Baxter Springs news. [volume] (Baxter Springs, Kan.) 1882-1919, 1892-06-11
"And Won adv,seq- Dunbar asked.

then get on to the mans trail"
They found on their return to the
boat captive and guard seated silently
side by side; the one sullen and glum,
as though brooding over his defeat; tho
other exultant in his newly-invested au-
thority, for the native Cingalese dearly
loves to lord il over his fellows.
HAS he spoken?" Campignon asked.
eyes," was the proud reply. HE
offered me the gold bangles he wears If
would aid him to escape"
(which you refused?"
The Malay's eyes CLEANED in tri-
umphsnt consciousness Of fidelity, as no
nodded scornful assent
Tell him." Dunbar said, when tho
mans action was translated to him,
"that when we reach Colombo ! will
give him FIVE times the value Of the
golden bangles; but, how comes 1t, Cam
pignon, that the prisoner is wearing
such expensive ornaments?"
because" replied the Frenchman.
looking earnestly at the PROSTATE fig
ure before him, ''he is chief, or the
son Of n chief. wish knew for GER
tain just what he Is"
"Why?"
For the reason that II he is really
what I think he is would make an ap-
peal to his native sense of chivalry. You
smile, but, sir, let me tell You that
these pirate chieftains have q code OF
honor as sensitive as it is remarkable.
One act Of generosity from an enemy
will accomplish more than Q thousand
blows"
"As, for instance?"
IF I were to unlOose that mans
bonds and let him 60 free, he would die
sooner than harm me-"
"Well, as we must either KILN him or
set him loose when we march, the ex-
pertinent Ia perhaps worth trial"
Have your consent to act as / think
best?" 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"
Campignon's reply was to move quiet
~ to the side Of the captured Malay,
who was lying prone on the sand. the
bleeding cuts in his wrists and ankles
showing how he had strained the ropes
in his efforts for freedom. One cheek
displayed ragged cash, where in his
fall he had struck it against a sharp
stone, and which was bleeding freely.
The Frenchman spoke softly to the man
for q few moments, but Dunbar noticed
that his words only served to make the
savage eyes Of the prisoner CLEAN more
fercely. Even when Campignon got q
sponge and water and bathed the
wound, the Malay's intense glance OF
hatred was in no wise softened. Pres
emily the Frenchman pointed to the
golden bangles and asked If, as he
surmised, he was q chief among his
people. The question was the first which
had apparently arrestedhis 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 Cingalese
was only limited and the captive spoke
in dialect that was almost incompre-
hensible, but when the words had been
analysed by the quick-witted French
man, he proceeded to put in action his
meditated experiment.
Stepping back to where Dunbar was
standing he considerably startled the
young American by an extravagant
pantomimic expression of servility,
bowling to the very ground before him
and approaching him with every sign OF
humility.
do not look so astonished," he said
in low tone. II 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 mans bonds,
and with the grace of q Frenchman
handed him the murderous crease, which
two hours before had been within an
ace of costing him his life, emotions OF
surprise. joy and gratitude played on
the Malay's features; but the silent ex-
preston Of feeling was only momenta-
nv, for quickly the accustomed look OF
dignifed Indifference repossessed his
features, and with 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 rs a cucumber was Dunbar's
commentary. 'Well, Campignon, as
the little boys say, we've been and
gone and done it now, and nothing re-
mains to us but to abide by the conse-
quences of what seems to me very
risky experiment"
TTo BE CONTINUED,