Motion Picture Story Magazine (Aug 1912-Jan 1913)

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A NATION'S PERIL 79 tain Porter. The look in her eyes had never been more haunting, nor her smile more wistful — the expression of one who broods over a pit of tortured men, but can give no succor. Suddenly a long, low launch steamed out from shore, and plowed a tumbling furrow straight for the Capes. With shaking hands, she brought a added, pointing to the elaborate keyboard, "has but to be pressed to cause five hundred pounds of dynamite to explode under her. Its explosion would rip the bottom from the heaviest dreadnought afloat." "Thank you," she said, barely audibly. ' ' For what ? " he asked, smiling. "For my supreme moment," she ANNA SUCCUMBS TO THE TERRIFIC DETONATION marine glass to bear on it. Yes, there were Mikailberg and Gnedich crouched in the stern — the last move in their mission accomplished at last. ' 'Nothing could illustrate better the position and exactitude of the mines," said a low voice beside her, "than using that launch as an illustration. In five minutes her image should cross a fine mark on the glass of this theodolite— that mark means mine number two, and key number two," he said, irrelevantly, it seemed to him, and he turned away to adjust an obstinate azimuth. She set down the glasses gently, and stared thru the lenses of the theodolite. Nothing met her look but a circle of little, dancing whitecaps. She glanced toward the keyboard to fix the location of key number two indelibly in her mind, then back to the theodolite again. A tiny strip of white — a moving ob