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Hazlett laid before Captain Stephens the full story of the mysterious loss of his young charges. The face of the old naval officer grew grave, and for some moments he turned away and engaged in thought before he spoke. Then he turned sharply to his executive officer. "Call in the boat crews, sir!" he commanded. "We move station within the hour!"
She not only had to watch for foes from without, but she was also the guard set over the restless "invisible" upstairs. In spite of her vigilance, Hazlett and Leeman would slip off into the woods and wander for hours. Hazlett was a fine-looking young fellow, overflowing with good nature and social feelings. The prison life was appalling to him.
Do you want me to blow your village off the rocks? Come, now, speak up, my good fellow, or you'll mighty well wish you had!" Suddenly Mr. Hazlett uttered an exclamation and sprang toward one of the natives who carried a rifle in his hand. "That gun belonged to Jesse, the son of my neighbor Wilcox at Valdez!" he exclaimed. "Tell me where you got it, and how!"
"The little beggars!" said Mr. Hazlett, smiling for the first time in weeks. "We may get them yet." "Get them? Of course we will!" growled Captain Stephens. "We'll have them aboard by this time to-morrow. Their camp isn't more than seventy-five miles from here at most."
No smoke issued from the roof, and not the slightest sound was to be heard. No boat appeared at the shore of the lagoon. The Aleut chief threw himself on the ground and began to chant. Mr. Hazlett kicked open the door of the hut and pushed in, searching the half-dark interior. Only the whitened ashes showed a former human occupancy.
"We'll skirt the island in the opposite direction from that in which the youngsters probably went," said he, turning to Mr. Hazlett. "We'll have to stop at every cannery and settlement, and the boat crews will need to search every little bay and coast." "You talk as though you hoped to find them," said Mr. Hazlett, catching a gleam of courage from the other's resolute speech.
Cummings, crack on more steam or they'll beat us to New York! Why, dash my eyes, Hazlett, you old woman, didn't I tell you you couldn't lose those boys?" The gentleman whom he addressed smiled rather crookedly but could find no speech. The whistle of the Bennington roared out three times in salute. At once the distant dory came about and laid a long tack to intercept the course of the cutter.
Finally they reached the mouth of Eagle Harbor, near the entrance to which the boats discovered yet another camp-fire, probably marking the limits of another day's journey of the young voyagers. "Plucky little dogs plucky!" grumbled the captain. "They're not old women like you, Hazlett! They can take care of themselves all right!" The interpreter stepped up.
A. J. Mitchell introduced a resolution for an amendment in the house; Z. J. Forman in the Senate. Senator Robert Hazlett arranged a legislative hearing at which every seat was occupied, with people sitting on the steps and sides of the platform and the large space in the back part of the room filled with men standing. Dr. Harriet B. Jones made a short address and was followed by Dr.
Edward W. Hazlett of Wheeling; Mrs. I. N. Smith, Mrs. Harold Ritz and Mrs. A. M. Finney of Charleston; Miss Harriet Schroeder of Grafton. The organizers, who often were speakers also, not elsewhere mentioned, were Misses Adella Potter, Eleanor Furman, Alice Riggs Hunt, Lola Walker, Josephine Casey, Lola Trax, Grace Cole, Eleanor Raoul, Mrs. C. E. Martin, Mrs. W. J. Cambron, Mrs.
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