! They are not elephants'. They are mammoths'. Look, Nick I Look! There are hundreds of them scattered all over the bottom-they ;run in under the island! I've heard of something Jike this before. Can it be'--" "What?" asked Nick, as Fred suddenly pause d. "Well, I declare! I've guessed right first clip.!'! cried Fred, pointing toward the hut. there!" ,It was a signboard nailed against the side of t.h.e hut. There were rudely formed letters on it, apelling words in Russian, French and English . "Big Bone I sland!" cried Fred, as the boat shot into the little cove. CHAPTER V.-How the White Bear Came With the Storm. "Big B o ne I sland!" That was the way the English sign read and there was no doubt that if the boys had been able to r ead Rus i a n and French they would have found that the other signs read the same. Fred was a well poste d fellow. He had h eard of the astro nomical station erected by the Russian gov ernment on Big Bone Island, at the mouth bf the Lena River, for the purpose of studying the phenomena of the aurora borealis, and he at once recognized the fact that they had reached that once famous place. Hastily explaining to Nick, the boat was drawn up on the shore and the boys found themselves staring about-at one of the most peculiar bits of scene r y known on earth. Leaving their strange companion still s lumbering in the boa t the b o ys now hurried up to the log hut. The door was not fastened and Fred threw it back and look e d in upon a comfortable room, fairly well furnished with sleeping bunks ranged aro und two si de s "This will do for a while, Nick!" he exclaimed. "By gracious it's bette;r than the boat, anyhow. We mus t build a fire-see all the wood there i s collect e d in that s hed out there. With the stuff we have got in the boat and what there i s here we can b e comfortable for {l long while. Thank hea ven, summer is c oming on and we haven't got cold weather to face very long." "Yes, but just the same there is going to be a snow storm," replied Nick, looking up at the sky. "It will be rain," replie d Fred, c onfidently. "It' s not cold enough for snow." "Hadn't we better g e t that fellow up here?" "Right away, first thing; then it's breakfas t and then I'm going up in the tower to see if we can see anything of the corvette or the Seal." This programme wa11 carried out without delay. The unfortunate young man was a dead weight on the boys' hands. Fred took the feet and Nick the shoulders and together they carried him up to the hut, undressed him and put him to bed in one of the bunks, covering him with plenty of blal'lkets. Except for the same r .egular breathing, he might have been a dead man. During the undressing process Fred tumbled him about rather roughly, but there was no other sign of life. "Will he ever wake up, do you suppose?" asked Nick, looking down at the unfortunate -fellow after they had finished their work. "I'm beginning to wonder," replied .Fred. "He may just sleep on until he die s It is impossible to say. Hustle around now, Nick, and help me get our stuff up from the boat." By the time everything was stowed away in the hut the sky was s o clouded over that Fred con cluded if he was going to an observation it ought to b e done at once. Among other treas ures w hich the boat contained was a first-rate op era glas Fred took it, and, followed by Nick, ascended the winding staircase to the observatory, which was entered by means of a trap-door. There was a large table here and


6 BIG BONE ISLAND with drawing boards upon the table and an oil stove. This was all the furnishing. The scien tific instruments which unce had played a most important part in the obseravtory had all been removed when the station was abandoned. Fred threw open one of the big windows, which moved in grooves top and bottom, and looked off upon the dreary scene. "There's the corvette!" he exclaimed, pointing seaward. "Look, Nick! There's the Russian! By gracious, she's moving this way, too." The steamer, apparently surrounded by ice, was plainly to be seen about five miles distant. Fred turned the opera glass upon her and declared that she 'was certainly moving. "She's making for the island, Nick!" he ex claimed. "As sure as you live, she's ma.king for the island. What are we going to do "Stay and face the music, I suppose," replied Nick. "What else can we do?" "Nothing. There is no help for it. My theory is they have no idea of seeing us here at the station. There is going to be lively doings when they find out their mistake." "Phew! How the wind blows! Can't you shut the window,' Fred?" "I can, of course, and I will in a minute. I want to see first if I can't locate the old Seal." "I don't see a thing of her." "Nor I. I may find her, though." "Look at that mountain of ice, Fred! Isn't it wonderful!" Nick's eye had roamed across the open channel to the glacier, which towered some four hundred feet above them, not over a thousand yards away. "I can't make out the Seal," replied Fred, paying no attention to the glacier, "but she must be down there somewhere. What was that noise? Didn't you hear?" . "Sounded like some animal growling," said Nick, leaning far out of the window. "Here comes the snow." Fred was wrong and Nick was 1ight. It was snow and not rain which was to break over Big Bone Island that day. It came with a rush; came sweeping down so suddenly that before Fred could close the window the air was white with the driving flakes and the mass of clouds which carried them went sweeping seaward, obscuring every thing in just no time. The corvette disappeared; even the glacier was but dimly seen. Looking back out of the windows behind them the boys could see nothing but one grand whirl. "We had better get back into the hut," sighed Fred. "It may be only a squall, but we can do nothing further here." As they passed from the observatory to the door of the hut the boys heard the same peculiar sound again, only very much louder. Fred thought it sounded like the growling of an animal, but he could see nothing. Closing the door against the storm, the boys now proceeded to get breakfast. By the time it was eaten a:' regular blizzard had set in. It looked very much as if they were to be housed for a long time-to come. "It's a bad job, Nick," remarH:ed Fred. "I must say I don't relish the prospect, but at the same time it may keep the Russians from rUn oing the corvette up here." "You don't want them to come then?" "I'm sme :r.can't tell whether I do or not, Nick. L'm ready for any old thing, and--" Bang! Bang! It was not a rifle shcit, but som:$'.. thing striking twice heavily against the door. "Some one knocking!" cried Nick. "Who can it be?" "Nobody. Where are those cartridges? We've got work to do here." x Fred had pocketed one of the revo.lvers, but had not loaded it. This he did now in a hurry. Twice more the sound came against the door. "What can it be?" cried Nick. "Throw the door open suddenly. Stand back out of the way!" exclaimed Fred, the instant he had the revolver ready. "If I'm not away off iri my guess you're going to see a polar bear." "What! What! I won't open the door!" "Then I will!" cried Fred. ''. He flung it open and leaped back, while Nick sprang on top of the table, shouting: / "A bear! A bear!" l Instantly Fred fired. The bear staggered, made a rush into the room. CHAPTER Vl.-Lost in the Blizzard. Fred's revolver cracked again and this with greater effect. The shot took the bear between the eyes. That the big brute was not instantly killed was a wonder, but though a streazri of blood ran down over its face it did not fall, but turned and trotted out of the hut, uttering savage growls. "Hooray!" cried Fred. "We've got hiin now!" and he ra:n out of the hut after the bear. Nick seized the rifle and hastily loaded it. Twice Fred's revolver spoke before he could follow him into the storm. There was such a whirl of flake&/ outside that Nick, as he ran on, could not Fred at all, but in a moment he heard him shout:' "I've lost him, Nick! He's gone into the water. Get back to the hut. We run a good chance of losing ourselves if we don't take care." "Oh, nonsense!" cried Nick. "How can we do that when the hut is close to us here?" He came up to Fred, who was standing on the shore. "There's where he "".ent," said Fred, pointing off mto the channel which ran between Big Bone Island and the glacier. "He was badly wounded but I couldn't finish him. I tell you, Nick, this a terrible stoNn; the best thing we can do is to get back to the hut as soon as we posibly can." A sound like the report of a heavy cannon reached theirears through the gloom. "It's a gun on the corvette," cried Nick. "You can just bet it isn't," replied Fred. "It's the cracking of the ice over there o:h the glacier. I don't like this. I'm going -back." They turned and started for the hut, but short as had been the lapse of time since they left it, every sign of their footprints had vanished. The howling wind blew the snow around them in suffocating masses. It was all they could do to stand up against it as they toiled on. The mo ments passed, but the did not loom up as they hoped. Had they passed it? Evidently they had. It' was some moments before Fred could realize thee startling tr\Jth. l "What did I tell he panted. "We are


BIG BONE ISLAND 7 lost! We shall never be able to find the hut in the world." "Why, it must be right here?" gasped Nick. can't miss it if we try. .. \ "But we missed it all right. There! What do you say now?-We've been traveling in a circle. Here we are at the shore again." It was a fact. One step more and Fred would have plunged into the water. "We must try it again," he gasped. "We can't stay here." "As he turned his foot caught in one of the half buried bones and down he went into the snow, with Nick sprawling on top of him. It was the third time they had met with the same accident; it was almost impossible to avoid the bones "If we don't get back.indoors we are done for," panted Fred, scrambling up. "Let's keep along the shore till we come to the boat, then we will try a:nd strike a straight line up to the hut." They pushed on, keeping close to the water's edge. Before they had gone a dozen yards they heard sounds in the distance which brought them to a halt. "There's the corvette!" Cl"ied Fred. I can hea1 the grinding of her propeller, can't you, Fied ?" "It sounds that way," :replied Nick. "I wouldn't be sure, though. "It is! It's the Russian. Hark! Don't you hear somebody hollering? We've got to face the music in a moment now!" A hoarse voice was heard shouting through the gloom and then all in an instant there was a deafening report like the explosion of a boiler, followed by cracking, grinding, crunching sounds, awful to listen to. "Look! Look! The ice!" shouted Fred. 1 Through the wJ11rl_ of flakes -they cou ld see a huge section of the glacie1 topple forward across the channel. Instantly it dror>ped into the water with a tremendous splash, drenching the b oys with a shower of spray, and its ireat, ragged peak came toppling over toward "Run, Nick! Run for your life!" Fred. "If that ever strikes u s we are lost. CHAPTER VIL-The Sleeper Awakens at Last. The crash and roar of the falling ice was something to be remembered for. '."lifetime,_ and the I sight witnessed by Fred Philips and Nick Wen. t dell was one they never fo rgot Drenched with the water thrown high in tlie air by the falling berg, blinded by the snow, frightened half out of their senses, they turned and ran off into the storm, stumbling over the buried bones, groping their way blindly through the whirling flak es expecting every moment to be their last. It was a tremendousexperience. Words cannot picture it. Fred got his arm through Nick's and they struggled on together, for the awful fear of becoming separated had seized them both. It was no time for talk and not a word was spoken; it is safe to say that neither of them expected to reach the station,. when all at once a voice was heard shouting through the gloom. What were the words? The boys could not make out, but the sound of a human voice in ibat awful moment recalled Fred to himself."It's our friend, the s leeper!" he exclaimed. "He has waked up. Hello! Hello!" he shouted at the top of his lungs. "Hello!" came the answer. "This way! Helfo!" "Good!" cried Fred. "He can speak English, anyhow." "Keep on hollering!" yelled Nick. "We're a-com ing. Keep it up. It t e lls us where to go." "Hello! Hello! Hello! Hello!" Again and again came the cry, the boys stumb ling on, following the sound. "This is bu siness!" cried Fred. "We shall soon make it. Hark! What was that?" It was a sound almost as startling as the n oise made by the cracking ice. First a crash and then many voices calling out in one te1rified cry. Silence followed except for the helioing, which in a moment began again. "That's the iceberg striking the corvette!" gasped Fred. "That's what it is, Nick." "I don't know," said Nick, "but I do know I shall drop dead if we don't get somewhere soon Hello! Hello! Hello! Hello! Gee! There'i the station now!" -Without ever dreaming that the struggle was so nearly over they had suddenly come in sight of the door. The mysterious s leeper stood in there helloing through his hands. He burst out with torrent of words in Russian, staggered forward and fell fainting in the snow. "Gracious H e's dead this time, sure!" gasped Fred. "Is there ever going to be any end to our troubles, Nick But Fretl was not the sort to wait for an an swer to his c:implaining remark. He bent down and raised the young man out of the snow and with Nick's h el p got him into the bunk again. There was a bottle of brandy among the other stores wh ich had b ee n taken out of the b oat. Fred immediate ly poured a little into a glass and forced it -between the young man's lips. H e swallowed it feebly, but did not open his eyes nor speak. "He'll live all right," said Fred. "This i s only a fainting fit. Start up the fire, ;Nick. Get the room as warm as possible. I believe it will be all right yet." __,., Shaking off the snow the boys went to work with a will. While Nick piled the wood on the fire Fred worked over the unfortunate young man and soon had the satisfaction of having him open his eyes. He looked at Fred and said something in Russian, feebly extending his hand, which Fred warmly grasped. "We can speak only English," he said. "I think you can speak English, too. You did a few mo ments ago." "Yes-I can. What is it all? Where am I? Mv wife-where is she?" "You are in the old signal station on Big Bone Island," replied Fred quietly. I want you to listen to me and try and understand what has hapJiened. It will clear your mind. You can tell your c>wn story afterward. Do you agree to that?" "I agree to anything you say," was the answer. "I don't know you, but I suppose you are my friend." "I certainly am. May I ask your name?" Fred saw that his mind was greatly troubled and he humored him. Nick drew nea1 and stood by while he quietly explained the whole situation. It was perfectly evident that the young Russian .suffered agonies during the progress of Fred'a


8 BIG BONE ISLAND story, but as it advanced he grew calmer, and acted altogether like a young man of great force of character, who had determined to make the best of a*"bad situation. Occasionally he would rnurmur his thanks, but aside from that he did not speak until the story was all told. "Let me get up. Let me sit by the fire," he then said. "I can stand. I feel altogether better now." Nick placed a chair for him and Fred led him over to the blazing fire. For a few moments the Russian sat with his eyes fixed on the fire and then, turning to Fred, spoke as follows : "Fred Philips, and you, too, young man. I want to thank you both right heartily f01 what you have done for me. You have, no doubt, saved my life. This is a plot to kill me. For certain reasons which I cannot state, none of those on board the corvette dared to lay a hand on me, so you were taken to do what they did not dare to do themselves. The young woman you saw was my wife. I need not tell you how troubled I am about her. Probablv she is dead. No doubt they are all Mad and the Katherina lies at the bottom of the sea crushed by the iceberg. It is all so terrible that I must not allow myself to think of it find I earnestly beg you will never allude to the matter a.gain. We have but one thing U? do and that is to try our best to escape from this awful situation. Can we do it? I am sure I do not know, but at least we can try. Here's my hand on it. Fred Philips; from this moment we must be a::> brothers. We must pull together. We must work to escape from Siberia. Can we do it? That remains to be seen." He shook hands warmly with Fred and then did the same with Nick. "But at least you will tell us your name," said :f'red, a ,good deal by the young man's reticence, it must be owned. "You can call me Raoul Detosky," was the reply. "I admit that it is not my true name. That I will not tell-I cannot. It would do you no good to know it and if we should escape it might that's enough. I alll Raoul, you are Fred here is Nick with us. We are three brothers m affliction, so there let it stand." "All right," said Fred. "Let it be so then. You'll find me ready to work, and--" "A shot!" shouted Nick. "A shot! Somebody coming!" . A rifle had been suddenly discharged outside. Fred knew that the shot was a good distance off, but Nick did not seem t_o realize it =:d hE1 riedly flung open the door, fully expectm g to di s cover someone outs ide in the s now. CHAPTER VIII.-After the Storm. Nick was entirely mistaken in locating the shot just outside the door "That rifle was fired at leas t a mile away!" ex claimed Raoul, s peaking in a bright, e ne rgetic fashion. "That's what!" cried Fred; "but look! The storm is turning to rain. We can see now and that's one bles s ing. There goes the rifle again." "Is it someone trying to signal u s ?" asked Raoul. "Suppose we fire a shot and see if.they answer it," replied Fred, reaching for the rifle. "No," said Raoul, stopping him by an imperious gesture. "We are in more danger from the corvette's people, than from anything else. We must be sure of our ground first. There should be an observatory here on Big Bone Island, and--" "And there isl There it stands!" broke in Nick pointing up at the tower. "Oh, yes l I did not see it. Have we a glass?" "We have." "Then that's our game. Come on, boys. ',I'hanks to the rain, we may be able to get a view." "So they all went up in the tower, where the mystery of the shot was explained the instant Fred pushed back the rolling sash. The rain was coming down heavily, but from their lofty perch they were able to g e t a good view of their surroundings. A way down among the snow patches, which might be ice fields or islands, ,it was impossible to tell which, they could see the great iceberg towering skyward, while right beyond it _lay the corvette, her bow high out of the water and her stern submerged. "Struck by the iceberg!" c;ried Fred. "That's what has happened, but I do,tI't understand about the shot." "There!" exclaimed Raoul hoarsely. "Look there Oh, my wife Here am I helpless I I can do nothing to save her! Oh, if I was only blessed with wings!" He pointed over among the snow patches to another channel at leas t a mile away. There was a trail of boats, four in number, working their way among the ice fn a southeasterly direction. In the foremost the b9YS could just make out the form of a woman seated in the stern, with 'a group of men forward. The other boats were all filled with men pulling vigorously along the channel. "Take the glass, Fred," said Raoul more calmly. "Tell me, my friend, if that is the lady you saw on the corvette." "It is," replied "Fred, fixing the glass to his eye. "It is the same persQD. They have deserted the corvette. Where can they be going?" "Trying to find the station here, probably," said Nick. "It may be," replied Raoul, "but there is another station somewhere in the n e ighborhood. It is No. 2, on Imis hoff Island. It may be that Captain Demidorff is heading for there.'' ."That's the man who captured u s? aske d F r ed. "Yes.'' "Who is he? An officer in the Russian navy?" "Yes. Now, Fred, that is the last qu es tion I shall ans wer, s o please ask no more Corn e l e t us make ourselve s comfortabl e h ere a nd watch. Our work is plain now, or, at least, mine i s I must rescue my wife from the clutch es o f tha t s c oundrel. You will stand by m e in this b oys?" "Of cours e we will" cri e d Fred, "but I o nly w is h I could s ee something of the Seal." The Seal w a s nowhere in sight, however. After the bo a t s disappe ared behin d t h e ic e hummocks, which they did after a mom ent, Fred looked in every di r ection for a steamer but in vain. After they gave it up the boys r eturned t o the house and did not leave it again that day. It w o uld h ave been useles to attempt it. Raoul fre ely a dmitted that he was in no condition to venture out in that fearful storm in the boat. "My only chance is to pull up my strength," he sensibly declared. "I shall be able to begin in the


