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THE NEWS AND THE HERALD, KLAMATH FALLS. OREGON
Madman's Island
l BY NARD JONES Copyright 1937 NEA Service, inc.
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CHAPTER XI
JJELITA and Priscilla were too
cusiraciea over xnc aisappear
nu ance of Kay to enjoy the compar
. .. ativc luxury of the "Mistral." Vet
they were grateful for the cool
Vi t water from her tanks, and the
strengthening coffee and sand
wiches Tom Forrest served up.
"You don't have to worry," he
assured them. "Grant is right. If
we don't scare up your friend
around here we'll start out after
i the cruiser. And don't forget that
, this little white tub will make 12
or 13 knots."
"How will we know where to
follow?" asked Priscilla.
"Don't worry," said Forrest eva-
n'n sively. "We'll find her. Every-
thing is going to be all right. Do
you girls feel the need of some
shut-eye? There's a comfortable
i caDm a" that's all ready."
Neither Priscilla nor Melita ex
pressed any desire to sleep.
"Good!" exclaimed Tom For
rest. "I'll show you the good ship,
then."
As some people judge them, the
"Mistral" was not a big yacht
but she was husky and ample, a
64-foot pleasure vessel that made
the little "Chinook" seem modest
Indeed.
"She's a private boat," Tom
Forrest explained, "owned by an
old man who's like the old lady
who lived In the shoe. She had so
V..T- many children she didn't know
wV what t0 d0 11113 oli feUow has
.v; so many yachts he doesn't know
J what to do so he chartered this
one to the university. Mac and
Grant and I had her last summer,
v too. She's all fitted out for the
study of static oceanography."
1 "Static what?" asked Priscilla.
J "Static oceanography," Tom
,Ik igrinned. "If you tell me you
'know what it means I'll be dlsap-
t " pointed as all get out."
"Well," said Melita for both of
them, "we don't."
"That's the study of the physi
cal and chemical properties of
water. This boat is ideal for our
i-.f . work, because most of the space is
available for equipment rather
;- than living accommodations. She's
got a high speed Diesel engine
in.', with plenty of soup that's why
V i . we passed you so easily that day."
"I remember," said Priscilla
meaningly.
"Furthermore," went on Tom
enthusiastically, "she's got an
oceanographic winch driven by a
separate motor."
"Not really?" Melita smiled de-
i . . spite her worries. There was
' 1 " something about Tom Forrest's
enthusiasm that was deeply ap-
. '.. pealing.
He nodded. "Sure. - And the
. winch has two drums one of 'em
carries 5000 feet of steel wire for
mm handling heavy apparatus that we
p put on the bottom. The other has
w 1 18,000 feet of bronze wire. That's
what we use to make soundings
jt with, or let down little containers
to get samples of the bottom or
5 take the temperature of water at
m various levels."
m
TOM FORREST told them much
more about the work of the
"Mistral" and her crew, and be
fore many minutes had elapsed
the girls found themselves genu
inely engrossed, almost forgetting
the disappearance of Kay.
But when Tom had taken them
from stem to stern of the boat,
explaining its apparatus and oper
ating some of it for their edifica
tion, they discovered that several
hours had passed with no word
from the rescue party in the
power tender.
"I'm worried," Melita said.
"Your brother and Mr. Harper
ave had p
the island."
"Sure." agreed Tom lightly.
"They've probably run onto some
thing." "Then why aren't they back?"
"They'll be along soon." young
Forrest insisted. Calmly lighting
up his pipe, he began to tell them
of tlie cruise in the open ocean
which he had taken with his
brother and Grant Harper last
summer. Apparently oblivious to
the fact that Melita and Priscilla
scarcely listened, anxious to get
their minds oft Kay Dearborn and
the events of the past two days,
he talked fast and furiously.
It did not work. At last Melita
sprang to her feet, hands clenched
tightly. "I can't stand this wait
'nzl Why cr.n't we so a'hor? r '
try to do something? How can
Priscilla and I even be sure that
your brother and Harper are look
ing for Kay?"
"Because they said they were
going to," mentioned Tom Forrest
quietly. "If you like, we can go
up on deck until they return.''
Somewhat ashamed of her out
burst, and considerably subdued
by young Forrest's gray eyes, Me
lita agreed.
'THEY had not long to wait be
fore they were rewarded by
the faint sound of the speed
boat's motor. The three stood
anxiously by the rail as the rhyth
mic purr grew into a roar. Then
Melita's heart sank as she saw
that the approaching boat did not
carry Kay Dearborn. A single fig
ure was in the boat, and that one
at the wheel.
"Grant's not aboard," said Tom
in a puzzled tone. "I wonder why
he stayed.on shore?"
Priscilla's voice was choked.
"Something's happened to Kay.
I'm I'm sure of it!"
"Nonsense, Miss Dunn. Let's see
what news Mac brings."
They were at the rail only an
other minute or so before the
sleek, fast speedboat drew along
side. Cutting the motor and stand
ing up, Mac Forrest tossed a line
to his brother and climbed ex
citedly aboard the "Mistral."
"Where's Grant, Mac?"
"I don't know."
"You don't know!" exclaimed
the trio at once.
"No more than you do. He had
me stand by at the north end of
the island while he went ashore.
I was to start along the shore in
an hour if he didn't show up. But
when I followed his instructions
there wasn't a sign of him. I went
up and down the east side of the
island three or four times, but no
luck. So I came back here to see
if you'd seen him."
"We haven't," Tom told him
grimly. "I think we'd better have
another try."
His brother nodded. "I did see
the 'Chinook.' She's moored off the
other side of the island. But
there's nobody aboard."
"Then Kay's on the island!"
Mac turned to Melita. "It looks
that way. And my guess is that
Grant must have found her. And
. . ." His voice trailed into si
lence. "Go on," pleaded Priscilla.
"Well, I figure he must have run
into her kidnaper, too. Otherwise
they'd both have put in an ap
pearance before this."
Tom Forrest leaped into the
speedboat. "Come on," he said.
We've got to find out!"
(To Be Continued)
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