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TEE YELLOW TRAFFIC
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the coast to the authorities, so it reached Allen's ears, and he immediately set a spy on Tom, who was taken a second time while he lingered an instant to load his pistol.
At Ebbing Cove the schooner landed. Down the gang-plank, hastily flung, the smugglers rolled their human freight, none too gently, be it said, in barrels, crates, rough bags, and the guard in waiting listened in vain for the signaling shot. The minutes passed — the landing was gag all but made, 1 when, swift and Jj sharp, the shot
rang tance like
out, a disan d
away, so many arrows sprung from their bows, the men shot from their places of concealment. It was confusion in that hour — smoke and shots — and strange oaths — and blood, spluttering and choking — and hardy victories won by the guards. And, finally, t h e succumbing of the
smugglers to the quicker wits and steadier nerves of the coastguards, who had wanted them so long. A great success, however, is not won in an instant. The shore battle was no sooner finished than the Caroline put out to sea, with Allen on deck and Captain Rawley and his crew below. Followed a pursuit that has marked the North Bell Light and Ebbing Cove as places of history; and, finally, the struggle on the schooner deck, that left it stained with hard-spilled blood for all time and rid the coast of Edward Allen,
ON THE BELL-BUOY
the secret leader of the desperate band of smugglers.
Six months later, the sun shone brightly over the soughing tides. On the porch of the Rawley home, free and clear from all financial stress, Alice and Tom were united in holy matrimony. They had helped free the coast of its ugly stain — t hey had captured a b a n d of the most desperate smugglers operating — and the Government had acknowledged it.
One strange wedding gift came to them, as strange as it was beautiful and significant. It was a miniature wireless apparatus wrought in silver, with each steel pole and cluster of wires shaped in delicate filaments. "Who could have sent it?" Alice asked, rum ning her fingers over its tracery.
"I can only guess," said the proud groom — "it's from the Government, Old Uncle Sam, and it's sent in appreciation of your services in those dark, terrible days." "There is something that travels farther and quicker than a wireless," she said. And as he leaned forward to kiss her, a voice came to them.
"And they didn't smuggle the
Chings in, for all their boasting,"
Jim was saying, face aglow as he
reminisced to the wedding party.
Tom drew his hour-old bride to him,
and his eyes were tender-soft
"But they did smuggle in," he whispered, "a heaven full of happiness— for you — and for me."