BIG BONE ISLAND 9 battle by morning . Until then we mus t just where we are. . So that dreary day pas sed and a drearier mght f'ollowed. Never in all his life had Fred see n such a rain, but when he got up a t five o'clock next morning the storm had. passed and the s un. was blazing down upon the ice field s and ghtter inl!: glacier, with a brilliancy only seen m .the Arctic regions in the late spring. Fred hurried up to the observatory to have a look, leaving Raoul and Nick still aslee p in their bunks Here he made a discovery at first glance. The big be r g had moved on its busines s and there lay the corvette some two miles distant, floating calmly on the water, moving slowly westward toward .the range of hills which we have already mentioned. It had almost reached them and while Fred was still watchinl!: it passed behind the hills and disappeared. He hurried down out of the tower to meet Raoul just coming out of the door, to whom be immedia'tely communicated his discovery. "What's the matter with pulling down there and seeing what shape the corvette is in?" he proposed. "Y k "Not now" replied Raoul promptly. ou now what I want to do, Fred." "But could we not do it better in the corvette? Supoose she is still afloat. If we c o"?ld star. t her engines going and follow up Demido1 :ff we could soon bring him to t erms with thos e big guns." "A bold scheme. but it won't work." declared Raoul. "Demidorff i s not the man to abandon the corvette if there was any cha nce of s a vinl!: h er. It would be waste of time, Fred. What we want first is breakfast and then the search for my wife begins 1 Fred gave it up. Ther e was something s o commanding about Ra_ouys m3:nner there was no such thing as res1 stmg him, so Nick was waked up and the fire was reple ni s hed and a good breakfast prepared. Then the b oat was bailed out and loaded with s uch neces sities as Fred thought would be indi s pen s able in cas e the trip proved a longer one than was anticipated. About eight o'clock, with Fred and Nick at the oars and Raoul, in his gay uniform, seated in the stern, the rescue party started away from Big Bone I sland and stood up the channel pas t the glacier with the intention of working over among the ice fields in i(he direction taken by the other boats As they advanced, threading their way through the tortuous channels, Raoul grew more and mo r e uneasy. "We are going to have trouble," he exclaimed at last, looking this way and tha t. "It i sn't a bit of use boys We can never make station No. 2 with out'knowing where it lies. Inde ed, I'm afraid we are going to have trouble in finding our way back to Bi g Bone I sland; there are hundreds of the se channels ; it i s impossible to tell wbich way the boats went. "It was over nearer the hills than where we are 11ow," declared Nick. "That's it!" cried Fred. "That gives me an idea. Suppos e we land at the foot of. one of the hills and climb to the top. There w e can get a view of everything and if station No. 2 is in sight we shall be sure to see it. Raoul, what do you uy?" "I say yes, decidedly," replied Raoul, "but what laave we here cominl!: down the stream?" ''A boat!" cried Nick, "or what there is left of it. It's bottom s ide up. Look! There's another a little further along." Raoul g r oaned. "This ends it," he said gloomily. "The ice is all breaking up. Those boats have be e n nippe d. The whole party probably met their fate in the storm." CHAPTER IX.-Caught on the Mammoth Tusk. It was plain enough that both boats had been nipped in the ice and Fred began to wonder if they were not likely to meet with a similar fate. "We'll steer for the foot of that hill," he ex claimed. "There was a broad channel running along the base of the hill comparatively free from ice. The three boys-Raoul was but little older than Fred-now pulled the boat high up upon the beach and started up the hill. The rain had washed the fres h snow all away and the old snow lay in patches among the rocks. It was a rough climb, but at the wid of about half an hour they reached the summit in safety and were well rewarded by obtaining an unbrokert view of the country for mile s around. They could s ee the crbservatnry on Big Bone Island distinctly and were able to t r ace the line of the Lena River far back into the country. It was crowded with broken ice, making se award at fearful speed. Fred saw at once that Big Bone Island Jay considerably to the left of the main part of the d elta, which accounted for the greater thickness of the ice around it, but search as they would they could see nothing of the s econd station Imishoff I s land, nor was the corvette visible. "My theory is that the s e cond station is hidden by thos e hills in front of us," replied Raoul. "We want to work around the m, but to tell the truth this climb has about fini shed up my strength; if I c a n hold out to get bac k to the island it will be all I can hope to do "Sit down and res t a while," said Fred. "I'm gqing in further to that high rock over ther e." "Go on, then. I'll stay here. I just feel as though I could not stir another step." Raoul sat down on a stone while Fred, with Nick at his heels, started for the higher rock some three hundred yards away. Both the boys carried their provi s ion bags and rFed had the rifle slung over his shoulder. They descended into a deep hollow, where there was plenty of snow, and then climbed up the high rock on the other s ide. Here they could look down into a deep valley which separated this hill from anotheT and a higher one beyond it. This side of the hill being away from the sun was thicklv covered with snow. The rain of the night before and the colder atmosphere of morning had formed a crus t all over this side of the hill which glittered like a mountain of s ilver; the ice lay thick on the rock, too, and the bo y s had to be very careful how they stepped. "Look out for yours elf, Fred!" cried Nick, "don't go too near the edg e." "Sa me to you," reto'rted Fred. "I'm all right. Now then for a look down the valley; by gracious, there it i s!" "What? Where?" cried Nick. "The second station! Look the way I'm point ing. Can't you see the observatory?" "That's Big Bone Island.''


10 BIG BONE ISLAND "No, it isn't. Big Bone Island is behind us. You've got turned round." "Who says so?" asked Niok, turning around himself then to have a look in the other direction. It was a fatal movement. Instantly Nick's feet slipped from under him and down he went on his back upon the icy rock. "Oh, Fred! Save me!" he shouted. Quick as a flash Fred mflde a grab for Niclc.'s foot. He got hold of it, but the michief was already done. Dow-n went Nick over the edge the sloping rock, pulling poor Fred after him over onto the slippery crust which covered this si de of the hill. "Oh! Oh! Le t me go! Save yourself!" yelled Nick. H e did not realize that it was all too late. On they flew without meeting an obstruction until they were well down to the valley, when s udd enly there came a drop of some thirty feet down into a deep hole filled with soft s now. Nick plunge d over and dropped into that drift head foremost, Fred instantly following him, but s omehow as h e fell he manage d to turn and went down feet fir s t. He never reached the drift. Suddenly he came in contact with something h ard at which he clutched desperately, hi s body slipping past it, but not until he had got a firm hold. To hi s utter amazement, a s he looked up h e could see the hea'd of a huge beast looking down at him. Apparently it was an elephant and the object at which Fred had clutched and saved himself was one of the enormous curved tusks to which he was now hanging, high above the drift below. CHAPTER X.-Lost. Fred's surprise at find ing himself hanging from iliemammoth's tusk was so great that he lost his hold and went tumblin1r down into the s now. He fell feet first into a deep drift. Luckily he did not go over his head and the fir s t object which m e t his gaze when he looked around was Nick's feet rapidly vibrating in the air" within an inch of hi s nose. It was a case which demanded prompt action. Nick was hopelessly imbedded in the drift and in a fair way to smother if something was not done immediately. It was impos s ible to catch hold and pull him out, but Fre d was not to be stopped in the work of rescue. His hands began working right and .left like a snow plow, and in a moment he had cleared so that poor Nick could take his proper position, head up and feet down. "Oh. Fred!" he gasped, almost strangled. "Oh, Fred!" "Brace up!" cried Fred. "We're alive, anyhow. Look up there and tell me what you see.'; "Gee! An e l ep hant!" "A mammoth. The curved-tusks tell that. See, its hide is woolly; that's another sign.'' There stood the strange prehistoric beast, his hind 0uarters enveloped in the ic e, which fill ed the entire place under the shelving rocks. His head, tusks, trunk and one foreleg projected. It was a wonderful sight and as rare as it was wonderful. Fred went on to tell Nick how similar discoveries had been made in Siberia from time to time, not failing to mention the fossil mammoth in the museum at St. Petersburg;, which was found frozen in the Siberian ice in the same way nearlj a hundred years ago. While talking he was stilt watching for Raoul. Again and again he shouted to him, and Nick, who had a most powerful voi ce; tried it, too. It was all no use, however, and Fred began to grow more alarmed for the young Russian than he was for himself and Nick. "We have got to try to get out of this somehow," replied Fred decidedly. "I don't propose stay here." "Not much. We can't do that, and I don't how We are going to get 9ut of this hole, either." "But we must, Nick. We must break our way through the snow.'' 1 "Which way? This is a regular trap. There are rocks on all si des of us.'' It was a fact. The hole was about twenty feet d eep on three sides while on the s ide where the prec ipic e was it was fully forty. The situation was a puzzle, but Fred went to work with a will, breaking a passage through the snow until they reached the rocks opposite to the mammoth, where, with the greatest difficulty, he managed to 1 climb up to the l evel. Nick had a still harder time of it, but at last, with Fred's help, he succeeded in getting up. The boy s now found themse lves in a long, narrow valley betwee n the hills. There was a good deal of snow on the ground here and it was hard walking, but they started off bravely toward the east, feelinl? perfectly certain that the vallev must end at one of the numerous chan nel s of the Lena delta. Once they reached the rive r Fre d anticipated no trouble in making his way to the boat. They had not gone far, however, before their hope s were for the valley took a sudden turn and they were brought up standing against a wall of rock a hundred feet hih and over. Opening off between the hills to the west was a narrow passage--eanyon it would have been called i!!the far West-which, being followed a short distance, ended abruptly against a similar wall of rock with another passage opening to the ear.t, which, being followed, turned due north foit a short distance, ending against rocks, as others had done, with still another canyon run., ning south. Here Fred halted, his face showing how concerned he felt. "Nick, this i s a bad job," he said; "by the time we get out from amoug these hills we shall be SG turned around that we shan't know where we are, and yet we can't go back.'' '.LI know it. To go back will only land us in 1 that hol e again.'' "That's all. I haven't see n a place where we could climb up to the top of the hills. We have jus t got to go on, Nick.'' "Then let's do it," said Nick, "and the sooner :we know the worst the better, I say.'' There was not much talking as the boys pushed on through the dreary cal)yon. Fre d thought most regretfully of Raoul. He had taken a great fancy to the hands ome young Russian. Should he ever see him again? It began to look doubtful, but there were still more serious things to be thought of than that. Suppose it turned out that they were lost. then? As there was noth ing to do but to keep on, the boys now pushed forward as rapidly a s possible until suddenly they came out into a big round opening among the hills. It was the crater of an old volcanot perhaps or somethinir of that sort. The distanclll


BIG BONE ISLAND 11 was about a auarter of a mile and opening cfff from it were a dozen or, more canyons, like the ewe from which thev had just emerged. Fred 1 turned around, looked this way and that and then \ 4;11 at once exclaimed: <. "Ey gracious, Nick, which one of those canyons did we come out of?" "Blest if I know," replied Nick. "The y all look just alike." "And I never stopped to notice. There's fool busines s for you. We can't get back now even if we want to." ,, It was only too true. For some ime past there had been no snow, and, of course, no footprints had been left .behind them. Filled with a thou sand "tears, Fred hurriedly ran back to what he i;upposed was the canyon out of which they had come. To his disgust he .. found that this break only went about twenty yards into the hill. The next narrowed up to a mere rift at. even a less distance. In the next there was a big boulder directly in the middle of the canyon which Fred could not remember. His face was as white as a sheet when they came out into the old crater again. "Well," exclaimed Nick, "and what are we go in.e: to do now?" "I'm bl est if I know," replied Fred hoarsely. "Are we lost?" J "I guess we are." It was a serious busi ness. Lost in the wilds of Siberia, could the boys ever hope to escape with their lives? CHAPTER XI.-The Cry in the Storm. As they were now pretty well tired out and ravenousiy -hutlgry, they .sat down on a rock and attacked their provision bags before making any further move. "We are lost, of course," remarked Fred, after the meal was over, "but I don't give up. I've been IOoking about while we were eating, Nick, and I think I've made a discovery that will set us right." "What is it?" demanded Nick. "Blamed if I ean see any hope for us at all." "That's becaus e you don't look in the right di rection. Take the glass and look off there.". "The observatory on Big Bone Island!" cried Nick, as soon as he had applied the glass to his eye. "Don't be too sure." "But I see it." "You forget station No. 2. It may be that." "That's so. Do you think "t can be?" ''I'm sure I can't tell. I'm traveling toward Uiat observatory, however. We've got to take our chances of its being the right one." "It's a long way off, Fred." "So it is, but still I think we ought to be able to reach it in two hours' time." The sky was soon clouded over and it had been llteadily growing colder. An icy wind soon came sweeping down upon them, chilling the boys to the marrow, but at the end of half an hour there was as yet no snow. It grew darker and darker. De wind increased to a perfect gale and all at lace the snow began falling in great :flakes as big .. an old-fashioned cent, the wind whirling them 1111 around the two boys with blinding fury, and, what was worse, it soon became perfectly evident that the storm had come to stay, nor did thne seem to be any chance that, like the one of the day before, it might turn to rain. Fred put his arm through Nick's and in silence the two boys plodded on, keeping close to the edge of the bluff which showed no sign of lowering to the edge. "We in a fix now," gasped Nick, after a little. Im playrng out, old man. I don't believe Ishall be able to go on much further." "You mu st," replied Fred. "Don't say it. To stop now is to die." "That's what's the matter. I realize it as well as you do, Fred, but my strength is just about gone." "Hark!" cried Fred suddenly. "Didn't I hear a voic;e calling?" "No, no! It's only the wind." ."No, but I did. It so unded off on the river. I WISh we were down under the bank, Nick. Any how, it would be more s h eltered there." They s topped and listened, but the sound was not r epeated. Just as they tarted to move on they it however, a wild helloing, a human voice nsrng above the> howling of the wind. "TI1er e's no mi staking it this time," cried Fred "but which way it comes from is more than I make cut. Let's trv and get down on the shore Nick. The bluff will afford us some shelter, how." "Who do you think it is hollering, Fred?" asked Nick. s hivering. "Can it be Raoul?" "Maybe. I hardly think so. I don't see how he can possibly be here." "We are here."_ "Well, that's so, and he has had just as much time to get here as we have. How are you going to get down there, anyhow? I don't see any way unless we sit down and slide." "Hello! Hello! Hello!" came the cry again. It .seemed to be right at their feet this time. Peermg over the edge of the bluff the boys were able to see a small boat flying down the river hurried along with the ice cakes by the swift rent. There was a man standing up in the boat waving his hands wildly. "Help! Save me! I've lost my oars!" came the cry in good English; then all in an instant the boat was swallowed up by the CHAPTER XII.-Off With the Ice Jam. "Nick, that was no man. That's a woman dressed in man's clothes!" cried Fred excitedly "Quick! Follow me! We may be able to do something yet." Fred what he was talking about, wild as the assertion seemed. In the momentary lighten ing up of the storm which took place as the boat by,. he had caught sight of a big Jam of ice cakes directly ahead. This, of course was bound to check the advance of the boat deed, perhaps stop it altogether if the ice happen to be wedged in from sliore to shore and the point was to g;et down under the bluff and find out. Fred solved the problem in short order. The side for the bluff was slopinar and he just at dowa


