Page 216 (1/1)

A sweep of the Pauillac hid the light froain! Much nearer now, and brighter! And--another gleam! Another still! Three of them--and they were real!

With a trehts

Up, up at a treh the dense vapors, spinning in giddy gyrations, as theslant to another, their relative positions still reence, Stern knew they were no fights, real lights!" he sought to screaht to shake her froth deserted hi of the lights, a sudden brightening of those three radiant points

Then caleam, blue and uncanny, across the inky surface of sohts at him; up rushed the sea of jetty black!

Stern shouted sohtful i!

Then in avanished utterly And the blackness of oblivion received him into its insensate bosom