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Title: The Lost Warship

Author: Robert Moore Williams

Release Date: May 28, 2010 [EBook #32563]

Language: English

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The Lost Warship

by ROBERT MOORE WILLIAMS

[Transcriber Note: This etext was produced from Amazing Stories January
1943. Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that the U.S.
copyright on this publication was renewed.]

[Sidenote: Jap bombs rained down, there was a tremendous blast--and a
weird thing happened to the _Idaho_]

CHAPTER I

The sun came up over a glassy, motionless sea. In the life-boat, Craig
arranged the piece of sail to protect them from the sun. He hoisted it
to the top of the improvised mast, spreading it so that it threw a
shadow on the boat. There was no wind. There had been no wind for three
days.

Craig stood up and swept his eyes around the circle of the sea. The
horizon was unbroken. As he sat down he was aware that the girl, Margy
Sharp, who had been sleeping at his feet, had awakened.

"See anything, pal?" she whispered.

He shook his head.

Her pinched face seemed to become more pinched at his gesture. She sat
up. Her eyes went involuntarily to the keg of water beside Craig. She
licked her parched, cracked lips.

"How's for a drink, pal?" she asked.

"A quarter of a cup is all we get today," Craig said. "Do you want your
share now or will you wait and take it later?"

"I'm terribly thirsty," the girl said. She glanced quickly back at the
others in the boat. They were still sleeping.

"How about slipping me a whole cup?" she asked, her bold blue eyes fixed
intently on Craig's face.

Craig looked at the sea.

"They're asleep," the girl said quickly. "They won't ever know."

Craig said nothing.

"Please," the girl begged.

Craig sat in silence. He was a big man with a great thatch of black hair
and hard gray eyes. He was clad in a pa