. BIG BONE ISLAND and slid to the bottom, Nick following his example without a moment's loss of time. "Help! Help!" came the cry again through the gloom "Run, Nick! Run, boy!" sh.outed Fred, and they dashed along the shore together. In les s than three minutes they w ere a_breast of the boat. There it was wedged !" great mass of ice, with th'; water dashmg ou slv around itt. The solitary figu r e was still stan.ding up. "Sit down!" cried Fred. "Sit down or you ll be in the water before vou know it. I can get you off of there and I will." "Oh, help me! Save me if you can!" came the answer and the man dropped down in the boat, but knew the voice was a woman's. "I'll bet vou what you like it's ;wife!" he cried. "Stand where you are, Nick. Im go ing out on the ice." ."Oh don't" said Nick. "You can never do it." "I can and' I will. Here goes." "Look! Look! gee that hut down ther e under the bluff!" shoutell Nick, wild with excit.ement at this important di s covery. But Fred did not stop to answer; He had already leaped upon the g;eat mas s of ice cakes which were tumbled every_ pm; sible position. It was a reg.ular ice Jam and for-, tunately it was strong enough to bear. the boy: "I'm going, too; if you do, you bet I am," cneq Nick, following his eKample. Fred did not even stop to answer or look around. He climbed over the ice cakes, drawing nearer and nearer the boat at the risk of his life. The cakes sank under him, twisting and tur;iing, twice throwing him down on hi s face, but he persevere d, while Nick, on the other hand, oecom ing alarmed gave it up and retreated to the shore. He had scarcely put his foot on. solid ground when, looking back, he saw Fred rn the boat. "It's all right!" he shouted "I'm here. I'm going to work ins hore, Nick. Look alive to lend me a hand." He began pulling the boat forwa1d by means of the ice ca1res: cold work it was too, and many w ts the cut he got on the hands from the sharp edges of the ice. Where was the person m the boat? Nick could not se e but all Fred had t? do was to look down at his feet where she l _ay m a fainting condition and unconsc10us. It was a girl dressed in male attire beyond all doubt, and Fred felt sure it was the same person he had seen on board the corvette. Several times he spoke to her, but she diq not She was crouching in the boat all m a heap, with her head resting on her hands. "Run to the hut and s ee if you can't get a line, Nick, shouted Fred. "I'm afraid I can never get ashQJ."e so." Nick started at top speed. The hut was on1y a short distance away; but before he could rei:ch it there came a report like thunder and Nick stop-ped and' looked back with s i;ikiJ?g heart. It was just as he had feared. The ice Jam had sud denly broken. Down .the river the great cakes went sweeping, the boat following them. "Good-by, Nick!" shouted Fred. "I guess I'm a goner this time. Good-by, old man." CHAPTER XIII.-Husband and Wife. It was fully five minutes before Nick Wendell recovered from the shock which the sudden breaking up of the jam caused him. An awful sense of fear s eized him. He was now -alone-lost in the wild s of S i beria, hundreds of miles from any human habitation, unless Station No. 2 could be s o counted-alone-all alone!" Fo{ a good ten minutes he shouted Fred's name a s loud as he could bawl. The wind blew his words down the Lena into the s torm, but no answer was returned. Nick hurried on past the hut, running a s fast as the snow would permit him, calling and calling. After advancing about half a mile Nick decided to give it up and return to the hut. He was so cold that he could scarcely face the s torm. Shelter he must have before hi s strength gave out entirely. With one more despairing shout, which, like the others, brought no answer, Nick started to retrace hi s steps This time he went clo ser in under the bluff, thinking that it would: afford him better protection from the wind. Ha had gone butra short di stance before he suddenly saw traces of footprints in the s now, their direc tion being toward the hut. This discovery threw the boy into a wild state of excitement. "It's Fred. He has he thought, and the thought gave him new strength. He ran forward, shouting Fred's name, but there was no answer. As he neared the hut the footprints grew fainter and fainter and at length disapeared altogether. Nick could not understand it. He saw that thev must have been made some time be;fore and could not po ssibly be Fred's. Who, then, could have made them? Nick hesF tated when he reached the door of the hut, hardly daring to enter. The door was closed and the snow had drifted against t a good deal, but there on the threshold was the print of one foot. "Hello!" shouted Nick. "Hello inside the hutW There was no answer. Nick's curiosity got th& better of his fears. He pus hed on the door, which immediately yielded. One glance s olved the mystery. There lay Raoul on hi s face, stretched out upon the floor, asleep or uncon s cious, or perhaps dead. Nick hastened to shut the door and do what he could for the unfortunate young man. He had a flask of whisky in his p ocket, taken from the stores on the boat and brought along for just such a necessity as this. Turnirig Raoul ov e r and finding that he was still breathing, Nick forced the bottle between his lip s The young Ru ssian half revived and took a s wallow and then another. Nick drew. back tlfe bottle and waited for the stimulant to do its work. This enabled him to glance about the hut. It was a queer place and evidently very old, for the floor was deeply cov ered with dirt and the rough board walls were dark and grimy. There was a rude table, a lonlf.. !bench, one or two ancient looking chafrs pots and kettles, plates, knives, forks, etc., on a dresser which ran along one side of the room. On the other side were three bunks and a rowboat of ancient style lay along under the window at the back. Then there was a door opening into an.:, other room beyond ana the remains of a ladder, which had once led to a loft overhead. The ladder was a hopeles s wreck, a m.ere mas s of rotteq_ wood.


BIG BONE ISLAND 13 Everything indicated that many years had pas sed since the hut was built or had ever been visited. The mo s t interesting thing of all was !. great open fireplace connecting with the clumsy stone chimney which .Nick had observed outside. Tnere was a big pile of rotten wood lying along side of it, which gave Nick the cue to the proper thing to be done under the circumstances. He threw the wood on the stone hearth and s oon had a good fire roaring up the chimney. Then he turned to look at Raoul, and, to hi s great satis fac tion; saw that the young m a n had opened hi s e yei:, and was lookingback at him. "Is it you, Nick?" he demanded "Where's Fred? What 'Place is this ? How did I come here?" Nick flew to his aid and help e d him up into one of the chairs, which he placed in front of the fire. "I w on't tell him about it" he thought. "It will only throw him off into anolher fit-if I do." "Fred's outside," he said. "Tell me about yourself. How did you get here?" "I don't know. I'm sure I can't tell you," replied Raoul, shaking his head sleepily. "I waited for you up there on the hill, but you didn t come. 1 think I mus t have gone to s le e p again. I remember dreaming that I was walking through the snow lookingfor you, but that is all I can remem ber. -I don't know what's the matter with me. My head i s all wrong. I wis h you would give me atiother drink of that whisky. It will do me good." "Take it-take i t all and keep it," replied Nick, handing over the bottle. Raoul took a good drink and was just putting the bottle in his pocket when a loud shout was hear d outs ide. "Hello! Hello the hut! Nick! .Nick! Hello! Hello!" r Nick fafrly yelled, making a rus h for the door. .i, He threw .it open and Fred, all covered with snow, came straggling in, ca.rrying the unfortu nate girl in his arms. Nick gave a joyful shout, which might have been heard across the Lena. 1;:"My wife!" cried .Rao:ul, staggering to his -In spite of her d1sgu1se he knew her. All his strength seemed to return in an instant. He took the unconscious girl from Fred's arms, and, speaking rapid sentences in Russian, staggered to the bunks and laid her down. "Leave me with her for a little while, boys!" he exclaimed. "I've got work to do here. We will J iri our talking.later on." CHAPTER XIV.-In the Hut. "This way. Fred," said Nick. "Oh, I am s o glad!" He dragged Fred into the other room and pushed the door shut, leaving Raoul and his wife a.l;one together. A thousand questions were in Nick's mind, but he did not ask one of them, for he saw at a glance that Fred was in need of at tention as much as Raoul's wife could possibly be. Bis wet clothes were frozen stiff and clung to hiin like boards. He was shivering fearfully, his teeth were chattering, his face fairly. blue with tli_e cold. "Off with those clothes!" cried Nick. "You shall put mine on, or some of them, anyway-hello! A godsend! Was there ever such luck? Whatever we need seems to come right to our hand." It was indeed a godsend. There, hanging against the wall, suspended from wooden pegs, were all kinds of clothes, coats, shirts, trousers1 some made of coarse cloth, others of bearskin ana different furs. There were dozens of them and of various s izes and over in one corner was a collection of queer-looking boots and shoes. Nick felt like calling down blessings on the former occupants, whoever they might have been, for there .were two lives there in the hut which might have been sacrificed but for this luckyfind. The n ext half hour was one of earnest work on both sides of the door. While Fred stripped Nick communicated his great discovery to Raoul and threw him out a good share of the clothes, which were in excelfent condition, for in that cold climate nothing decays. Then Fred got a good rubbing down and a drink from the whisky flask. By the time he was dressed in a warm suit of furs Raoul threw the door open and called them in by the fire. "It's all right now," he siad. "She is warm and comfortable ancj. i s quietly sleeping. Speak low so as not to disturb her. That's my wife, Fred. She has told me what you did for her. I shall neve r forget this. Never! Some day, if we e s cape, you will know what it is to have done this immen s e service to the-.-1 mean to me." Tears.were in Raoul's eyes as he paused abruptly and tumed away. lie had. almost told who he was. Fred never doubted that in the end he would find out that Raoul was the son of some high Russian dignitary. "I did my best, he said. "Let us sit down by the fire and talk it over. -Here is Nick just dying to hear my story. i'll tell it to you both and then I want to know yours." "I'll tell mine first," said Raoul quickly. "As far as I':m concerned it is riothing. That infernal drug has not :11:ot out of my system yet, it seem s and--" "Nick .has told me all that," broke in Fred. "Let us hope that you have seen the last of it, Raoul." "I believe I have. My head is clear now and I am not a bit sleepy. Listen, boys, .my wife's story must be told. You have earned the right to know a part of it, at least. "I am the son of a man high up in the Russian government. Against my father's wishes I married in London a year ago an English aetress, Miss Blanche Rowan. You see her sleeping there, the dearest girl in the world, boys, but my father never forgave me. He would not receive her. He never spoke to me from the day of our marriage Some months ago I was ordered on board the Katherina and my wife was ordered to go wtth me. We did not s'uspec treachery, but it was all a plot to abandon us here. I have no doubt that Captain Demlidorff had orders to put my wife on the boat with me, but he did not do it. After the accident to the corvette, he, with the whole ship's company, took to j;he boats, a,s we know. They succeeded in reaching the second station and are there now, but my dear, brave wife, rather than stay with that wretch and abandon me, watched her chance, put on a suit of clothes furnfshed her by one of the junior officers, and made her escape in an open boat. It was her only hope


14 BIG BONE ISLAND to find me, and although she fully realized the fearful risk she ran, she took her. chances, and, thank God, we are together again, and thanks to you, Fred, my wife's chances of escape from this horrible country are now just as good as mine. I can never repay you-never-never I When I think of what I am and of my father's cruel injustice it makes my blood boil-it makes me ashamed of being a Russian. It makes-but there, boy s You've g-ot troubles of your own. I will annoy you no further with mine. I'm done." "Is your father, the Czar of Rusisa ?" asked Nick suddenly. "Don't, Nick," said Fred. "Please don't." But Raoul never spoke. Getting up he began to pace the ftoor in a most agitated way. "Don't be troubled," said Fred. "Nick shan't bother you with any more questions. If you want my story; boys, it's a mighty short one. I got my arms about the lady when the boat was crushed in the ice and by jumping_ from one cake to another, I at last managed to g-et ashore. Blest if I can tell you how I got her back to the hut. I made up my mind to do it and' I did it-that's all." "You're the bravest fellow I ever knew," said Raoul. "Now, boys, let's drop it all. We are com panions and we muSt make the best of it. When my wife a.wakes not a word. Call her Blanche, same as I do. We'll be boys and girl together and we'll trv and have as jolly a time of it as possible. Is it a .bargain?" The boys agreed heartily and for a long time they sat there by the fire discussing ways and means. Later Raoul's wife awoke quite recov ered. The boys left the pair alone for a while and when Raoul called I.them ,,.in and introduced thein Blanche received them in the sweetest pos sible manner, thanking Fred most heartily for all he had done for her husband and for herself. They became friends at once and before the storm was over, which was not until the next morning, they felt as if they had been acquainted for years. There was nothing in the way of eatables in the hut, of course, but the provision bags furnished them all thev needed and when morning came Blanche took matters in hand and prepared a really creditable breakfast, which they all enjoyed. Raoul seemed to be quite recovered and was full of life ,and spirits. "It's all comingout right," he said. "Some thing seems to tell me that we are going to es cape, but first of all we want to get back to Big Bone Island. What about trying our luck in that old boat, which ought to take us down to where ours was left, if not all the way?" "Big Bone Island it is!" cried Fred. "That's where we belongand the sooner we get back the better it will be for us all." CHAPTER XV.-Trouble Ahead. The storm had now entirely passed away and the sun was shining with .that intensity only known in the Arctic reg-ions. "The river is almost clear of ice," announced Fred, coming in from outside, where he had gone to have a look. "Yes, and the boat is all dried up and must leak terribly," said Nick, "besides, there are no oars.'' "Don't worry about the leaks," replied FrecL "Let's get her in the water. She'll soon swell and I don't doubt will be 'tight enough to calTf' us." \ "You boys get the boat down to the river anlt I'll make a hunt for oars," said Blanche. ;. ,"You won't find them in the back room," repliefl Raoul. "I've looked there carefully." "Nor in the loft," added Nick. "You know I climbed up there this morning. There's nothinic there at all." "Who do you suppose ever built this hut, Raoul?" asked Fred. "It must have been here many, rnany years." "Why, I think there can be no doubt it was built by ivory hunters," replied Raoul. ".It wouldn't surprise me a bit if it was a hundred years old. You see in the last century we Russians did quite a vade in the fossil ivory which. is scattered over here at the mouth of the Lemi. From the accounts I have read of it the winters seemed to be more open then. Lots of vessels used to come here and there were ivory stations all along the coast." "And why did they give it up?" asked "Nick. "I'm sure I can't tell you, boys. I only know what I've read." i "Let's get a move on the boat," said Fredi "We've got to make hay while the sun There's no telling when another storm will strike us. Here, Nick, Raoul, lend me a hand." There wasn't much trouble in dragging the boat down to the shore. When Fred and his compaJl ions shoved the old thin_ginto the water it filled instantly. There was plenty of rope in the hut and Fred had made fast to a iock, so they just let the boat remain where it was until the timbers had time to swell. As they turned to go back t.o the hut Blanche appeared at the door in a state of great excitement. ,1 "Oh,boys, I've made such a discovery!" she cried. "Come and see it!" "Oars?" called Raoul. -l "Yes, oars. Two good pair,'' answered Blancher "but there is somethin_gbetter than that. You. never thought about there being a cellar under the hut, but I did, and I've found the way into it and-but come and see for yourselves." "I suspect it's a store of fossil ivory," said Raoul, as they hurried on to the hut, and this is exactly what it proved to be. Blanche, who }Yas as bright as a button, had discovered a trapdoor under the dirt which ered the floor of the back room and upon raising c it found a ladder in good condition leading down into a cellar which extended under the entire hut.. Here is where the oars were found, and packed in against the walls on all four sides, was an immense iiiilre of mammoths' tusks ready for shipment. it was a find of great value, if the tusks could ever be taken to a market, for althoug h the fossil ivory of Siberia does not com mand the price of the real article, it still has a ready sale. "Just think of it!" exclaimed Fred, as theJ' stood jn the cellar staring about. "There have been hundreds of skeletons robbed to obtaUi these tusks. It's a fortune in itself if one could only get it on board 0f some ship, but, of course,. it is no earthly use to us now." < As the day advanced the boys kept a sharp on the boat, pulling it up m'any times and exam-'


