The Kinsley graphic. [volume] (Kinsley, Kan.) 1890-1940, 1892-06-24

security rather than the comfort Of the
prisoner
when he RECEIVERS from his blind
passion, we shall get some valuable
information from him; for these fellows
in their calmcr moments readily yield
to the inevitable" the Freuchmau said,
cycling his late antagonist with a grim
smile.
There my be more of these scoun-
drcIs lurking in the neighborhood. "
Dunbar conjectured, as he looked to the
charge of his repeating rifle
''NO, no. CampignOn declared. conf
IDENTIFY. 1T only remains for us to dis
cover the whereabouts of the white
man, and we have accounted for
all the crew of the sampan- # there
were more OF them in the vicinity
we should have had them on US ere this,
for the report of gun is an unusual
sound in these wilds- However, to
make assurance doubly sure, let us pa
troll the woods and see what VIC can
find"
This they did, making the important
discovery that it was not an island they
were on at all, but a small peninsula
projecting from the mainland by a mar
row neck of land, along which led a
track, which could hardly be called a
path, yet where the Pricirly brush wood
had been sufficiently cleared to permit
Up this they penetrated as far as they
thought it advisable to 60, leaving one
OF the natives on guard at the landing
place
at all lies in a nutshell" CamPig-
non said, decisively. THE white. man
has taken to the woods here, and we
must follow him. but not till the men
are rested, for they have toilcd for
nearly twenty hours"
And you advise?' Dunbar asked.
THAT we camp for few hours and
then get on to the mans trail"
They found on their return to the
boat captive and guard seated silently
siCie by side; the one sullen and glum,
as though brooding over his defeat; the
other exuItant IN his uewly-invested au-
thority, for the native Cingalese dearly
loves to lord it over his fellows.
Has he spOISen?" Campignon asked.
YES" was the proud reply. "He
offered me the gold bangles he wears if
would aid him to escape"
(which you refused?"
The Maluy's eyes CLEANED in tri-
umphant consciousness of fidelity, as he
nodded a scornful assent.
Tell him. Dunbar said, when the
mans action was translated to him,
that when we reach Colombo I viii
give him five times the value of the
golden bangles but, how comes it, Cam
Pignon, that the prisoner is wearing
sch expensive Ornameuts?"
because replied the Frenchman,
looking earnestly ut the PROSTATE fig
ure before him, ''he is a chief, or the
son of a chief. wish 1 knew for GER
tain just what he is"
"Why?''
'For the reason that if he is really
what I think lac is I would make an APP
peal to his native sense of chivalry. Eou
smile, but, sir, let me tell you that
these pirate chicftains have a code of
honor as sensitive as it is remarkable.
One act of generosity from an enemy
viii accomplish more than a thousand
blows"
''As, for instaucc?''
IF I We're to unloose that mans
bonds and let him go free, he would die
sooner than harm me"
''Well, as we must either kill him or
set him loose when we march, the es-
pertinent is perhaps worth a trial"
Have I your consent to act as think
bestF" Campignon demanded.
'Why, certainly, my friend. You
know more about the ways of this
strange people than / do; besides, as
said before, it is the least obnoxious of
the only two alternatives we have"
Campiguon's reply was to move quiet
~ to the side of the captured Malay,
who was lying prone on the sand. the
bleeding cuts iu his wrists and ankles
showing how he had strained the ropes
in his efforts for freedom Ono check
displayed q ragged cash, where in his
fall he had struck it against a sharp
stone, and which was bleeding freely.
The Erenchman spoke softly TO the man
for few moments, but Dunbar noticed
that his words only served to make the
savage eyes of the prisoner CLEAN more
sponge and water and bathcd the
wound, the AIalay's intense glance of
hatred was in no wise softcusd. Pres
emily the Ereuchmau pointed to the
golden bangles and asked if, as he
surmiscd, he was a chief among his
people. The question was the first which
had apparently arrested his attention.
''My fathers spears are countless as
the reeds ON the river Shore was the
muttered response he made as he
turned his face away from his Ques-
toner.
For q moment Campignon could not
quite realize the import of the mans
words, for his knowledge Of Ciugalcse
was only limited and the captive spoke
in a dialect that was almost incompre-
hcnsible, but when the words had been
/ analysed by the quiclS-witted French
man, he proceeded to put in action his
Ineditated experiment
Stepping back to where Dunbar was
| standing he considerably startled the
young American by an extravagaut
pantomimic expression OF servility,
bowling to the very ground before him
and approaching him with every sign Of
humility.
do not look so astouished,' 80 he said
in low tone. 81 want the prisoner to
realize that you are the chief parsonage
among us, and that he owes his freedom
to your commands"
So, with much gravity, Dunbar gave
| his orders for the natives release.
When Campignon cut the man bonds,
and with the grace Of n Frenchuan
! handed him the murderous crease, which
/ t7To hours before had been within an
/ ace of costing him his lie, emotions Of
surprise, joy and gratitude played on
/ the Maiay'a feuturesi but the silent cz-
! precision of feeling was only momeuta-
~, for quickly the accustomed look of
dignifed indifference repossessed his
/ features and with a deep inclination of
his head to the two white men. he
turned his back upon them and walked
slowly up the path which led into the
woods
cool as a cucumber was Dunbar's
commentary. even, Campiguon, as
the little boys say we've been and
gone and done it now, and nothing re-
uuaius TO us but to abide by the conss-
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