Baxter Springs news. [volume] (Baxter Springs, Kan.) 1882-1919, 1892-06-11

smazement grew when they saw
beached on the sloping shore light
sampan, In which still rested many OBJ.
jects of English production, such rs
articles of clothing, shawls, wraps and
canned meats, doubtless the very boat
they had been in pursuit of. Chained
to one of the rough seats OF the ssmpan
was . dog-a brown retriever-who
fawned upon them with every manifes-
tation Of joyous welcome.
"IIe is IN tolerably good condition,
and cannot have been here long," Dun
bar said, as no Embossed the animal.
which whined his gratitude with piteous
earnestness.
The words had hardly left the young
Americans lips, when a spear whistled
by his head. and fixed itself in the
trunk Of palm tree by his side. The
quick report of the Frenchman's rifle
woke the echoes few moments after
wards, and a tall figure leapt into the
air from neighboring bush and fell to
the earth, while another sprang in hot
fury from group of ferns and charged
upon them with long, Rlittering crease.
weapon more dangerous than sword
in the hand of a fierce Malay, who has
no fear of death and fights with the
blind impetuosity of a wild beast
With a cry of frenzied rage, he sprnng
upon Campignon, dashing him to the
earth with the fury Of his charge, but
ere the cleaning blade could fall upon
the hapless man, Arthur Dunbar's
strong arms were flung around the
would-be assassin. Sleepless nights
and scorching days had not robbed the
young American of his marvellous
strength, and, In less time than it takes
to write the words, the Malay was
lying gasping in the sand at the mercy
of one who in his just rage seemed half
inclined to strangle him; but Campig-
mons advice prevailed, and he was
simply bound with ropes. which were
tied in sHch a manner as TO insure the
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 calmer moments readily yield
to the inevitable" the Frenchman said,
cycling his late antagonist with grim
smile.
"There may be more of these scoun-
drels lurking in the neighborhood,"
Dunbar conjectured, as he looked to the
charge of his repeating rifle.
mo, no." Campignon declared, conf
IDENTIFY. ut only remains for us to dis
cover the whereabouts Of the white
man, and we have accounted for
all the crew of the sampsn. II there
were more Of them in the vicinity
we should have had them on US ere this,
for the report of n gun is IN unusual
sound in these wilds. However, to
make assurance doubly sure, let us pa
troll the woods and see what we can
6nd."'
This they did, making the important
discovery that it was not an island they
were on ut all, but q small peninsula
projecting from the mainland by mar
row neck Of land, along which led q
track, which could hardly be called a
path, yet where the prickly brushwood
had been sufficiently cleared to permit
the cautious advance of single person.
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 q nutshell" Campig-
non said. decisively. The white man
has taken to the woods here, and we
must follow l1ip; put not till the men
are rested. .fon they have toiled. for
nearly tTentJ hourS" -