l 9BIG BONE ISLAND 15 I . !fling the seams. At last, about four o'clock, they r })ailed it out, and, to their great joy, found that it t I was quite-tight. rt did not take long to make a 1-itart then. They loaded on the best of the furs, tjiinking they might prove useful, and at a quar-l th to five started down the Lena, making the run to the place where their own boat had been left i'n than half an hour. Now their troubles were practically oveT. Nick took charge of the 9ld boat and the others went into the one belong ing to the corvette and the start was made for Big Bone Island. As he pulled along with the swifbrunning current Fred noticed that Blanche kept looking back up the river rather nervously. "Do you feel afraid of being followed?" he asked, for indeed she had been doing this right along. 1'-"Fred," said Raoul, answering for his wife, "there isn't the least doubt that Captain Demi. dbrff will try to follow Blanche soo ne r or later. / :tcan't understand why he hasn't done so already; :niy dear fellow. The1e is sure to be fighting be fore we are through with this." t "Let it. come," said Fred. "l!m ready." "To fight for us?" "You bet." ""'Ah, but can we hope to hold -out against them? There are a hundred men up at Station NIQ. 2. If you only knew-but I must not talk about my affairs and I won't. TJ:iere is going to lie trouble, I'm afraid." But it did not come during the trip down the river. In a short time the observatory at Big Bone Island hove in sight and the boys pulled aside into the channel which skirted around the island, coming to the place from which they had started out. Here they landed, and drawing the b'oats high up on the shore, picked their >vay 1Hnong the big bones to the station. :.. "Welcome to your new home, Blanche!" cried Raoul, throwing open the door. "It is better th::in the one hut anyhow, poor as it is." "Don't say a word against the hut," rep.Jied Blanche. "If it was a palace I could not re member it more gratefully. We'll make the best elf it here, but now, Raoul, you know what you to do, so you had better do it. at once." She pointed to the observatory and then went into the hut. I "Come, Fred," said Raoul, "we've got to go and spy out the land. Nick, may I leave the fi,re to you?" "Of course," replied Nick. "I'll have it blaz ing in no time. Everything seems to be just the same here as when we left." ""Yes, if it would only remain so," murmured Raoul, "but the trouble is it won't. Come on, Fred ." He opened the observatory door and Fred followed him up into the tower "Let's have. the glass ," said Raoul, pushing aside the sliding sash. "No," replied Fred. "Unfortunately you don't need the glass. There tJiey come!" He pointed off up the river and Raoul gave an exclamation of dismay. Four boats filled with men were shooting down the river. Raoul seized the glass, and, leaning out of the window, took one hasty look. "Just as I thought!" he "Trouble is coming, Fred. There's that scoundrel Demi dOrff in the fo .rward boat." CHAPTER XVI.-Blowing Up the Berg. Raoul was greatly disturbed at the sight of Captain Demidorff and his men. Of course, it was all very well to talk about fight, but when it came to four against fifty or_ more it seeme d rather absurd. "What is to be done? How can we save my poor wife from falling into the clutches of that scoundrel?" exclaimed Raoul, terribly troubled. "Fred, you are full of schemes. Suggest some way." "Is it death to you if Demidorff gets 4ere?" asked Fred, staring at the boats: "It's worse than death. Demidorff has sworn to make Blanche his wife and would kill me to get her into hi s possession again, I have no doubt. He is a most treacherous man and at the bottom of all my troubles.''" "We can fight to the last gasp, but that will do no good, Raoul. I see no way, but to immediately abandon Big Bone Island again, take to the boats, pull up into some of the narrow, channels between the ice and so escape them." "We might as well do the first as the last, for if we do the last it simply means that Demi dorff will take possession of Big Bone Island and we will be left to starve to death out among the ice fields. No, Fred. That will not do." "It will have to do. We can't hold out against that force ten minutes." "How strange the sky looks," remarked Raoul, suddenly changing the subject. "Surely there is going to be another storm." "It will be rain, then," replied Fred. "I wish it would come. If all this ice could be cleared awayat the mouth of the Lena we might see something of the Seal, but there is no use think ing about that. We have got to decide at once what to do, for in ten minutes' time Demidorff will be upon us." "And I can't. decide," groane(i Raoul, pacing up and down the floor. "Oh, Fred, this is a terrible thing! To think that I have brought all this trouble upon that dear girl down in the hut! Oh, why didn't I stay in England, -w.ltere we would have been safe?" Fred could see nothing in alf these useless lamentations. If he had only had himself and Nick to consult, he would have hurried into the hut, loaded the boats with everything valuable which could be stowed away abroad and put off among the ice chl!nnels, hit or miss, but with Raoul and Blanche to think of he did not know what to do. But even while he stood there staring out the window at tlle boats the matter was decided for them for the time being a"t least. As we have explained before, Big Bone Island lay i.n the. mouth of the Len!l, facing a .range of high hills, between two of which the great glacier lay. Beliind was a vast stretch of fiel

16 BIG BONE ISLAND As Fred stood there looking out of the observatory window it suddenly occurred to him that if the iceberg had lodged in the right-hand channel they would never have been able to per form the remarkable journey from which they had now returned, for all communication with Big Bone Island in that direction would then have been cut off. The thought had no more tha!1 crossed his mind when a thunderous report was heard over in the direction of the glacier and a second huge mass of glittering ice came tumbling off, falling .into the channel with a force which sent the water splashing up a hudnred feet into the air. What is that?" shouted Raoul, running to the window. Nick and Blanche came rushing out of the hut, startled by the noise. We are safe for the time being!" cried Fred. "Look, Raoul! It's a new iceberg formed and it has lodged between the field ice and the glacier. They can't get by it." "Hooray!" shouted Raoul, throwing up his hat, "and they can't reach Big Bone Island while it stays there. We are'all right now." Looking off at the boats they could see that the Russians Jrad been thrown into great confu sion. The forward boats had stopped and the others were pulling down to join them. From their lofty percn the boys could look over the iceberg and see it all. Nick and Blanche now came hurrying up into the observatory and joined them and for some tinle all remained watching the boats. At last the Russians turned back, pulled off up the channel and disappeared. It was an immense relief to all our party, and they went down into the hut to enjoy a good breakfast, which Blanche had prepared. The next two days passed quietly enough, the party being housed on account of the rain, which fell in torrents. Although a constant watch was kept from the observatory, nothing was seen of the Russians. The new iceberg seemed to be a fixture and the channel remained closed. Long before the rain was over Fred had determined on his course. "We can't stay here, so we must be on the movE!'," he said to Raoul. "I say let's load up the boats with everything we are likely to need and push on through the channels to the mouth of the river. There we stand some chance of iinding the Seal, and if we can't do any better we can work our way along shore until we strike some whaler. One boat will hold us all and in the other we can stow away provisions enough to last US' for two months at least." This plan was fully discussed during those raihy days. Nick strongly favored it, and so far as he himself was concerned, and so did Raoul, but he felt afraid for Blanche's sake. "You don't want to consider me at all," de clared Blanche, during one of their discussions. "If we stay here no help can possibly reach us and sooner or later we shall have to have a fight with Captain Demidorff on hand." "Yes," replied Fred, "and then there is the weather to be considered. The river may open up still more in front of Big_.Jlone Island and it may not. If we hold on too long and winter catches us it means sure death." "Decided!" cried Blanche. "We will go." Raoul raised no further objection and the next day, which was clear, was spe11t in the loadin the spare boat with the best of everything the hut afforded. "Shall we start at once, Fred?" asked Nick, when the work was at last complete. "I say yes," replied Fred. "If Raoul and Blanche are ready, I don't see any use.,.in de laying another moment." Raoul came hurrying up carrying some articles of. clothing found in the hut which he thought might be useful to his wife, who still wore men's clothes, as there was no way for her to make a change. "Do we go now?" he asked. "I szy yes," replied Fred. "All right, Blanche and I are ready, but hadn'i; one of us better take a look off from the observatory first? No one has been up in some time." "I'll go," said Fred. "You get Blanche into the boat and make her comfortable. I won't be gone a minute." 1 .Fred bounded up the stairs and threw open the wmdow of the observatory, the first sweep of his glass bringing a shout. "The Russians are right here!" he called down. "They are right behind the berg, the whole lot of them. They are doing something in the water-they are going to blow up the ice. He hastily shut the window and disappeared. "It's a torpedo!" cried. Raoul. "We had a of small ones on board, but any one of them is plenty enough to blow that berg to pieces. I'm afraid we are in for it now." The words were scarcely spoken when Fred appeared at the door of the observatory, and, before he was half-way down to the boat a terrific explosion burst over Big Bone Island. The ice splinters flew in every direction and came showering down upon the boat. The big berg toppled over and went sailing down the chan nel, revealing behind it a dozen boats filled with men. CHAPTER XVII.-The Fate of Captai n Demidorff's Crew. Fred did the liveliest sprinting over the bones that he had ever done in his life and in a mo ment had gatiied the boat. "In with cried Raoul. "We've got to go now whether we want to or not. I'm afraid there is going to be a fight before we a1e through." "There's Captain Demidorff standing up in the forward boat!" exclaimed Blanche. "What is that he is saying, Raoul?" Raoul did not answer. Demidorff was shouting out something in Russian. A doz e n or more rifles were leveled at our little party, but there was no firing, as it was perfectly plain that the boats out of range. Looking back, Raoul bur\;t out with a torrent of unintelligible words. as "Fred and Nick pulled for all the_y were WQrth. "Ohl oh! oh!" he exclaimed. "If I only had the power! Never mind! My day may come yet and then-ha! Thev are firing. A waste of cartridges. They can do nothing until tbey nearer. I wish the ice would close on them ancl cut them


BIG BONE ISLAND 17 "Quiet 1 Quiet I" said Blanche. "Don't let them work you up so." "See, their shots don't come anywhere near us!" cried Fred. "I' we can only work around that point of rocks on our right, we may give them the slip yet." Raoul quieted down instantly. The case cer tainly looked very doubtful. As soon as he had made sure that the shots could not reach the fugitives, Captain stopped the firing and the chase began in earnest. The Russian boats steadily gained. Here, where the field ice was lo w there was no chance of hiding. Fred and Nick worked in and out of the tortuous channels as fast as possible, and were rapidly approaching the point of rocks where the high, bleak hills projected out into the Lena delta when all at once a crashing among the ice caies arose behind them, such as they had never heard before. Raoul sprang up in the. boat and looked back. "Heaven help us!" he exclaimed. "The whole field behind the island is on the move now. That's the torpedo's work." "More likely to be the work of the rain," said Fred. "We are in for it. Faster, Nick. Faster 1 Pull for your life! The Russians can't escape, but if we can get under the lee of the point we may." It was an awful moment, but worse was to come. Silence fell upon the whole party-it was no time for talk. Raoul and Blanche stood up in the boat, watching, but Fred and Nick stuck bravely to their oars. On came the vast mass of field ice, loosened at last from its lodgment of many years. "Heaven help those poor people!" groaned Blanche. "They are drowned." Raoul said nothing, but it was evident from his face that he was not wasting much sympathy on his enemies. On came the ice with a fearful roar, the great hummocks crashing and grinding against each other. Captain Demidorff and his men hastily turned out of the field and made for the main channel, trying to follow the path of the iceberg. It was too late, however. In less than three minutes the ice was upon them. It parted at Big Bone Island and the left-hand mass sweeping down upon the boats, ground them t o splinters, while the right-hand pack came rushing down directly in the path of Fred and his friends. An awful yell from many voic es broke upon the air as the Ru ssian boats were annihilated. Bl a nche droppe d into her seat and buried her face i.n her hands stopping her ear s with her :finger s to shut out the cries of those doomed wretches whom nothing could save But Raoul, with the air o f a monarch w ho had ord ere d it all, still s tood up in the boat, looking back unt il the crie s had di e d a way and the las t b oat di s appe a red. "Tha t s ettle s them, he s aid, gri mly "Boys my enemies in Siberia are no more. "And we can say the same for ours elves in a moment," repled Fred, hollowly. "Look behind us! We can never escape!" And indeed it looked so. Not a hundred ya'ds 11eparated them from the vast mass of broken ice which came sweeping down the Lena, with ieafening noise and at a terrific speed. CHAPTER XVIII.-A Race With the Ice. Raoul dropped back into his seat and, without a word, took Nick's oar away. It was time. Poor Nick was badly winded, but Fred still seemed as fresh as when he began. "Is there any hope?" asked Blanche. "There's the bluff. If we can rounct' that be fo!e. the ice strikes us we are probably safe." replied Raoul, calmly. "Fred if I ever do es cape, if I ever do get back to Russia and regain my proper station, don't you think for a mo ment that I shall forget what you two fellows have done for me." Fred made no answer. He could not speak; death seemed very close to him then. Nearer and nearer they drew to the bluff; nearer and nearer the ice came to them, when suddenly a cry of amazement went up from every one in the boat. They could look around the bluff now and there in the open water, under the shelter of the towering rocks, lay the Russian corvette, to all appearance not harmed in the least. "We ate saved!" cried Raoul. "We are saved!" But this was by no means so certain then, although it proved to be the truth. By the most vigorous rowing Fred and Raoul brought the boat alongside the corvette, which was quite a little nearer than what would have been the safety point under the shelter of the bluffs. A line hung dangling down from the ship's ladder, which was in position just as the retreating Russians had 'left it. Nick caught it and made fast. "Let's save the boats if we ean I" he shmrted. "I'll stay down and fasten the davit ropes, Fred." It was bravely spoken, f-0.r the ice was right upon them now, the racket and roar of its. coming being so loud the boys could hardly hear them selves speak. Fred sp:rang upon the steps and turne.d around to give Blanche a helping hand when Raoul lifted her up. In a moment he had assisted her onto the deck of the corvette. "Follow, Nick!" shouted Raoul. "I'll attend to the boats. Let down the davit ropes, Fred. We'll save the provision-boat anyhow, even if we have to let the other boat go." "No, no!" said Nick. "You go.. on. I'll take the job in hand. "Obey!" roared Raoul, in a tone vyhich admitted no dispute and scared Nick so that he went scampering up the adder, more afraid of the young Russian officer than h e was of the ice. Fred flew to the davit and low ered the ropes a little f\trther, thev b eing pretty well down as it was Raoul had scarcely done so when the a'dvance l?Uard of the ice cakes came sweeping around the bluff with a deafening roar. "Hoist away!" yell e d Rao ul, and the boys, a s sisted by Blanche, hauled in on the lines for all they we:i:.e worth. "Hooray!" shouted Raoul, waving his cap as the provision-boat shot up above the ice. He had just escaped. The other boat-it was the old one from the ivory hunters' hut-was ground to splinters in an instant. To be sure, the greater part of the ice followed the main channel, but quite enough of it came sweeping around the bluff to have sealed the fate of the travelers


