Little Hollis Pifer, 6, and his mother started on a trip one evening last week. At San Francisco they boarded the S. S. San Juan. Next night, Hollis's mother told him, they would be in Los Angeles.
Long after little Hollis and his mother went to bed, as the ship's bell struck midnight, they were all but thrown from their berths by a lurch of the vessel. Half awake, the child could hear screams, shrieks, the anguished cries of the humans in great peril. Quickly his mother bundled him in her arms, rushed him...
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