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From: "Christopher Heuer" <[email-masked]>
Date: Thu, 25 Jan 2018 14:51:51 -0500

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Friends coming up river in boat flying yellow flag. They had on board a large yellow flag with TEMPLE CAMP on it, and Roy thought of this as being the best means of identifying the boat for anyone who might be watching for it along the shore. Three times they flashed the message, then hurried back to the boat and chugged out, anchoring140 in midstream. The course of the river is as straight as an arrow here. The lights in the small towns of Milton and Camelot were visible on either side; tiny lights flickered along the railroads that skirted either shore, and beyond in the distance twinkled the lights on the great

flats, but Roy, making a megaphone of an old newspaper, asked if a flash message had been received there. After much shouting back and forth, he learned that the searchlight had been seen but had been thought to be from one of the night boats plying up and down the river. It had evidently meant nothing to the speaker or to anyone else there. Roy asked if142 they would please ask the telegraph operator if he had seen it. Hed understand it all right, he said, a bit disheartened. But the answer came back

try scout pace, Im getting winded. The searchlight which had been an important adjunct of the old Nymph had not been used on the Good Turn, for the reason that the boys had not run her at night. It was an acetylene light of splendid power and many a little craft Harry Stanton had picked up with it in his nocturnal cruising. Peewee had polished its reflector one day to pass the time, but with the exception of that attention it had lain in one of the lockers. Reaching the boat they pulled the light out, connected it up, and found to their delight that it was in good working order. My idea, said Roy, now all excitement, is to flash it from that hill, then from the middle of the river. Of course, its a good deal a question of luck, but it seems as if

bridge at Poughkeepsie. Were right in the steamers path here, said Tom; lets hurry. Roy played the shaft for a minute to attract attention, then threw his message again and again into the skies. The long, bright, silent column seemed to fill the whole heaven as it pierced the darkness in short and long flashes. The chugging of the Good Turns engine was emphasized by the solemn stillness as they ran in toward shore, and the splash of their dropping anchor awakened a faint echo from the neighboring