18 BIG BONE ISLAND from Big Bone Island, even if they had pulled a hundred yards beyond the corvette. For more than an hour the rus h continued and even after that the big cakes still came in isolated masses It was probably the greatest cleaning out the Lena delta _had experienced in many years. Great tree trunks followed the ice, huge fossil bones lay strewn over the cakes. For a long time Fred and his party continued to watch the wonderful phenomenon, but at last they grew tired of it and turned their attention to the corvette. "Don't seem to be so very badly damaged after. all," remarked Raoul. "I wonder how much water there is in the hold?" I'm ashamed of it. Come, Fred, I must get back to my wife." As they came up out' of the hold the two boys had no more than closed the hatchway than both were startled by a loud -cry aft. "Heavens! that's Blanche's voice!" exclaimed Raoul. The words had scarcely escaped him when the cry rang out again. "Help, Raoul' Help! Save me! Be quick!" Raoul turned as pale as death and ran toward the door which communicated with the cabin, closely f ollowed by Fred. "It must have made a good deal or Captain Demidorff .never would have deserted the ship," CHAPTER XIX.-The Corvette Afloat. replied Fred, "but the pumps will tell the story."; It is safe to say that Fred was alm"st as They walked aft first, as the corvette was n).uch alarmed. as Raoul when the cry from the pretty badly settled astern. cabin reached their ears. To, him the coriette "She jg aground, of course," remarked Blanche. was more or less of a mystery, and he could "Certainly," replied Fred. She wouldn't be imagine any sort of danger lurking on board. here if she wasn't. See Raoul, hete is where the' Fretl's idea was that some of the crew had been iceberg struck her. The gua1ds are all carried left behind to guard the ship and had now seized away and everything on deck stove in, but I upon Blanche, but, as. will pr-esently beseen, don't see any ice." this was ver.y far fr. om the truth. "The rain mu,st have melted it," replied Raoul, "We want the rifle," he called to Raoul. "We trying the pump. had better get that first. F'red and Nick lent a hand and found that But Raoul paid no heed to this warning. It the pump threw a pretty big stream. would have been better if he had, for tl'ouble "I'll go below and see if I can't get a measurecame the instant he opened the door which con ment," said Fred. "Will you come, too, Raoul?" nected the forward gangway with the hatch, "I might as well. We don't seem to be in through which they nad jus t come up out of the any immediate danger of sinking. Blanche, you hold, with the cabin. stay here with Nick. We won't be long gone." A wild yell greeted Raoul and a shower of "I'll take a look into the galley," said Blanche. arrowes came flying through the door. Fred, "We've got to have somethi _ng to eat, and although who was a little behind, just caught sight of I have not been appointed to the office, I pro-a number of dwarfish men clothed in clumsy bear pose to constitute myself cook of the Kiatherina." skin co;;1ts and breeches, when Raoul slammed the "No," said Raoul. "Get to your stateroom door shut and shot the bolt. first, my dear. All our things are probably still "Good gracious! it's, the Tunguese !" he excla imthere. I don't like to see you dressed as you ed. "Blanche is lost! Quick, Fred! On d e ck are." We want the rifle, as you say! bh. why didn't "You won't when you come back," said Blanche, I go into the cabin with her! W 12s there e ver blushing, and the boys started for the hold, such carelessness as this?" where they soon made a discovery which raised "You are wounded!'" cried Fred. "Let me their hopes to the highest pitch. manage this!" There was about eight feet of water in theThere was a stone-pointed _arrow sticking in hold, which all seemed to have entered through Raoul's shoulder. He fell back against the pa1tione small break in the side of the corvette, where tion, half fainting, while a great pounding and one of the iron plates had been started by the. kicking began on the other side of the door. ice. "The rifle! the rifle!" gfspedRaoul. He seized the haft of tlle arrow and pulltd "That's the Russians all over!" cried Raoul, in it out of his shoulder with a quick j el'k. disgust. "No Englishman or Yankee would ever. have de serted this craft. Demidorff must have "Never mind me. It's nothing," he ad ded making for the companionway. Fred dashed on lost his head." ahead of him and gained the deck first. It was "It looks so," replied F1 ; ed. "We can easiy apparently deserted. He could see nothing of caulk up that oreak. Then all we've got to do Nick, and although he shouted to him, he go t is to pump out and start the engines going. I no answer. With a sinking heart, Fred made a haven't the least doubt that we are stuck on rush for the provisiop-boat, which still hung sus a sand bank and I should be surprised if we pended from the I davits, for it was there that couldn't back her off in ten minutes' time. he had left the rifle. but who will the engineer?" asked "Courage!" he exclaimed. "Don't give up, Raoul. "I don't know any mo1e about it than Raoul. We will save her yet!" a cat." Instead of answering, Raoul tore the rifle out, "I'm good for that job." of his hand and started for the cabin. "You are?" "There they, come!" shcrnted Fred, seizing a .. "Every time." belaying-pin which lay on the deck. "Good! good! Why was I not born a Yankee? Six.of the curiously dressedmeh scuttling I used to be proud of being a Russian, b,ut now up out of the cabin. They were fierce-looJdna I


BIG BONE ISLAND 19 fellows, with long black hair hanging over their shoulders and no hats. All were armed with bows and arrows and one, who clutched Blanche by the arm, carried a long spear. "Oh, Ra peared when they came on, deck again. The first day Raoul and Fred worked like beavers repair ing the leak in the hold and succeeded in caulking the plate without serious difficulty, Blanche patrolling the deck with the rifle while they worked. The day passed without alarm. Fred watched that night and Raoul the .next, but nothing more was seen of the Tunguese, so they came to the conclusion that these undesirable visitors must have been simply a wandering party who had moved off in some other direction and could never trouble them again. The second day was devoted 'to pumping out and so was the third, for it took two days to do it. As the water in the hold de creased the corvette rose astern, but still remaine"d fast aground. It was Fred's turn to watch that night. Three times he went down to see how Nick was getting on and along toward five o'clock he was just starting for the cabin again when Nick suddenly appeared on deck. "What in the world are you doing here?" cried Fred. "Don't yop know that you are running a terrible risk?" "No, sir! I'm all .right now!" answered Nick. "May not be able to do my share of work for a day or two, but I'm through_ with lying down there in the bunk. By gracious! we have haven't we? Why didnt' you tell me, old man?' "Hooray!" shouted Fred. "Never knew it! We must call Raoul and tell him the good news." It was so. The corvette was afloat, movins slowly away from the retreating shore. CHAPTERXX.-After the Mammoth Tusks. "Hello, the engine room! Breakfast is ready I Ahoy, there, Fredi Didn't you hear the bell?" Raoul pushed his head into the engine-room, where Fred had been working for two good hours, cleaning and polishing, with Nick seated in the engineer's comfortable chair watching him. "Breakfast be bl owed!" answered Fred. "I don't want any breakfast till I have finished this job." "Come now," said Raoul, "that's an insult to my wife's cooking and a piece of downright cruelty to me. Look! It is nine o'clock and I'm as hungry as a wolf. But as to eating without you two fellows, it's not to be thought of. I just won't do it and Blanche feels the same way." "Give me ten minutes more," said Fred. "Agreed. How are you getting on?" "Fine." "Steam all up?" "Yes, sir." "Everything in working order?" "I believe so. Don't want to start the engine going, though,till every part of the machinery has been thoroughly oiled." "That's right. Better be sure than sorry( We are steadily drifting, Fred. Already we are pretty well down the river." "Well, what harm?" "I want to go the other way, that's all." "Hello! What's your idea now, Raoul?" "My idea is to m ake money. Boys, as the case stands with me I can never go back to Russia, and if we are fortunate enough to escape from Siberia


20 BIG BONE ISLAND .. it will be necessary to have something to live on--" "We ha Ye got it right here. How about sal vage?" demanded Fred. "It's ours sure if we succeed in making a port, but, of course, the busines s must be transacted in your name. I can't go into it, so the salvage is yours and I am going to depend upon old mammoth bones." "Nons ense! You are o;ne of us. It's share and share alike, but mammoth ivory is not to be sneezed at. Of course, you are thinking of the hut, Raoul, and I'm with you there, if you think we can work up the channel without running aground." 1 "I don't think there is any doubt about it. 1 don't think there is any channel to consider. I believe we shall find it all open water now." "We shall soon know," replied Fred, who had been steadily working. "There, now;, I'm done. Nothing remains but to start her. Raoul, can you steer the corvette?" "No," replied Raoul frankly. "I po sitively can't." "I can," said Nick. "You must not think of it," said Fred decid edly. "Best thing you can do is to go back to bed." But Nick only laughed and carried his point in the end. As s.oon as breakfast was over the start was made. Nick took hi s place in the pilot house, gave Fred the bell and in a moment the propeller began to grind. "Hooray! we are off!" shouted Raoul, who stood at the bow with Blanche -by his side They were now pretty well down toward the mouth of the Lena and, as it turned out afterward, a good ten miles from Big Bone Island. Nick understood his business perfectly and soon had the corvette headed up the river. After they had been running about ten minutes Fred came on deck to have a look. "Everything is working s plendidly," he de clared. "How about the leak?" "The leak is all right," replied Raoui. "I just tried the pump. There is scarcely any water in the hold. We ought to make the hut in an hour and a half. I wish you could stay here on deck with us, Fred." "That's just what I can't do," replied Fred. "I must get hack right now. It may be all right, but I don't want to take any chances, so good-by." Thus saying, Fred popped down into the engine room again and the corvette moved on up the river, Raoul and Blanche keeping a sharp lookout ahead. Everything had changed. The ice pack had completely vanished, A vast body of yellow, muddy water came sweeping down from the interior of that desolate northern land, where no .civilized man has ever ventt1red. Occasionally ice cakes were mingled with it, but they were few and far between. Nick steered over dose to the right-hand .bank and the corvette kept .steadily on her course until she was abreast of Big Bone I sland, when Nick called down through the speaking-tube and Fred came hurrying on deck again. "There's our old camp, sure enough!" he ex claimed, "and as true as you live the ice has all cleared .-away behind it as far as one can see. :Raoul, it's a noble stream!" "One finest in the world if it would only ,run like this all the year round," replied Raoul. "Shall we stop at the island?" "No. What's the use?" "None, I suppose. Everything seems to be just as we left it. We may as well push on to the hut." As he spoke Raoul turned a powerful field-glass upon the station on Big Bone Island. The door of the hut was closed, as they had left it. There was nothing about the place to show that it was inhabited, but if Raoul's glass had possessed the power of the X-ray and his vision could have penetrated that door a different story would have been told, for he would have seen each bunk in the hut occupied by a sleeping man. Never guess ing this, Raoul put up his glass and the corvette .lilteamed on her wa;y. CHAPTER XXL-About the Boat That Cam1t Out of the Fog. No obstacle was encountered after Big Bone Island, and within half an hour the corvette came to anchor off the hut. It was impossible to get within fifty yards of the shore, and so swift was the current that Fred felt very doubtful about the anchor, although it had apparently taken a prettv firm hold. "I think one of us ought to stay by the steam er," said Raoul, "and that one is you, Fred. If she should happen to give us the slip while we are getting off the ivory it would be a bad piece of business." "Who i s g oing to do the work, 1;hen ?" replied Fred. "Nick is not able to lift even one side of < ; me of thos e heavy tusks and you and Blanche could never get them off alone." "I can do a good deal more than you think for replied Blanche. "You dont' know how strong' I am, Fred. At least I can try." "I'll stay and take care of the steamer," said Nick. "Fred can give me p9ints on the engine room work and if she happens to go adrift I guess I can manage to bring her back all right." A long discussion followed and fu the end it was determined that no move should be made until the next morning, by which time it would be decided whether or not the anchor was likely to hold. There was no darkness now, for the time of the midnight sun had come. At twelve o'clock, when Fred was pacing t he deck on guard, it was as light as at any time during the day. The corvette had swung around and was now heading down the river, but the anchor seemed to do its work perfectly, and when morning came, everything being as it should, Fred and Raoul took the boat and pulled ashore, finding the ivory undisturbed. From eight o'clock until six work proceeded steadily, the only break being for dinner, which was served at one. Boatload after boatload of the tusks were brought off by Fred and Raoul. When the boat came alongside Fred would lfO aboard and, with Blanche, help receive the big tusk as Roul handed them up. Nick was not allowed to touch them and, as they worked persistn


BIG BONE ISLAND 2t ently, short-handed as they were, by supper-time the boys had every tusk on board. The whole deck was ljtterecj. up with those strange curved tusk, gatlireed by the old ivory hunters many long years before. "Wby, it's a fortune!" cried Nick, as he looked around at the heaps of iv'1ry. "If we can ever get them to a market we shall be rich for life." "To say nothing of the salvage on the corvette," replied Fred. "I believe we can do it. I wouldn't sell out my share in this Big Bone Island business for twenty thousand cash to-day." "Do we start to-night?" asked Blanche, "or do we wait till morning?" "What do you say to running down to Big Bone Island and anchoring there?" asked Raoul. "I'd like to have one more look from the observatory." "Why, you don't think that there is a chance that any of the crew of the corvette can have es caped?-" asked Fred. "It might be so. We might see some signal." "In which case we would have to go to the res cue." "Of course. I'm not feeling so savage as I did, Fred. Now that I see a chance for us to escape, ourselves, I don't like the idea of going off and leavingany of my fellow-countrymen behind in this horribly country. Still, I am willing to do just as you say." "Oh, I'm willing enough to drop down to the island," replied Fred. "If we can't find an anchor age there we can keep on going. There's going to be a change in the weather, that's all." "What do you mean?" "I mean fog. Don't you see that big white cloudbank down the river, lying on the water? That's fog and the wind is skifting now; it is going to blow up this way." "So much the more reason why we should be near Big Bone Island," said Nick. "I favor drop ping down there. It must take but half an hour. We can postpoae supper till we get the anchor down again." lt was so agreed. As soon as steam was up the anchor was raised and the corvette started down the river, but by this time Fred viewed the change in their position with a good deal of doubt. His prediction seemed likely to be realized within a few moments. The fog bank was moving steadily up the river. It was an open question if they would be able to find Big Bone I sland when they came abreast of it unless they made quick time. Nick gave Fred the bell and Raoul and Blanche took their station at the bow, as mrnal. By the time the observatory hove in sight the fog was almost upon them. "We had better anchor where we are!" cried Nick, looking out of the pilot-house "Don't you think Ro, Raoul?" "I do. Ask Fred.' Nick call ed down the pipe and Fred came on deck. "We must anchor at once!" he exclaimed, as soon as he grasped the situation. They went right at it and by the time the anchor was down the fog had closed about the corvette so thickly that even the bank of the river, not ten yards away, could not be seen. "That settles us for the present," exCiaimed Fred. "Get down to supper now, you three. I'll go on the watch." "What's the use?" asked Raoul. "We are per fectly safe here. We are all tired let us all go down together. Here in the Lena there is no danger of collision, I'm thinking!" "A ship without a watch in a fog! Never, while I'm aboard!" cried Fred. "Go on! Nick can relieve me as soon as you are through.'' It was no use to argue with Fred, as Raoul un derstood pretty well by this time, so they went below and left him to pace the deck. The fog grew thicker. Fred, as he paced up and down the deck of the corvette, was too good a sailor not to strain his ears to catch every sound. But what sound could there be there in that desolate region, except the rushing of the water past the corvette ? There should have been none and yet there was, for after a little Fred, to his astonishment, detected the unmistakable sound of oars. At first he thought that he must be mistaken but he listened the sound drew nearer and nearer. Fred ran to the starboard rail and peered off into the fog. "Boat ahoy! Boat ahoy!" 'he shouted. There was no answer. Still the sound continued. "Boat ahoy!" yelled Fred again, and at the same instant he was able to perceive dimly through the fog the outlines of a ship's long-boat. To his dismay a man wearing the uniform of a Russian naval officer sat astern and the boat waa filled with men. CHAPTER XXII.-The Nephew of The Czar. i At the sight of the approaching boat Fred lost no time in preparing for the worst. Hastily pulling up the ladder, he rushed into the cabin and rouserl up Raoul and Nick. Loud shouts came up out of the fog as they rushed on deck. Captain Demidorff and his men were hailing the corvette, in Russian. They had done this before Fred ran down into the cabin, but he had made no answer, nor did he now, but looked at Raoul to see what he should do. : "Tackle them fo English, Fred," said Raoul. "I won't show myself until we know what Demidortf has to say." Fred seized the rifle and went bodily to the top of the steps and looked down. The Russians stopped sh.outing and looked up at him with a good deal of astonishment. They had been able to dimly discern the boy through the fog, but until he now appeared before them they had no idea who he was. "Hello! h e llo!" cried Captain Demidorff, in good English. "So it's you, i s it? Young man, in the name of all that is wonderful, how came you on board the Katherina when we saw you crushed in the ice; and how comes it that the Katherina is still afloat, when we left her sinking a days ago?" '.'I can answer all those questions, replied Fred,. quietly, "but how comes it that are alive when I had every reason to believe you were crushed in the ice?"


