The Hawaiian star. [volume] (Honolulu [Oahu]) 1893-1912, 1897-06-29

ehtCF, that they were oil negroes, and the
s1reiuoat i.c ether than that yellow rascal,
Gilcad Mack
Then the whole matter became clear to
ne. had, no doubt, been enticed on to
this lonely beach by u forged note. Gilead
was quite smart enough for that.
Iou never know what you can do till
you have to. And l venture to say few
professionals would have teen in it with
me at the speed I acquired within tho next
two minutes. Had the beach been only
sound all the way, should have been all
right, but unfortunately the tide was half
way in and the good ground narrowing.
t oft spots impeded me, and at the end of
tnother three miles my pursuers were still
within sight and hearing.
And then another thought occurred to
me - the remembrance of that mile or
more of soft sandy road across the scrub,
where bicycle would be useless, and my
hunters on their ponies would have me alb
folutely at their mercy Could possibly
ret sufficient start before reaching the
turn?
At the entrance to the scrub road was
but 200 or 500 yards in front of the fore
most of the negroes. My one chance now
was to continue straight away up the beach
and endeavor to wear their animals down.
On and on, mile after mile, on the whole
increasing my lead. Even though COM
PEELED once or twice to dismount, rarely
less than q mile ahead.
had reached part of the beach totally
unknown to me, but the going was good,
and again 1 slowly gained. Their beasts
were obviously tagging, and they no lon
ger kept together If could but hold out
another few miles, l might hope to COM
pletely distance them.
The shore before me took wide curve,
the first bend for 30 miles or more. 1
rounded it, and, at the pace was going,
as nearly as possible drove machine and all
into great inlet half mile wide, through
which the rapidly rising tide was flowing
in toward the lagoon at between two and
three knots an hour.
was trapped Certainly l could swim
n little, but nowhere near enough to cross
this wide, rapid estuary. Should l take to
the scrubs 1t seemed the only possible al
tentative.
And then an inspiration came to me.
! My pursuers were more than mile be-
hind, as far MS could judge. l had there
fore six to seven minutes in hand. Throw
ing the bicycle on the sand, in almost less
time than 1t takes to write it had Debated
and stripped off both the tires. In very
few moments l had pumped them full
arfesh. Then l kicked off my boots and
having with my belt secured both the air
filled tubes under my arms, plunged bold
ly into the rippling, moonlit water.
A growl Of disappointed rage from my
baf1led pursuers rang through the night,
and then crack, crack, a couple of pistol
bullets flew high over my head and rico
cheted in the wavelets beyond. But a
hOh hun
yards away, Is poor mark by moonlight,
and an instant later was whirled safely
around the corner of the bluff, and soon
out into midstream beyond.
The water was quite warm and little
danger of sharks inside the bar. But l
was at the mercy of the tide and did not
know how long it might be before 1
might be able to land. In half an hour
was through the line and adrift on the
wide bosom of the Indian river.
Here the current bore me southwark,
and all night l was carried on. Dawn and
the turn of the tide found mo weak and
exhausted close to a small islet which
recognized as only couple of miles north
of our camp Here managed to struggle
ashore and stretched myself in the long,
coarse grass, where the welcome sunlight
soon dried my saturated garments and
body.
In the course of the morning was tax
en- off by fishing boat and landed safe at
the camp, where my arrival caused, as
had expected, surprise. Northcott declared
he had sent ME no message.
What was more to the point, as far as
was concerned, he gave me another week s
leave, and you may believe l didn't lose
much time in getting down again to Port
Lea. But this time stuck to the river,
getting passage on small schooner.
None of us ever set eyes on them again.
Only short time ago, though, my wife,
formerly Miss Lena Warburton, came to
me In some excitement with a paper
which gave graphic account Of the cap
} ture and subsequent lynching of a big
mulatto whose name was supposed to be
Gilead Mack. He had been caught in the
very act of firing the barns of a man W he
} had employed him.
My wife and live in cottage neal
Port Lea, and ours are now by no means
the only bicycles you may see spinning
down the beach by moonlight.