Larry Dexter's Great Search; Or, The Hunt for the Missing Millionaire

s he moved off through the rain toward the li

ent. "I am the purser's wife. They made me come first. Me and the baby," and she

usband will bring the passenger list with him. I woul

movement, held out a b

they?" L

my country, but they do not such things as this! Go to wrecks t

first across the waves," repli

the answer, as if t

uld let me telegraph these na

ip did not last," the purser's wife said, with a catch in h

accident or a wreck are the names of the saved, or the dead and

felt she must be suffering from the strain she had undergone. In a short time they were safe at the station,

hen she was warm and comfortable, as she saw Larry busy sc

ome paper?" Larry

at

opy these names. I must hurry to the telegraph

tory of what had taken place, including a description of the storm, and the saving of the only

about finished. "There's that passenger who came ashore on

e on a raft, for, in the confusion of the breaking up of the ship i

out later,"

ary story of the wreck, having obtained many facts from the purser's w

go?" asked Mrs. Needam. "I've got lots-read

ul lack of something in his stomach, and the co

t off for a tiresome trudge over the wet sand. As he was leaving, several men, who had been brought ashore from the ship, came to the station. From them Larry learned that part of the ship was likely to last until al

along he came to a little hummock of sand, from which elevation he could look down on the beach and see the crowd gathered about the breeches buoy. Out on t

thought Larry. "I wonder if

tes, and the figure

's on? But I guess I haven't any time to stand here wondering. I've got to beat him to the telegraph of

t in first, was enough to discount or "take the edge off" a better story

ht sight of Larry, and recognized him in spite of his o

d. "I'm on the Scorcher a

ry, they interchange common news, Larry was in no mind to share what he had with Peter. His paper had gone to the trouble to send him down in good season, a piece of forethought wh

ime!" he c

train, and I walked about five miles to find the wreck. I'm going to the t

don't want anything to do with you." He had never fo

t it," remarked Peter.

s place to offer to be "friendly"

Larry. "I'm in a hurry. You'll ha

back my job on the Scorcher after they laid me off for getting beaten, and I've got to make good. But never mind.

y on. Whoever reached the office first and "filed his copy" would have the right to the wire. Larry resolved that he would win in the race, even as he had wo

. The only sound was the patter of the rain, an

y recalled that Bailey had told him there was a short cut by keeping to the railroad track, and he tu

ad a good story safe in his pocket, and he was pretty sure Peter had only a garbled account, for he could not have go

ettlement of fishermen's houses-a small village-but it was nearly deserted, as most of the inhabitants had gone to the wreck. Larry saw a building on which was a sign

ou!" he cried as he sp

fell. He was up again in an instant, only to see Peter entering the office. Larr

e stumbled into the office

espatch to the New York Scorcher. I

the young man in charge o

er, sitting down to a table, and beginning to dash of

or. "If you have any press stuff to file let me

econd," Peter replied as he

must have copy in order

his hastily written account of the wreck, including the list of passengers. "I'll b

irst!" angril

g of the despatch first that counts, not who gets here first. I'

ng to telegraph that, when the operator began on Peter's, the Leader