22 BIG BONE ISLAND "We are all that is left of the crew of the Katherina,'' replied Captain Demidorff. "This one boat escaped and we were able to make Big Bone Island. Let down the steps. We want to come aboard." Captain Demidorff spoke in a most conciliatory tone. The sailors rested on their oars in silence. It we>nld be impossible to board the corvette without the help of the ladder. Fred knew this, so he felt in no hurry-to comply with the captain's demand. ''Wait a minute," he replied. "We want to talk this situation over, Captain Demidorff. I claim sal vage on the Katherina. We found her abandoned and have pumped her out and repaired the leak. The corvette is in my charge. You no longer have any rights in the matter. I am captain here." Captain Demidorff took off his hat and bowed with great politeness. "Just so," he said. "I fully recognize t.hat fact. Let me see, what is your name? I e>ught to remember, but it has slipped my mind." "Indeed, you ought to remember, since you are responsi.hle for my being here,'' replied Fred. "I am Fred Philips, one of the boys you took off the American steamer Seal." "Captain Philips, I salute you," replied the Russian taking off his hat again. "I trust you have no'hard feelings about that little transaction. It was a necessity. I had no choice. Is your friend with you on the corvette ? "He is." "And the prince and princess?" "If you mean my friend, Raoul Letosky and his wife, they are here t.oo." Raoul, who had been holding back, now stepped out into full view, as did Nick. Fred kept Captain Demidorff covered with his rifle as the boys took their at his side: The instant Raoul showed himself Captam De midorff removed his hat and saluted profoundly, as did every sailor in the boat. He said something in Russian and was still talking when Raoul, with an imperious wave of bis hanii, cut him short. "Speak English, you knave!" he cried. "Not a word that my good friends here cannot under stand." "Your highness, I obey your commands,'' was the reply. "I trust you have no hard toward me. It is unnecessary fo:i: me to state that what I did was done by special command of his imperial majesty, the Czar." "So you will say, and I presume it is true, but it does not mend the matter," Raoul replied. "The plot was to kill me and turn my wife over to your tender mercies. Because the Russian law forbids one like you to lay hands upon one of the Roman off family you forced these boys to do the dirty work. Well, you see how they have done? The vengeance of heaven has fallen upon you and your crew, while we have been most mercifully preserved. Captain Demidorff, what clo :vou want with me? Why do you come to this ship?" "Pardon, your highness! Pardon,!" said the captain, most humbly. "It is as you say. We are at your mercy. Would you sail away and leave us in this horrible wilderness to perisb? You have re moved everything from Big Bone Island in the way of provisions. At station No. 2 there were no provisions found. That is why we abandoned it. Ask the princess, your gracious lady, if my words are not true. What then is to become of us, rour bighness? In the name of .h:umanity, I put it to you. If you refu e to let us board the Katherina then let Captain Philips shoot us down, one by one, for we had better be dead than be left on Big Bone Island after you sail away." "Don't refuse them, Raoul," said Fred. "No good can come of it. Let the captain come on board and deliver himself up. We will hold him a prisoner. As for the men--" "Fred," broke in Raoul, "it shall be as you say. The men will not dare to lay a hand on me, but Demidorff must come as a prisoner. I will consent on no other terms." Fred bowed with a certain sense of awe which Raoul perceived. "No, Fred,'' he cried, throwing his arm about our hero's neck. "Don't look at me that way as though I were somethingbetter than you arr{. I am the nephew of the Czar of all the Russias. Mv father was the Grand Duke Ivanoff. I am to be his successor when I come of age, but I had rather be yout friend and go with you to free America than have all the honors my birth can bestow upon me, even if my life was safe for a moment on Russian soil, which it is not. So no change in your manner toward me, Fred. 'fe> you I am only Raoul; now shall we risk this thing or shall we turn these men away and leave them to a living death?" I say let us do the right thing and take our chances," replied Fred, emphatically. "That means take them aboard?" "Yes." "And you, Nick?" "Whatever Fred says goes here." Nick replied. "Captain Demidorff,'' said Raoul, calilng down to the boat, "if you are willing to come aboard as our prisoner, Captain Philips consents to receive you. As for the rest, we will receive them, one by one, search them for arms, and so long as they behave themselves and attend totheir duties there will be no danger, but let. them beware! NQ mercy will be shown them if they attempt to make trouble. Do you agree to these terms?" "I do, your highness. I plead mercy. I am entirely subject to your will," was Captain Demi dorff's reply. "Take no chances, Fred. Keep him covered all the while," said Raoul. The steps were let down and Captain Demidortr ascended and stood with bowed head before the nephew of the Czar. "Search him, Nick," said Raoul. "Demidortr, don't you spake to me; if you do I cannot answer for the consequences." The captain bowen and stood in abjest silence, while Nick made the search, taking from him a revolver and a sheath knife in a handsome case, together with a number of letters and papers, which Raoul promptly took possession of. With Nick's help, Raoul then tied Demi dorff's hand$ behind him. "In a few days, if you behave yourself you may be set free," re remarked, as he took the captain's arm and led him away to the cabin,. where he was 10cked in one of the staterooms. When Raoul returned the men came aboard, one by one. Nick searched each man, but DO 1 weapons were found upon them.


BIG BONE ISLAND 23 "Fred there i:; your clue," exclaimed Raoul, "but, my dear fellow, I_ think you had better let me manage them, smce not speaks a word of English. See that fellow with the big head? He i s the engineer. That helps u s out. Don't worry, they will never dare to rais e a hand against the nephew of the Czar." CHAPTER XXIII.-In Deadly Peril Again "Fred, I wish these fellows had never come aboard. We were g etting along s o well and were all so jolly and comfortable before. So?'lehow I can't feel the same toward Raoul as I did b e fo r e I knew he was the nephew of the Czar." "Don't allow yourself to f e el that way, Nick. I own I did at the start, but I'm getting the be s t of it and it's all non se n s e, anyway. Raoul is the same old Raoul as he was before. I'm sur e he ha sn't change d one bit. He is stern enough to those Russians, but to us he is jus t the same." "That's true enough, but I feel as though there was trouble hanging over us," sighed Nick. "I suppo s e itt is all nonsen s e, but I can't h elp the way I feel." It was morning of the second day after the coming of the remnant of the corvette's crew. The fog still continued and the Katherina remained at anchor off Big Bone Island. The engineer, Michelsky by name, had been put in charge of the engine-room and duties. At night F::ed stood guard till midnight and Raoul and Nick from midnight until morning. Raoul would have gone on duty alone, but Fred would not. hear to it for which Blanche privately thanked him. "I' feel so worried about it all, Fred," she remarked. "I wish these men had never come." But Raoul only laughed at her fears. "As long as Captain De:ridorff is a pris?ne,r there is no danger," he declared. "There isn t one of these who would dare to raise their hand against the nephew of the Cza1." At nine o'clock that mornmg a land breeze suddenly started up from the southwest and in less than twenty minutes the last vestige of the fog had disappeared. Of course, this happy change create d the greatest excitement on board the corvette. "We must start at once," declared Fred. "I think we will make a run for Hammerfest, Norway; it i s the nearest port outs ide of Russia and I think we all agree that we do not want to stick to the Corvette a moment longer j;han we have to." "Right," said Raoul. "I'm with' you the re. Once rn Hammerfest we will place the corvette in the hands of the Norwegian gove rnment and g o straight to N e w York. I want to see Blanche safe. Tha t acc omplished, I shall know jus t wh a t to do." Orde r s were give n the engin ee r to g et u p s team immediately, and inside of half an hou r the Cor vette was unde r way. Fred too k the w h ee l and while Raoul paced the' d e ck, Bl a nch e a n d N i ck remaine d with him in the pilothouse lo oking back at Big Bone I sland until the las t vistage o f the observatory disappeared. Fred steere d w e ll out into the channel and when at one o'clock the y passed out of the mouth of the Lena River they turned to the west and ran along the coast, for Fred still had hopes of seeing something of the Seal. At ten minutes past one the dinner gong sounded. Blanche had retained charge of the table, none of the crew being p.llowed to enter the cabin. "Let us all go down together," said Raoul, coming up to the pilot-house. "One of the crew can take the wheel just as well as not. There is really no danger, Fred." "I think I had better stay here," replied Fred. "It is best fo be on the safe side." "Then let me stay. I can steer as well as you. Fred, you work too hard. Go down and get your dinner; there's a good fellow. I shall enj"oy a quiet chat with my wife alone, afterward. You will really accommodate me if you will do it my way." .Fred yielded to this and turned over the wheel to Raoul. Nick had already gone down into the cabin as soon as Blanche rang the gong. As Fred pass ed along the deck he noticed two of the Rus sian sailors standing close to the door, talking together, and he sternly ordered them aft. They s cowled at him, but obeyed. 'I1here was a certain boldness about the look they gave him that Fred didnot like at all and he hurried down into the cabin, feeling rather disturbed. "Why, where in the world are Blanche and Nick?" he exclaimed, as he reached the foot of the stairs. The cabin was empty. There stood the table with the meal spread upon it, but Blanche and Nick were nowhere to be seen and, to Fred's horror, the door of the stateroom in which Captain Demidorff had been confined stood wide open. The lock had been w1enched away. The stateroom was as empty as the cabin. Captain Demi dorff, who had been released from his bonds the night before, had also disappeared; "Treachery!" gasped Fred, and he turned and made a bolt up the cabin stairs. At the same instant a shot rang out on deck. "Fred! Fred!" Raoul's voice was heard shout ing. Fred bounded on and burst out of the com panionway; only to be confronted by Captain Demidorff, who thrust a cocked revolver in his face. "Stand where you are, Captain Philips!" he said, sneeringly. "Your little day is over. I am master of the Katherina now." CHAPTER XXIV.-Conclusion. If there was ever a braver Yankee sailor boy than Fre d Philips we would like to know his name. Fred's rifl e had been left in the pilot hou se ; he w a s entirely unarmed, for Raoul had the revolver take n from Captain Demidorff, and y e t tho u g h h e f ound him self a t the m ercy of this Russia n s c oundre l, who he f elt must have over come R aou1 in o r der t o get p os se ssio n o f the revolver, Fred i n s t ead of s howing the white feather, had the c ourage and the presen ce of mind to burst out into a l oud l a u g h. "Go o d for you, cap!" h e c r ied. "I adniire your grit. So y o u have mana g e d to get free have you? That's right. I was only waiting for my chance to lend you a helping l :iand-glad you don't need it, old man." "What do you mean?" growled Captain Demi dorff. "Don't think to fool me, boy, with any such monkey business as this. Your friend is tied


