The McCook tribune. (McCook, Neb.) 1886-1936, 1885-08-20

a threatening glance, as if to question
this rude entrance.
"Quiet yourself, Nablar," said Char
Fong. 81 mean you no harm"
"She shall not be troubled" said
the Malay, huskily, pointing to the
corner, where, upon o mat, lay his
sick wife.
"She shall not be troubled" echoed
the Chinaman. II come tc give you
money, Nablar not to demand it. You
shall be well paid. You shall get
enough bright silver dollars to place
yourself and her forever beyond want.
Can | trust you enough to explain
what / wish of youP"
"The Malay's eyes glistened. He
knew that .'what was wanted of him.
was some ~rascally enterprise.
"Tell me-" he said, briefly.
ga man has injured me and you
must kill him! "That," pointing to
the long, wavy Malay knife which
Nablar wore IN his glrdle, "will be
sufficient"
"The money!" demanded the Ma
lay.
Il will give you five hundred Mex
lean dollars" said Chan Fong--s'half
now, and the remainder when you
convince me that the man is dead"
AS he spoke he produced from his
voluminous gown two rolls of silver,
which he placed in the bewildered
Malay's hand.
Sin ten minutes 1 will return" said
he, "and will then be able to tell you
where to find your man."
Chan Kong disappeared, leaving the
Malay doubling whether he was awake
or not. Nablar touched the rolls of
money. This was real. Opening one
of the rolls, he allowed the bright
silver to glide from one hand to an
other. He thought little of tho crime
to be committed. Hard as his life
had been for years, he believed that he
did not owe much to society. At any
rate, here was health and happiness
for her who lay helpless before his
eyes.
He was still plunged in thought,
when Chan Fong %hurriedly entering,
said:
"Quick, Nablar! Your man has just
gone to the Botonical Garden. Come!
l will point him out to you"
The two had proceeded but a short
distance, when the Chinaman touched
his companion, AID said, pointing to
a small carriage, that was passing at
break neck speed.
''There he is in that carriage. Your
man is the one with the blue ribbon on
his hat. Make no mistake: They 90
to Botanical Garden; you must fol-
low"
A strange look settled upon the
Malay's face. In that rapid glance he
had recognized the occupants of the
carriage. He sped after them, and
was soon out of sight of Chan Fong.
That is finished" said the China
man as he returned to his store.
The jingle in the Botanical Garden
slightly stirred, as our friends stood
gazing at the antics of some balf-dozen
Gagged Javanese monkeys.
sMaster?" said Nablar, softly.
"Hey, coolie!" said Ralph, "wbat
brings you herep"
MASTER" said the Malay, 81 speak
little, 1 speak true. Chan Fong will
kill you'll"
Ralph started.
'And you have come here to tell me
this?" he said.
"Chan Fong has paid me to kill
you. Had l not come, he would have
sem another"
81 see it ALL" exclaimed Ralph, to
his astonished friend. HE is Yung
Faa, and but for the gratitude of this
poor man he would have carried out
his designs upon my life. Thanks,
coolie! What is your namee"
"Nablar."
.Well, Nablar, you shall be no loser
by your fair dealing with me. How
much were you to get from the China
manP"
In brief terms Nablar Informed him
of the promise made by Chan Fong.
''The scoundrel!!n muttered Ralph.
''But come; we must denounce the
fellow"
"Stay, Ralph said Powell, ssthat
course will never do! You must die.
In fact, you are dead already" and
taking the blue band from Ralph's hat,
he handed it to the Malay. "Here,
you have filled your contract; present
this and claim your money. You will
not see us again"
The Malay disappeared in the jun
gle as suddenly as he had appeared.
Powell hurriedly explained his pro-
posed plan, and they too. disappeared
in the thick underground, and skirt
ing the main road. made their way
back to the hotel.
1t was dark when they reached the
city. Immediately, Ralph embarked
on a steamer leaving that night for
Hong Kong and the next day Batavia
was astir e the death of the young
Englishman. Powell, when inter-
viewed. could give no clue to the
murderer. He had been for d short
time separated from his friend, when
he heard loud cries and struggles.
He saw, only a short distance away,
q Malay running at full speed toward
him.
Fearing for his own life, he fled, and
made his way as best he could to the
city. A search was instituted, but no
trace of the b%odyscould be found.
That evening, Chang Fong received
an anonymous letter. informing him
that his share in the murder was