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THE POWERS OF THE AIR.
had taken a sudden resolve, he turned and reeled off towards the beach. He was maddened by drink and aflame with the thirst for revenge. He wovdd pay old Winters out for this, and his daughter too, damn her !
He found the lighthouse boat on the beach, pushed her off, and sprang in. Drunk as he was, he
all. You may scream as much as you like. Your father won't hear this time — no, nor Xed Redmond won't neither."
He laughed like a maniac, and, with a sudden rush, had her in his arms, crushing her to him, his hot breath on her face.
She kicked and fought with the energy of despair. He put up a hand involuntarily to to ward off a blow, and she
' ' Your father won't hear this time.
could row straight enough, and soon he had reached his destination and was scrambling over the rocks to the lighthouse. Alice was lighting a tiny hand-lamp when the man burst into the room. There was only just oil enough for that, and by now the great lamp ought to have been lit. She did not iit first notice anything wrong with Francis.
Oh, Jim," she said, with relief in her voice, what a long time you've been ! Did you meet father? He's gone to look for you. You'd better light the lamp at once."
Damn the lamp," cried the man.
There'll be no lamp lighted here to-night."
Alice looked at him with eyes full of fear,
retreating towards the door which led up to
the lower.
"Why, Jim," she said shakily, " what'.s — what's the matter ? "
Matter ! There's nothing the matter. You and I are alone in the lighthouse, that's
broke away, flung open the door and rushed up the stairs into the wireless room, directly below the lantern chamber. She locked herself in, and stood a minute or two breathing heavily. Then she opened a drawer and took out a revolver.
The sight of the wireless apparatus gave her an idea. She could signal for help. In frantic haste she tapped out a message to Ned Red mo ad.
"Lighthouse 21," he read. S.O.S. —
S.O.S.— S.O.S ! "
As she sent the message a tremendous blow on the door struck terror to her heart. Jim Francis Mas trying to batter the door in. It could not long withstand such blows as that. Well, she would be ready for him, but there was another message to be sent first. She had remembered the " Carolia." The great liner, in the absence of the light, might go on to disaster. With a fervent