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TREASURE OF THE SEA BY (f-yCTttM YttUI. folcat* TQE^oiunx inua ru: Adrift on a raft for four days, Dick Jordan is almost unconscious from imager and thirst when he scoops a few shrimps from the water and re gains his Interest In living. He had been on a steamer bound from a South American port to the United States, In custody of Hen Pettigrew, who was returning him to prison. They became separated when the steamer sank. Dick's lifeboat went down and only he sur vived. Dick sights a sail on the horizon. The ship comes up and takes him aboard. Captain of the dirty little ship is Tucn, an evll-looklng halfbreed. The others of the crew are Carlbs. Dick fears they are little better than pirates. CHAPTER II Dick concluded that he would be a hard customer to deal with, and it would be much better to court his friendship than to provoke his en mity. Black Burley, the mate, was near ly as tall and powerful as the skip per, but his black shiny face and swarthy limbs proclaimed the pure Carib Negro. While he was eating and drink ing, Captain Tucu grunted and broke the silence. "Where'd y' drift from?" he asked gruffly, his words singularly free from the taint of his black ances tor's dialect. "From the City of Bahia ? wrecked four days ago," Dick re plied, wiping his mouth. "Struck something in the storm, reef or an other ship, and went down in half an hour. Four hundred people aboard?men, women and little chil dren. I was in the last boat that left her, and we capsized?Glory I it was awful I" He closed his eyes an instant as If to shut out the memory of it. When he opened them again, Cap tain Tucu was asking eagerly: "Anythin* left? Lots o' wreck age from a steamer floats." "Nothing but the small boats," re plied Dick, "and they were filled with people." The half-breed nodded his head and muttered something to his mate in a dialect that Dick could not translate. "Where was this steamer?" de manded Tucu, turning suddenly to Dick. "What latitude?" Dick Jordan shook his head. "I don't know. I'm not a sailor." The skipper's face clouded with disappointment, and an ugly scar across his left cheek showed red, mottled with white. Dick did not like the looks of it. "Carib renegades," he reasoned to himself. "Sea scavengers?half fishermen, half pirates. They'd kill me without batting an eyelash if it suited their purpose." He glanced past the semi-circle of black faces and he saw the wide, heaving, limitless sea. The shock of being adrift upon it for another period awkened his mind from its dull lethargy. He had to stay aboard the lugger until they reached shore or met another ship. He smiled craftily, and spoke slowly. "Wait a minute, captain! Come to think of it, I'm wrong. I heard the wireless operator calling for help and giving the steamer's posi tion. I'm something of a wireless expert myself. It was?it was?" He hesitated and cocked his head sideways in the attitude of one re calling something that eluded his memory. "I got it," he added a moment later. "It was North lati tude 13?and 80 or 81?yes, that must have been the longitude?80 or 81." To Dick's surprise. Captain Tucu broke in abruptly: "The Roncador Bank!" Black Burley nodded his head, and rumbled: "We can make it in five hours." From One Danger Into Another t Roncador Bank was a mystery to Dick. They seemed to know where that was. Perhaps, after all, that was the explanation of the queer ac cident. The City of Bahia had struck the reef in the night of the storm and foundered as a result of it. "If I can make myself of service to them, they will keep me," Dick mused to himself. "Therefore, I must make myself indispensable. But how?" "If I sail with them, I'll know too much?find out things they'll want to keep secret. Therefore, I'll be no better oS in the end than now. They'll never put me ashore. On some dark night, I'll disappear, un less?" His mind stopped abruptly. He was jolted out of his reverie by the shadow of the skipper in front of him. When he looked up, however, he was smiling In spite of the shock. "You rescued me in the nick of time, captain," he said pleasantly. "Another hour in the water, and I'd been done for. I'm mighty grateful." Captain Tucu nodded, but made no comment. Dick felt that his fate was hanging by a slender thread. The indecision on the oth er's face was menacing; but the smile never faded from Dick's lips. He continued easily; "When we get to the spot where the steamer went down. I may help >bu find rorrefhiir; of value." Tns captain's face grew sudden ly greedy and eager. "What'e that?" he demanded, stepping near er. "Smuggling, you know," Dick went on, feeling his way carefully, "isn't a lost art. It's still prac ticed." He winked and grinned, with the intent of simulating special knowl edge. Tucu stepped closer and scowled, but behind the scowl was an eager expectancy. "Y'was smugglin'?" he demand ed, thrusting his face close to Dick's. "That isn't a fair question, is it, captain?" laughed Jordan. "If I confessed to it you could?could? oh, well," he added, shrugging his shoulders, "I guess you wouldn't ar rest me?not if we divided the stuff!" he winked again, anxious at heart but on the surface smiling and complacent. Would the man fall for the