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Trp Top Tesued Weekly—By ye fy Subscription $2.50 ner year. LIBRARY. Seeond Class Matter at the N. Y. Post Ofice. Srneer & SurTH, 29 a S., NV. I Entered Aceording to Act af neni in he] Fear 1896, in the Office of the Librarian of Congress, Washington, D January 2, 1897. Yol. 1. FRANK MERRIWELL IN THE SOUTH SEAS; No. 38. Price Five Cents. ’Eihhe Cast For Life. By the Author of ‘FRANK MERRIWELL.”’ CHAPTER I. SAVING THE FIRST OFFICER FROM A SCRAPE ‘‘Yand on the port bow, sir!’ These words came in hoarse tones from the lips of a sailor who stood in the ex- treme forward angle of the fo’c’sle top. Behind him, on either hand, were an- chors lashed to the deck. — Before him was the upper end of the steamer’s cutwater. | Thirty feet below him hissed and bubbled the calm waters of the Yellow Sea.as the City of Glasgow plowed across their surface. The sailor turned his back to the cut- water as he spoke, and having made his announcement, promptly faced about again and kept his eyes peering steadily for- ward. An under officer, who stood on a bridge just above the level and aft of the fo’c’sle top, stared hard over the port bow a moment. Then he turned his face astern. and eried : “Tand about three points a-port, sir!’ Higher aloft and farther aft the first officer faced the main bridge with two sailors as companions. For nearly four hours these five men had been on duty, keeping watch of the vessel’s course. It was almost sunrise, and the fog that had made the night doubly black was be- ginning to lift. Indeed, it had already risen from the surface of the sea, and hung in a dense cloud hardly higher than the steamship’s funnel. Speed had been redded during the night, for all bearings had been lost. The sun had not shone at all the day before, and so no Ghessyasion could be taken. The officers knew that they were ap- proaching Formosa, of whose coast are many islands too small and unimportant to figure in ordinary maps. It was only a few minutes before the lookout’s cry that the engineer had been signaled to go ahead at full speed. “T fancy we should not be far from Ajax Island,’? remarked the first officer to one of the sailors on the bridge. “So I fancy, sir,’’ was the respectful reply. | The officer paced two or three times the length of the bridge and then came the warning cry of ‘‘Land a-port!’” EOMNICLDOS SS) (CO