24 BIG BONE ISLAND up in his stateroom; the princess is a prisoner in here; as for your friend, the prince, he is wounded and wholly at my mercy, so what about you?" "Whatever you say," replied Fred, coolly. "Let's go on deck and talk it over, cap. If you have captured the corvette I'm on your side every time, and don't you forget it. You are short-handed here and don't want to do up a good man like me." "Come on deck. You shall see how the case 1 stands," growled Demidorff. "You don't seem to comprehend it now." "All right," replied Fred, coolly, and in the face of the revolver he finished his ascent of the stairs. Captain Demidorff stood aside to let hinr pass and that was the time that a Russian officer learned what a plucky Yankee boy can do. As Fred stepped off the stairway, quick as a lightning flash he made a grab for the revolver and l?Ot it, at the same time giving Demidorff a kick in the stomach which doubled him up and sent him sprawling back on the deck. Bang! bang! bang! It takes a Yankee to handle a revolver, and the three Russians found it out then. Before they could lay a hand on Fred he had fired three shots. Every one told. One of the sailors got a bullet under the shoulder, another got it in the hip and the third in the leg. The first two fell to the deck, the thi'rd ran on, only to be felled by a blow in the back of the head, for there was Raoul with his rifie clubbed and the blood all running down over his face. "Fredi Blanche!" he gasped. "Blanche is all right! Look out! Demidorff is en his feet again!" Fred fired and missed, but Raoul, with his clubbed rifle, gave the treacherous Russian a stinging blow alongside the head which sent him back upon the deck, unconscious. Then, for the first time, Fred noticed a steamer just rQUnding a point of land ahead. She flew Old Glory astern and Fred instantly re.cognized her. "The S eal Oh, it's the Seal!" he gasped. "Oh, if I only had help!" "You have it. Here I am, Fred!" shouted Nick's voice right behind him, and Nick himself came bounding up out of the cabin, closely followed by Blanche, who screamed and made a rush for Raoul, who was just beginning to revive. "They couldn't keep me a prisoner!" cried Nick. "They jumped on us in the cabin, Fred, but I slipped my cords. Run up a distress signal. Let Captain Rush know we are here. Seal ahoy! Ahoy there! They see us! They are lowering the boats! It's all right now!" Within twenty minutes from that exciting moment Captain Rush and a dozen men came scrambling upon the deck of the corvette. If it was not all right when Nick, in his excitement, gave that wild shout it was all right then, and as it remained all right for our travelers from that time forward we may as well bring our story to a close. Raoul was not much hurt, the bullet from the revolver-which was one which Captain Demidorfl' had managed to conceal and not the Dne taken from .him-had grazed the scalp, in flicting a painful but not dangerous wound. B'e fore Captain Rush and his men arrived on board llie corvette Fred, Nick and Raoul had secured lDeir :prisoners. The surprise of Captain Rush" and the boys' old shipmates when they listened to Fred's strange story knew no bounds. As there was rather a large crew on board the Seal, six men were detailed to the Katherina and these, with the help of Fred, Nick and the Russian engineer, who was allowed to remain at his post, finally brought the corvette into Hammerfest safe and sound. Captain Rush accompanied them on the Seal. He had given up the search for the missing whaler, which, as it was never afterward heard of, was no doubt lost with all on board. At Hammerfest the corvette was turned over to the authorities, a claim f-Or salvage being entered in Captain Rush's name, the prinsoners being set free by Raoul's wish. This done the whole party sailed on the Seal for New Bedford, where they arrived in due time and without further adventure. Here the mammoth ivory was taken in charge by !l responsible firm and was ultimately sold for a large sum-more than $20,000. Fred and Nick divided this money with their shipmates and Captain Rush and all shared in the salvage on the corvette, which, after all expenses were deducted, amounted to $50,000 more, for the Russian government was forced to pay the cash down before the authorities at Hammerfest would give up the man-of-war. Upon the arrival at New Bedford, Raoul and Blanche went to New York. Fred and Nick expected to join! them in a few days, but before they were ready to start for New York Fred received a letter from Raoul, stating that he had changed his plans and he and his wife had decided to return to Russia, as he had received a letter from the Czar, forgiving him and promising to accept his wife and restore him to his rightful place. After that Fred never heard any more. When he wrote to Raoul about his share of the ivory sale he received no reply. With these large accessions -to their capital, Fred and Nick shortly after bought a ship ana. went into the whaling business on their own account. Fred is captain and Nick first mate. They are still at it and have been most successful in their venture. They are good sailors and plucky fellows and we do not doubt that they will wind up as rich men, but it is safe to say that while there is a whale to be found in any other seae they will never again venture into the neighbor hood of Big Bone Island. 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PLUCK AND LUCK 25 AL, THE ATHLETE, OR, THE CHAMPION OFTHE CLUB By R. T. BENNETT (A Serial Story) CHAPTER I.-The Tramps. Al Adams was the only son of a poor widow who lived in a cosy little cottage in the suburbs of the town of Middlewood. His mother was a dressmaker. His father had gone West some years before to seek his fortune, and as he was never heard of again he was given up for dead. At the age of sixteen Al had developed into a trained athlete, as his taste had always run in the direction of all kinds of sport. He was a manly-looking fellow, with a strong graceful figure, dark eyes, and a good moral character, which had won him a host of friends. The boy was a natural-born leader, and had organized a junior athletic club among the scholars of Claghorn Academy, They called themselves the "Midwood juniors," and made their headquarters at an old boat-house which stood on the bank of the Red River. This building belonged to George Harlow, a wealthy, retired banker who resided on Sunset Hill. As he was a man who approved of athletic sports for young people, he readily consented to let the Midwood Juniors use the building for a clubhouse when Al requested him to do so. Then the fifteen members of the club set to :work and began to fit the building up as gymna sium. Most of them were poor boys, however, and their apparatus was all heme-made; nevertheless, it met all their requirements. With the beginning of the summer Al had got the boys and started a of outdooT sports, in which they took a deep interest. One cpol, pleasant morninl!.' he made his way to the club' and found Nick Marsh, Fred Abby and Ed Turner in the "gym" waiting for him. "Hello, fellows!" was his greeting. "All here?" "You only ordered out we three," answered Nick "What's the programme?" "A four-mile run, then a rest, and after a swim in the river we will head for home for breakfast. Get into your togs." The boys put on their costumes and, locking the door, they went jogging up the road, with AI setting the pace at a rapid stride. The young champion of the club carefully watched his men. "By twos, now!" he suddenly exclaimed. "Nick, you keep pace with me. Your stride. is about the same as my own. Ed, you are laggi!lg. Increase the length of your step at least an. mch moreunderstand ? "All right," nodded Turner, as he" obeyed the order. "Good! Now you've got it. Fred,.don't bend over so far! You can't breathe properly in that 1>osition. Straighten up a bit." "How'll that do?" asked Abby as he threw out his chest. "You're overdoing it now. Run like Nick." Fred looked at Marsh, and seeing how he was carrying himself, he took the same position, and confessed: "That is much better, AI. I seem to get my wind easier, and it isn't so much exertion to get over the ground." "All you fellows are going right now. There is a right and a wrong way to do everything. I want to get you all as near perfect as possible. When we go up against the Mercury Athletic Club in their meet next week, I am anxious for my fellows to 'beat them all to pieces." He referred to a rival club, composed of the sons of many of Midwood's richest citizens, with whom they had contested several times. The captain of the Mercurys was Jim Drew, a spoiled son of the wealthy owner of the big cotton mill down by the river. Both in school and in the field of sports the most intense rivalry had ever existed between Al and young Drew. The latter detested and despised the captain of the Midwood Juniors, for Al had always managed to excel him in his studies and had invariably beaten him in contests of strength and skill. In addition to this the two boys were smitten with the beauty of Jenny Harlow, the banker's daughter, and as she had shown a de cided preference for Hal, it increased Jim's enmity toward him. With the boys all going along at theU: proper stride, and their breathing correctly regulawd, Al felt much easier. "I under.stand that Drew's father has hired a professional coach to put the Mercurys in train said Nick, as he jogged along beside his captain. "That's going to make it harder for us to beat them." For an instant Hal looked dismayed. But he was a plucky fellow, and he rapidly got over the shock, and after a few moments' reflection he answere

26 PLUCK AND LUCK The foilage of the trees lining the road was gliste;ning with the dew, the green velvety grass covermg the fields was alive .with humming insects, and the air with warbling birds. At some distance ahead a big clump of bushes hid a bend in the road, and as the four boys ran ahead Al suddenly .exclaimed: "Halt!" "What's up?" asked Nick, as they paused. "Don't you hear that cry?" Every one listened intently. There was an interval of silence, and then there suddenly came to their ears a distant, boyish voice, shouting in frenzied accents: "Stop! Stop! Do you want to kill me?" The four young athletes glanced at each other wonderingly. They could not see a soul anywhere near, and Al demanded: "Do you hear it now?" "Heavens!" gasped Nick. "Who is it?" "Help! Help!" shrieked the same voice just then in louder tones. This time Al located the so und. It came fr. om behind the bushes ahead, and he exclaimed, sternly: "It's some one in danger and, judging by what was said, he needs our aid. Come on I Hit it up I Let us see what the trouble is, boys." And so saying, he was off like a flash. Up the road dashed the four boys, until at length they reached the clump of bushes, with Al five yards in the lead. As he turned the bend in the road he suddenly came upon a scene that brought a cry of horror from his lips and caused an angry gleam to blaze from hi;; eyes. Two rough-looking tramps had a slender, delicate, little twelve-year-old boy tied to a tree, and were beating him with heavy switches until he cried with pain, while two more ruffians laid on the grass beside a fire looking on. "Oh, please don't kill me!" the unfortunate little fellow was groaning, as the tears streamed down his pale, shrunken cheeks. "I won't ever try to run away from you again; indeed I won't!" "Shut up!" roared the brute who was beating him, and he brought the switch down on his helpless victim's back with savage force. "I told yer as I'd peel ther skin off yer back if yer attempted ter light out, an' now I'm going ter do it-see?" A wild scream burst from the little boy's lips. It was more than Al could stand. His rage was aroused. With one leap he reached the brute and, drawing back his fist, he gave the tramp a blow on the jaw that sent him reeling. A yell of alarm escaped the villain, and his companion sprang aside, while the two on the ground s uddenly arose. "You coward!" cried Al, with flashing eyes. "I _>Vil! give you a little of your own medicine. How did you like that?" "Blast yer !" howled the brute, as he whirled around and saw that he was confronted by only a mere stripling. "Did you hit me?" "Yes, I did!" retorted the angry young athlete, "and, by jingo, I'll give it to you again if you don't release that poor little fellow!" "Oh-ho! Yer will, hey!" snarled the ttamp, darting a wicked glance at him. "We'll see about !;hat. Go for him, fellers!" His three companions poured out a torrent of vile abuse upon the daring boy and made a rush at him. Al did not get excited when he saw the danger -that threatened, but he leaped back and made a motion to his friends. "Each select your man and. tackle!" he exclaimed. The result of this order was startling, to say the least. Do_wn bent the four boys, ahead they shot in a fiy:mg wedge, and as each one caught his man !JY the legs there was a short, quick struggle, and m a moment more down went the tramps! S'! much for athletic practice for just such a contmgency as this. A chorus of yells arose as the rasals struck the and in. another instant each boy was fight mg hke a wildcat to _g-et his victim over upon his face and his arms behind his back. Al made short work of his man. He planted his knees in the small of the brute's back, and as he got a firm grip on his wrist and shoved the rascal's arms upward, a horrible strain came on the man's shoulder-joints, and he yelled with pain. Al pressed his knee on the man's arms and holding them where they were, he pulled his handkerchief and tied his wrists together. Then he sprang to his feet and glanced at his friends. They were all busy as bees, and he ran from one to the other, lending them assistance, until all the tramps were secured. ''Guard them!" was his order, as he ran toward the tree and pulled out his pocket-knife to release the prisoner. /The tramps were furious, and raved and swore at the boys like a pack of madmen. All of them were half drunk, or the little fel lows could never have gained the maste1 y of them so easily. Al cut the rope that bound the boy to the tree and was just about to speak to him, when reeled back and fell to the ground. "Heavens!" gasped Adams, down at hini. "H_ave they killed the poor little chap?" Ed, Nick and Fred rushed over to him with scared faces. The little bpy laid as pale and motionless as a corpse. Dropping down on l1is knees beside the boy Al keenly examined him and laid a hand over' his heart. "Fainted," he.announced to his companions. "Then he isn't dead, after all,'' said Nick in re lieved tones "Fai: from it. Fred, get a hatful of water-from the river, and we will see if we can revive him. Hurry, now!" Away dashed Fred, and when he returned Al bathed the little boy's head, and finally succeeded in bringing him back to his senses. He instantly recalled to mind the of hill former terror and leaped to his feet and attempt;. ed to run away; but Al had a restraining hand on his arm, and said in soothing tones: ..-"Hold onl We ain't going to hurt you, yourigw ster." (To be continued.)


PLUCK AND LUCK 27 PLUCK AND LUCK NEW YORK, APRIL 6, 1927 TERMS TO SUBSCRIBERS Single Copies ............ Postage .lfree 8 cents One Copy Tl1ree Months . . " $1.00 One Copy Six Months........... l!.00 One Copy One Year. . . . . .. " 4 00 Canada, $4.50; Foreign, $5.00 HOW TO SEND MONEY-At our risk send P. 0. Money Order, Clieck or R egistered Letter; remittances in arry other way are at your risk. We accept Postage Stamps the same as cash. \Vhen sending silver wrap the Coin in a separate piece of paper to a"Void cutting the envelope. Write your name and address plainly. Address letters to WESTBURY PUBLISHING CO., Inc. 140 Cedar Street, New York City. FRED KNIGHT, Pres. and Treas. R. lV. l\lARR, Vice-Pres. and Sec. INTERESTING AkT1CLES HAS BATH BEFORE TRIAL Judge Bierney in Chicago, Ill., ordered that Frank Glendon be given a bath before he would try him for picking poc:kets. CLINIC FOR ANIMALS HAD BIGGEST YEAR In the past year, according 'to its report, the New York Women's League for Animals helped more sick and injured and homeless dogs, cats, horses and other creatures than in any previous fourteen years. The report states that 18,381 were treated, an advance of 2,529 over 1925. Free treatment was given 5,449 cases. Homes were found for 1,063 ownerless dogs and cats. TOO MUCH INTROSPECTION Philosophical and psychological studies are leading youths to suicide, it was said in Atlantic City, N. J., recently by Judge Frank M. Trexler of Allentown, Pa., for many years a Judge of the Superior Court of Pennsylvania. "Too. much introspection and not enough concentration on the regular tasks of the day are the reasons for the increasing suicide rate ,among young students," he said. "More attention to the concrete facts of exist ence and less wool gathering speculation on matters that are not vital in their careers, would keep their minds sound." VEG ET ABLES FOR DOGS Having founded a city for dogs in which the canines are taught the errors of their carnivorous ways and a e made to eat only vegetable food, Junia! Sheth, an eccentric Hindu millionaire in Baroda, India, now is bringing out a dog newspaper. The newspaper's policy is tc eradicate the killing tmdency ii:i dogs. . Puppies are given an especially di sh, called shia, made from wheat flour, fried m butter and then s lowly cooked in milk-with a of sugar and salt. The older dogs are given tougher bread and leathery pancakes. To make the village safe from rats and mice, which might tempt the dogs, all the floors have been constructed with cement, 'l'HE PERFECT ANKLE There is no ankle in the world to beat the ankle of the English girl, says A." J. Munnings, R. A., the portrait painter, who is in great demand as a judge at ankle shows which just now are the fad here and there about the country. "The En.,glish woman has perfect ankles straight and true and as beautiful as any on earth, including the Amf'rican girl's," Mr. Munnings declared dter a hall at Norwich. 1Ankle awards are terribly difficult," says the artist. "Judging from the back is best. Ankles which appear perfect from the front are often disappointing at the back. In some ankles which are otherwise perfect the Achilles tendon does not come down gracefully." Improvement in ankles is due to more dancing and more sport and exercise generally, he believes. "Ankles of today are a vast improvement on the Victorian age--but it was very difficult to get glimpse of ankles in the Victorian age.'' LAl)GHS GOT THE MONEY Doctor-"Well, I'll get my money out of old N everpay this time." Wife-"You said you never expected to get a cent for treating hi:qi.'' Doctor-"! will this time. His life was insured. and he's dead." SELF-DEFENSE Piano Manufacturer (hotly)-"Why didn't yos show off that piano, instead of making such hor rible noises on it?" Salesman (apologetically)-"Those ladies live next door to me, and I was afraid they'd buy.'' THE USUAL RESULT Friend-"You took your son into your estab lishment some months ago to teach }lim the busi ness, I understand. How did it turn out?" Business Man (wearily)-"Great Success. He's teaching me now." A LITTLE TOO SHORT Employer-"What do you do with your Satur day half holiday?" Clerk-"Oh, I have a good time thinking where I would go and what fun I could have if it were a whole holiday.'' NO JUDGE OF BEAUTY Artist's Sister-"Oh, George, your work is go ing to be appreciated at last! At the gallery to day I heard Mrs. Highup say you had the prettiest picture on exhibition." Struggling Artist (despondently)-"Mrs. Highup, unfortunately, is no judge. She admires that red-faced, pug-nosed baby of A TRIFLE TOO GOOP Chappie-"! wish to-aw-purchase an umbrella." Dealer-"Umbrella, sir; ye s, sir. He1 e is something just out, sir-ten dollars.'' Chappie--"Oh, not that kind. I've got one of that kind, don't you know. I want something to use when it rains, don't you know."