bait? The skipper was eyeing him, half in doubt, half in eager expectancy. All the avarice of his nature was in The skipper was eyeing him, hall in doubt, hall in eager expectancy. his eyes. But he was slow and crafty?not child-like as his hall Carib brothers. "What is it?" he grumbled, check ing his impatience. "Why specily?" retorted Dick, half rising. "It's enough that"Tt's valuable?a rich haul." A gleam ol anger shot from the other's eyes. To pacify him, Dick added: "I picked them up in South Amer ica at a big bargain. If I get them in the United States, they'll be worth ?worth?well, I can't get them through. The City of Bahia's gone to the bottom. So, of course, the jewels were lost, too." Captain Tucu interrupted with an oath. "Y'left 'em aboard!" he growled. "Y' didn't have sense enough to save 'em?" Dick's Proposition Interests Tucu "Hold on, captain! If you're go ing to cuss me for a fool, I'll shut up, and you'll never get a sight of the jewels. I said they'd., gone down with the steamer. Wouldn't that be the natural conclusion of . their own ers when they heard of the founder ing of the City of Bahia? For all I know every mother's son aboard, ex cept me, was lost. You couldn't - expect me to save smuggled goods under such circumstances, could you? That lets me out as an agent for?for?" He smiled craftily, watching the expression of the half-breed's face and eyes. He was following him? nibbling at the bait. Dick drew an unconscious sigh of relief. "They didn't go down then?" snapped Tucu. "Ye?ye?got 'em?" Dick chuckled at his eagerness. "If I had them," he said easily, "you could take them. There's all I brought away with me." He pointed to the collection of the things from his pockets he had spread out in the sun to dry. The I skipper scowled in perplexity. His face assumed crafty suspicion, as he turned upon Dick with an ugly leer. "If y'know where they are," he said slowly, "ye'd keep a whole skm by tellin' me. I ain't wastin' time talkin'. Y'know where they are?" "Sure, captain?or pretty near it," wniled Dick impudently. "I put them overboard with a string at tached to 'em?and a float to the end. Reckon I could pick up that float." He grinned, allowing time for the information to sink in the other's brain, and then continued, glib ly: "It's an old trick, of course? old as smuggling?but it generally works. I had 'em ready to chuck through the porthole when we reached the Jersey coast?expected to get the signal some dark night from a motorboab Easy, wasn't it?" Captain Tucu waa glaring at him ] with greedy eyes, his flat nostrila dilated to their full expansion. The mottled complexion of his face changed like the shifting of a cha meleon. "When the steamer struck," add ed Dick lightly, glancing seaward, "my first thought was of those pre cious gems. If left in the stateroom they'd go down with the steamer. If chucked out in time there was a chance to salvage them. So," nod ding, "I let "em go." "Where was this?" asked Tucu, struggling to appear calm. "Near the Roncador Bank?" Dick laughed, a bit insolently, and shrugged his shoulders. "I won't tell you, captain," Dick continued quietly, "unless we can come to some sort of a bargain." "What bargain j' want?" asked the other slowly, checking his an ger. "Half Interest?ho, three quarters. You should be satisfied with that." "An' if not?" "You don't get anything. If I'm killed or found missing suddenly the ...ill ?m.i- . -1 ,Ui-? t jwwsa i?uiatu * tJlaJ U"<'( IVI the fishes." " "We could find the float by cruls ln' around," replied the Carib, smil ing craftily. Dick laughed again. "Not In a year of Sundays," he replied. "You don't think I'd make that float so anybody'd spot it, and pick it up? I'm too old at the game. I'd give you ten chances, captain, if you were within fifty feet of it Why, a float that looks like a fish or bird or even a jelly-fish could pass you a dozen times without exciting your suspicion. Dick could see that his bait was swallowed now, hook, sinker and line. Captain Tucu became sudden ly amiable. He grinned good-na turedly. "We'll go shares," he said. "Is it a bargain?" "Sure, if you play straight?one quarter to you, and the rest to me? no double-crossing." "Never double-crossed a friend," was the purring reply. "Come in the cabin an' talk about it. Mebbe we get those jewels afore night." Later that day one of the Caribs forward called attention to some thing on the horizon. Tucu seized a pair of old sea-glasses and in spected it in silence for a few mo ments. Then handing them to Black Burley, he grunted: "What d'ye make out o' it?" The mate gave a short squint, and exclaimed: "A schooner ? wrecked!" "Yes, it's a derelict. We can pick her up before dark." Dick, listening and watching, drew a sigh of relief. If they had discovered a floating derelict, they would sail out of their course to overhaul her. That would give him a respite of a few hours, or perhaps another night and day. He heard with pleasure the or ders to alter the course of the lug ger to bring her in direct line with the derelict. Captain Tucu and Black Burley were aroused to keen excitement. A derelict on the high sea might mean much to them. If abandoned hastily by her crew, the pickings might be of great value. There was the