28 PLUCK AND LUCK "Only Two Tramps" "Ashes to ashes, and dust to dust!" The earth and gravel rattled on the coffin as it fell from the minister's hands, mingling there with the tears of two boys who stoog. leaning over the -0pen grave. This scene occurred in the far-away city of Richmond, and it was into a house in that city t .hat the two boys groped their way that night; they were roughly clad, and everything about them denoted poverty, as did also the two rooms, :which had been their home and their mother's. As the poor woman lay there on the bed, dying, she had called the boys to her side. "I am dying, m.17 darlings," she brokelfly said. "I must leave you, but not forever-no-no; we will meet again-there!" and she pointed up ward with one thin, white finger. "Promise me that, boys." "We promise," was the broken reply. "I am satisfied, then," she weakly said. "When I am dead, the sale of these things will enable you to bury me aecently. That done, you must make your way to Philadelphia. Your father has a brother there who may take care of you; I would not ask him to help while I lived, for he wa,s cruel-cruel to me when your father was alive. He was displeased at your fathei-'s mar rying me; and when your father was sick on his death-bed, and I sent hirp. word, he sent back the reply that he would care for his brother, but not fo'r me. "Your father refused to leave me, and died soon after. Should he not receive you well, there is another brother, Gilbert, who lives on the Hudson River-you will find his address in my pocket book-go to him. You must promise me this, too, -my boys." They could not but promise as required, and an hour later they saw before them only the sense less clay, the cold outline, of what had once been their mother, They had a few dollars left on which to subsist during the long tramp that lay before them. Toiling on, thev reached Philadelphia at last. Being directed to the address they asked for, the twins found it to be a large and stylish house; at the parlor window they saw a daintily dressed young miss, who shrank back with a disgusted look as they mounted the steps. "Only two tramps, ma," they heard her shrilly cry in response to a query of her mother's, just as the man-servant was in the act of opening the door. -"What do vou want?" was the surlilv addressed question. "Don't you know that the kitchen door is the place for such as you to ring?" "We want Mr. Seabrook, if you please," said Ted. "Indeed!" with a sneer. "You dirty vagabonds, what's your business with him?" Ted flashed up, and seeing encouragement in .Gil's blue eyes, rejoined: none of your business!" "What! you young loafe;:s cried the angry servant; and ra,sing his foot, he kicked them down the stoop. In their extremitv thev knew not what to do, and wandered dejectedly through the streets; they heard a man addressed as Mr. Seabrook, and fol lowed him into a bank; it was their uncle. They entered, and inquired for him. He saw them, and coldly dismissed them with a dollar, bidding them never come near him again. But one thing wall left-to visit their Uncle Gilbert, after whom Gil had been named. Trampirtg along wea1ily they reached the busy, noisy metropolis of New York; here they re mained several days, and then started for their Uncle Gilbert's place, some forty miles away. The:v reached the country place, and turning down the road, entered the grounds of a splendid mansion, even as a carriage rolled through the gateway. "It is the gfrl from Philadelphia and her brother!" cried Ted. "It was she who called us vagabonds." And so it was. Thev were cousins. The girl recognized them in an instant, and communicated the fact to her brother. Scarce knowing what to do, the twins halted when thev had progressed some distance through the shrubbery-bordered walk, and threw themselves down in the rear of a summer-house. They heard voices-those of their cousins, who entered the place. "J' says she's nearly worried to death by that horrid dressmaker who made these dresses/ "And here's another dun from m:v tailor." "Ma says pa won't give her any money." "He ain't got it to give," was the rejoinder "what with keeping that big house and three o; four servants, he can't make ends meet, and is getting more deeply in debt all the time. He gets five thousand a year and spends ten. If Uncle Gilbert would only die now, everything would come straight." The hearts of the two listeners turned sick with disgust, though they were but vagabonds, and Gil unable longer to bear it, gave a loud cough. They sprang to their feet, and the girl uttered a shriek. "What is the matter?" asked a gruff voice, as she rushed from the summer-house. It was their Uncle Seabrook. "Tramps!" she exclaimed. "Is that so? Sick 'em, Rollo!" A big black dog nosed around a minute, and then with a low growl made at the twin vaga bonds. With a bound he was on Ted, and would have sunk his fangs in the boy's neck, had not Gil seized the ugly brute by the throat, and choked him off; never once did Gil loosen his grip until, with a convulsive tremor, the dog became a dead weight on his hands, and then he let him fall, stone dead. Old Seabrook's face was purple with passion, and he plied his cane vigorously over Gil's shoul ders. "You thieving vagabond!" he cried. "You dirty loafer! Get out of here now, or I'll have you sent to iail !" Smarting with their blows, for both had caught them, they proudlv turned away, and were lost to sight in the shl'Ubbery. But they did not leave the ground and instead sought shelter in the harp. for the night was close at hand, and a storm was impending. After a while thev fell asleep. They were awakened by a scorching blast which


PLUCK AND LUCK 29 swept across their faces, and jumped up to find the barn on fire. A mass of flame baned theil: wav to the door. They paused one instant, and then dashed' through the flames, reached the open, and bounded outside, gasping for breath. "Catch them!" cried a hoarse voice, and heavy hands were laid on them, while Gilbert Seabrook soundly berated them and sent one of his men. awav for a constable. The barn was doomed, and burned to the ground before the eyes of its owner, and on the charge of setting it on fire the twin vagabonds were locked up. Thev were tried before a squire. The evidence was not very complete, but a case was made out against them somehow-for they were onlv tramps whom it would be idle to have sympathy for-and they were sentenced to jail for sixty days. During the trial thev held themselves erect, and gazed proudly at Gilbert Seabrook, who knew not the relationship he bore""th -em: and the "irasci ble old man once or twice raised his stout cane to give them a good drubbing. The sixty days rolled around, and they were released. "Shall we go, Gil?" asked Ted, as they halted beneath a tree. "Yes," was Gil's reply. "He treated us badly, still it is our duty to save him from being robbed. We can go there and warn them, and then leave." Once more they trudged along toward the mansion, this time with far-different feelings than before: thev now went to do a service to the man who had treated them so badly. Thev followed the railroad track until they came to his grounds. which they at once entered; the ground here slightly swelled, and the viaduct th:r.ough which the rails ran was spanned over by an arched bridge of stone leading to the pjece of ground washed by the river where stood the boat-house. 1 Far a.wav they could hear the faint rumble of an approaching train, and paused on the viaduct's copinS? to see it l?O by. As they stood thus, unseen by them, old Gilbert Seabrook came stumping alone from the boathouse. He was near the bridge when a sight of the two intruders brought him to a halt. On came the train: it rus hed in sight, and the boys .were watching it. Seabrook saw not the train, only knew that thev were there. and with uplifted cane, and eyes fastened on them, he stepped forward, andA wild crv of horror rent the air. They quickly turned, and saw a man falling into the viaduct. Wildly did Gilb ert Seabrook clutch about for somethingto stav hi s fall. and Providence aided him to clutch the coping with one hand. The boy s were above him. "Help me!" pleaded Gilbert Seabrook, turning upwal'd a white, prayerful face; they recognized hi : n instantly, as he did them. On-on the train came rushing: in a minute it would be too late. "Help-help!" he shrieked. as his nervele ss overstrained fingers began "Help me! DO hot de,sert me1" They seized one hand: he raised the other, and that was caught bv a firm grasp . On-on-n_earer-nearer-the whistle shriekinJ? hke .a demon, on-on-the wheels grinding and roarmg, on-on-the hot breath of the locomotive almost fanning their cheeks. A long, steadv pull, while. old Gilbert dug his toes into the rough crevices of the wall and-the train rushe'd by. But it was robbed of its victim, for he stood there upon the coping. "Heaven bleS$ you!" he said, and then, after a g)ance at the danger he had escaped, .he began te> smk. They caught him, and carried him in a faint te> his hom\e. He soon came to, and, taking out his pocket book, offered them money, which they proudly spurned. "Tramps vagabonds make a living by stealing and burnmg barns," said Ted, bittei;Iy. "It's a. you don't have us arrested no:w on suspicion, because we entered your grounds." Gilbert Seabrook's face flushed, as much with. shame as anger. "Forgive me," he said, at last.. "Why came you here?" "We were released from jail this very day. Several days ago we heard three men whose expire to-day, plotting to rob your house tomght. Duty, not affection, brought us here tG warn you." now we will go," said Gil. Seabrook's voice was husky with emotion as ha begged them to remain. I .have done you injustice.'' he said, "let ma repair it: stay, and J:elp protect me, since you. have warned me of this dan.i!.'er of being .robbed "We wili," thev answered, "and then we will go." "Your what are they?" he asked, "you. refused t-0 give them on the trial. What ar they?" "Mine is Ted." -"And mine Gil." "What else?" "Seabrook," said Gil, after a minute's hesitation. "Surelv not mv brother's twin boys?" "The same." Explanations followed, and in less than an hour every servant in the place had his or her orders to respect the boys as their masters. "I should not have been so mad. wheTI I set tha dog on you that day," he said, "only I had just overheard bv chancE:, some conversation betweea my niece and nephew." "Which we also heard." said Gil. "I sent them home the next day," he said dr.,.. ly. "Thev will never come here again!" Neither thev did. Preparations were made, and the three convicts were captured that night and sent back to serv. longer terms . Ted and Gil still live in the mansion by the nver. Both have received good educations and old Gilbert Seabrook dies, they, and the p1mp miss thev saw in window at Phiiadel phia, will come into posses s ion of the broad and "powerful sight" of money.


PLUCK AND LUCK CURRENT NEWS ODOR OF GARLIC !'f the university, was the prospector's Dairymen of Alamance County, Raleigh, North gift to Marks when the student's mother befriendCarolina, continually worried with reports of ed him. onion flavor in the milk that th"ey supply city res i dents, and cognizant of the widespread enthusiasm about, and ignorance of, vitamins have decid ed in a meeting held recently to designate the flavor as "Vitamin 0" and thus place a on the odor of the succulent garlic, writes County Agent Kerr Scott. BATH OR JAIL Asked to choose between thirty days in jail and a bath, Joe "Billybanks" Martin, Orchard Ave nue, San Leandro, Calif., elected "hot water" in preference to the "cooler." Martin, yclept "Billybanks" from the locally accepted belief that he developed the "Billyhanks" Jrish potato, was haled into the San Justice Court upon the complaint of neighbors, who declared that Martin hadn't treated himself to a bath since propagating his new variety of 4'spud" three years ago. Martin accredited his water shyness to the fact that he was once shipwrecked while a sailor on the billowy Pacific. WHEN TO SPANK A simple rule of when to spank and when not to spank was set down by Dr. Daniel A. Poling, Jninister of the Marble Collegiate Church. Dr. Poling also is International. President of the Christian Endeavor. He included his "rule" in an address at the Young People's Conference held in the Waldorf-Astoria, broadcast over the radio. "I do believe in spanking or whipping a child and have so practiced, even as I was so practiced upon. Solomon was right! Some children, and I was one of them, cannot learn to live well witn out it. Others are not helped by it. Study your child and know yourself and never whip, never, yhen you feel like doing it." JURY JOB BORES WOMEN Sex equality has failed in the jury box in Dublin, Ireland, and legislators have drawn up a new bill exempting women from court duty. Unde-r the Constitution complete equality of men and women was established, with identical political rights and responsibilities. But women found serving on juries irksome. Not more than thirty women have served on juries within the last two years, it having been arranged for them to be exempted upon appl:cation, and the Ministry of Jus tice conclude s that the existing law does not justify administrative expenses. ( INDIAN JUG FOUND IN ARIZONA A priceless Indian jug, fourid in the ancient cliff dwellings of Casa Grande in Arizona by an old prospector, has been presented to the University of Santa Clara museum, San Francisco, Calif., by David Mark.c;, a student. The jug, characterized as an "archeological tneasure" by the Rev. Cornelius J, McCoy, S. J., LARGEST OYSTER EVER CAUGHT George Barnes of St; State oyster im:pector recently had m his posses s ion one of largest, if not the largest oyster ever caught m the waters of Maryland. It wal!' caught by Captain William Hunt in Miles ;River, off Long Point, near St. Michaels, Easton, Ind. It measured from one end of the shell to the other, 11 lh inches in length, and was 6 inches in width and weighed two pounds and fourte en ounces. The oyster when shucked weighed one pound. FIVE MEALS FOR BRITONS Alt)'lough t?ey already eat four meals a day countmg the meVItable afternoon tea, Britons are now adopting the custom in England of havin11: a fifth repast .. The new habit is called l eJevensing Not only m the homes of the leisure class but office workers as well, it is becoming the practice to take coffee and a sandwich at 11 o'clock every morning. Tea room proprietors recently have reported an unprecedented rush of patronage at that hour and predict that "elevensing" soon will a national fixture. CO-EDS TO CHANGE HEADGEAR A sex war threatens to break out in a new form in Glasgow University, due to the revolutionary change which girl students wish to introduce .in academic styles. The traditional "mortar board" headgear doesn't sit well on shingled locks and the girls are accordingly agitating for the substitu-tion of the beret. The university senate, however, looks severely on the threatened innovation, fearing if girls start wearing the beret the men may want to follow suit, with disastrous effects to the dignity of traditional university apparel. MONKEY FIGHT 'fhe London zoo was in mourning after the battle of the century on Monkey Hill, in which sh:ty-one apes took part. One was killed and more than a score were injured. The cause of the fight was Mrs. Murphy, widow of Murphy the baboon, who died a few days ago. Because of the short age of monkey wives-there are sixty-six males and only six females among the zoo apes-Widow Murphy was the object of a general rush on tha part of bachelor suitors, who fell out among themselves and resorted to primeval jungle methods to decide who would win her. Unfortunately, the Widow Murphy herself goti mixed up in the melee, and it was she who lost her life. After"the battle the penitent con;ibatanta deposited her body in the Monkey Hill pond.


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For sale by all newsdealers. or will be sent to an::r addres s on receipt of price. toe. per copy, ln money or stamps, by HARRY E WOLFF, Publisher, Inc. 166 West 23d Street New York City PLUCK AND LUCK LATEST ISSUES 1456 Three -Young Guardsmen; or, The Chosen Cham .. plone of the Queen. 1457 A King at 16: or, The Boy Monarch ot an Unkno,,. Land. 1458 You11-g Ivanhoe: or. The Robin Hood ot America.. # 1459 From Poor HousPto Palace; or, A Young Million sire for a Y ear HOO Captain Kidd; or, A Boy Among th 1-ll My Brother Jock: or. The Lazy One of the Family. 1462 The Boy Clift Dwellprs; or, The Mystery of th Enchanted Mountain. 1-!3 Walt Whltn.,y, the Boy Lawyer of New York. l41l4 Old Nlnf't:v-Four. the Boy Engineer's Pride. 146ri The Tlmherdale Twins; or, The Boy Champto Skaters ot Heron Lake. 1466 The Ro:v From Tombstone; or, The Boss of a "Bad'" Town H67 Rob Rollstone: or. The Boy Gold Hunters of tll Philippines. 1468 Driven 1ntn the Street; or, The Fate of an Out cast Boy. H69 Across the Pncitlc In a Dory; or. Two Boys' Trip to China. 1470 Youn" Cnilmus: or, The Adventures of Lafayette' Cbamnlon. 1471 The Ro y Rherlll'; or, The House That Stood Oa fhp J.ine. 1472 'l'be J,lttle Rrd Fox: or. The Midnight Rider of Wexford. H73 Dick. th+' Helf-Breed: or. The Trail of the Indlaa Chief H74 Tbr Nihilist's Son; or, The Spy of the Third Sec tion. H7ll The Star AthlPtfc Club: or, The Champions ot ill Rival Schools. 1476 The A herilren Athlrtlrs; or. The Boy Champion of the CPntury Club. 1477 Lett On 'l'!'l'nsure Island: or. The Boy Who Wu Forgotten. 1497 The Black Magician and His Invisible Pupil. 1478 Tone y. the Boy Clown: or, Across the Continent With a Circus. 1479 The White Nine; or. The Race For the Oakville P<'nnnnt. 1411() The Dlscardr d Son; or, The Curse ot Drink. l481 Molly. the Moonlighter; or, Out on the Hille ot Irelan ii. 1482 A Young Monte Cristo: or. Back to the World For Yengrance 1483 WreckPil ln An Unknown Sea: or, Cast On a MYI tnlous Islanc1 l484 Hal Hnrr of Harvard; or, College Lite at Cam bridge. 1485 DauntlPss Young Douglas; or, The Prisoner of tb. J sle. 1486 His Own Mn stPr: or, In Business for Himself. 1487 Tbr Lost Flxpeilltlon; or, The Citv of Skulls. 1488 Holding His Own; or, The Brave Fight of :Qob C arte r 1489 The Young Mounted Policemen. (A Story of New York City.) 1490 Captain Tb.under: or, The Boy Treasure Huutel'll of R ohher's Reef 1491 Across thP Continent in a Wagon. (A Tale of Ad v enture ) 14112 ::llx YPnr s 11 ::lirierla; or, :moo Mlles ln 8earcb ot a N amr. 14113 The Slave Kihg; or, Fighting the Despoiler of th Oc Pan. 1494 A Man in the Iron Cage; or, "Which Was the Boy?w 1495 wit h Rtanl e y On His LRst '.l.'rip; or, .Em!n Pasha',J. Rescue. 1496 Appoint P d to West Point; or, :Fighting Hie Owli W ay. 1408 In thP Phantom City; or, The Adventures of Dick Daunt. 1499 The J\fail Maroon: or, The Boy Castaways of the M alay Islands. 1 5 00 Litt l P RPcl Cloud, the Boy Indian Chief 1 501 Nobooy' s S on; or. The Strange Fortunes of a ::!mare Boy. 1502 Shor<' L i n e S a m the Young Southern Engineer; or, R ailroaclin g in War Time s. 1 5 03 The Go l d Q ueen; or, Two Yankee Boye In Never N e v e r Land. 1504 A P oor Irls b Boy; or, Fighting IDS\ Own Way. For sale by all newsdealera, or wUl be 11ent to aJl7 address on receipt of price. Be. per copy, In money el! postage stamp. WESTBURY PUBLISHING CO., Inc. 140 Cedar Street New York Ciq


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