cargo to consider, if not water soaked and ruined; and the personal belongings of the crew and officers, if in the excitement of leaving they had not taken them away. Finally, there was always the possibility of salvaging the hull, and towing it into some port to sell to the highest bidder, if the original owners didn't make a-stiff offer for it. Derelict Schooner Changes Plans Altogether, it was not an unprofit able business. It paid sometimes better than out and out piracy. At such times the sea scavengers kept strictly within the laws. They knew the laws of sea salvage by heart. When the derelict finally assumed definite shane to the naked eye, Dick became absorbed in studying it. She was not waterlogged; neither was she battered and broken below decks. Most of the damage seemed to be in the sails and rigging. This fact had not escaped the keen eyes of the skipper of the lugger, and the nearer they approached the more promising appeared the prize they had picked up. Then came a sudden guttural cry from one of the crew, followed by wild gesticulations and a pointing hand. There, standing in the rig ging, waving and nodding at them, was an old man, hatless and nearly shirtless, with bushy whiskers Sop ping up and down in the breeze. At first they could hear no sounds com ing from his lips, but with a slight change in the wind the voice car ried to them. For the most part it seemed like the wild, incoherent gibberish of one demented. "Ahoy there, mates!" it called. "What ship is that? Don't recognize her! Never mind, come aboard! This is the Betty of New London?sound of timber and fast of heels?makin' twenty knots an hour. Come aboard if y'can catch us! Throw me line while I luff her?quick now!" Tucu and Black Burley stared at the man in silence. Then they glanced at each other, and. reading each other's thoughts, nodded, (TO bz cosrnxuzD) JJJJWHI|MpR0VED?,-^-Ull,? UNIFORM INTERNATIONAL Sunday i chool Lesson By HAROLD L. LUNDQUIST. D. D. Of Ths Moody Blbla Institute of ChlcsgO. Released by Western Newspaper Union Lesion for November 17 Lesson subjects and Scripture texts se lected and copyrighted by International Council of Religious Education; used by permission. PAUL MINISTERS TO THE THES8ALONIANS LESSON TEXT?Acts 17:17; 1 Thessa lonlans 1:2-0. MEMORY SELECTION?Be not weary In welldoing.?n Thessa lonlans 3:13. A great city, commercially active, religious to a high degree, a military center and a harbor so fine that it is important to this day?such was the city of Thessalonica. It presented a challenge to the preachers of the gospel and, in the name of Christ, Paul accepted and won a great vic tory. In the face of persecution, bitter and persistent, the believers in this city remained faithful. The reason for that appears in our lesson. Root ed and grounded In Christ, they had brought forth the fruit of real Christian living under circumstances tvhiph uioro Hiffiraill an/1 trvmu Our lesson tells of both the preaching of the gospel by Paul and the living of the gospel by the Thessalonians. I. The Gospel Preached?Accept ed and Rejected (Acts 17:1-7). Paul began his long and success ful ministry in Thessalonica in the synagogue. It was to the Jews who worshiped the one true God that he came with his message about their expected Messiah ? Christ the Lord. Here he estab lished a strong church. What was the message which so signally succeeded in this great strategic center? Well, it was not (as some modern preachers in large cities seem to think nec essary) a series of social, politi cal, or literary discourses. Paul preached Christ. He reasoned with them and presented the Saviour (v. 3) as One who was 1. Dead for our sin. These people were like us in that they needed a solution for their sin problem. Without the death of Christ there Is no salvation for any man. Only through the shedding of blood can there be remission of sin (Heb. 9:22). Paul had no part in the folly of a "bloodless gospel" ? as though there were any such gospel. 2. Raised for our justification. It was not enough that Jesus died, marvelous as that is in our sight. For many a man has died for his convictions, but none has risen from the dead. Christ could not be holden of the grave. He arose the victorious Redeemer. 9 Flort] o ro/4 ??% Ka (ha Phviol Ua w ? w wv uic vuiiot. liv is more than a man, more than a great leader and an earnest teach er. He is God's anointed One, him self divine?and our Lord. Some believed (v. 4), including many devout Greeks, and not a few of the leading women. The gospel does have life-giving power as the Holy Spirit applies it to the hearts of willing men and women. Others opposed (w. 3, 6). Note that they were "of the baser sort." They always are, even when they appear to be cultivated and edu cated, for there is something funda mentally wrong in a life which re jects Christ. It was a serious charge they made against the Christians (v. 7), for it was treason punishable by death to have any other king bat Caesar if one lived in a Roman colony. But the thing which they hated worst in these Christians was the I fact that their topsy-turvy world was in danger of being set right (they put it the opposite way, v. 8), ; and they did not want to be made right. It is interesting to note that these early preachers had divine power to turn over the social order. Would that we showed more of that power in the church today! Accepting the truth is good, but it must go on in daily living. The Thessalonians knew that and they are models of * II. The Gospel Lived ? Followers and Examples (I Thess. 1:2-8). raui, me missionary, was a cour teous preacher. He recognized the faithfulness of Christian brethren and did not hesitate to commend them. We could do more of that when we meet true and faithful be lievers. They were followers of Paul, but only because he followed Christ (v. 6). His power was from above (v. 5), even as they also were chosen from above (v. 4). Following Christ meant affliction to them (v. 6), but it also meant the joy of the Holy Spirit, which is entirely independent of the circum stances of life?and above them. These Thessalonian believers were examples of what it meant to be Christians. Wherever Paul went their faith toward God was rec ognized and he did not need to ex plain or argue for his gospel. Peo ple knew the Thessalonian Chris tians, and thus they knew real Christianity. There could be no finer witness to the faith of anyone than to be able to bear testimony that it is an example?a model?to which others may look and net go astray, i Do we dare to measure our Christian Uvea by such a standard? liaJtom* *)rOWH Repotte* |i> WASHINGTON I By WoJtw Stead I WWCm*?M WMU Wtthiattorn Bureau Mi Era St.. jr. IT. # Remtval of Prteo Controls Moans Poopls 'Surrondorsd' tpROM THIS vantage point in the 1 nation where the objective re porter can view with detachment the unravelling pattern of the na tional picture, there often comes the urge to cast aside the tenets of fac tual reporting and to write just that which wells up within . . . the con victions which form . . . the cer tainties borne into our conscious ness by the revelations which can be seen here in Washington as from no other place in the country. For centered here, usually with clashing but crystal clearness, are the aims, desires, machinations and connivances of the many facets of our national economy . . . individ ually and collectively dashing them selves in conflict against the one bulwark set up for the protection of the masses of the American peo ple . j . the federal government. When that bulwark gives way, then the people of America give way ... for our federal government IS the people. And this reporter be lieves sincerely that the people and the government have surren dered, in the recent meat crisis, to the same forces of reaetioo . . . to the same princes ef privilege who brought about the cataclysmic depression of the MMs. *uw UU1UCIM.C . , . U1CU W C WC1C a land of plenty but the forces of reaction had robbed the people of the means . . . the money with which to buy food and commodities. Today we are a land of plenty, with money bulging the pockets of farm ers, of workers, of most everyone, but the forces of reaction took away food and the commodities upon which to spend it. Either way the people suffer. Artificial Shortage That this meat famine was delib erately manipulated is proved by the fact that the day after controls were forced off, stockyards over flowed with beef and hogs and sheep at record high prices. The short sighted farmers who participated in this conspiracy, this "strike" against price control, will not gain in the long run. As meat goes up, prices of other farm produce likely will go down and most surely prices of the commodities that farmers buy will rise and stay up for some time. The national administration, with the overwhelming support and con sent of the people, determined upon a gradual and orderly conversion from war to peace in the process of adjustment . . . and this spirit of orderly change was Intended to give every citizen a better oppor tunity within his own limited means and economy to enjoy the h?tt#r thinM th* hivh?r ttanHarfi of living. It meant waiting a while for those things, but the waiting would have been worth while. All of us, citizen and business and industry, chafing at the re straints of a war economy, were Im patient to cast them off. High war profits and high war wages had sharpened our appetite. The wise leaders counselled more patience? Just a little longer government con trol until supply could catch up with demand. But here in Washington everyone could watch the picture forming . . . the pattern changing ... for with clever propaganda the forces of reaction began undermin ing the firm foundations of our na tional will No white shirts, no auto mobiles, no nylons . , . no this and no that . . . and with more guileless publicity, the blame, at first tim idly, then more forcefully, began to be placed upon price control. And the people fidgeted and chafed. Many patronized black marketa. Stocks were hoarded, goods were purposefully held from the retail market. Finally came the meat famine. Clever propaganda symbol ized the meat shortage as emblem ' atic of all shortages. Everybody high and low wanted to "get theirs." - Selfish and Cynical "Meat, give us meat" ? the peo ple took up the cry, as if a belly full of meat would bring to them all the materia) goods they had so long been denied. 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