The Plymouth tribune. (Plymouth, Ind.) 1901-1911, 1910-05-12
CHAPTER XXI

All AOui AdtcT DSuBnl the dawn
Guided by Meta. Larry and his wife,
and Johnny reached the yacht that had
brought Betty from America and found
the children still sleeping and Tyoga
and Hackleye already aboard The
Cure. fat and waddly. was trying his
best to Chamber on. Benoni was not in
sight, neither was LIE Malheureux y
few moments later they appeared. lie
MalheureuX with wallet in his hand
Benoni carrying the old man, who.
cursing and screaming with all his
might, was struggling against the iron
grip OF the black.
My diamonds, my diamonds, Let
me have them. What else Is worth in
life to me now since Cerisse has died
Murderer. murderer" he shrieked at
Hackleye "Ah. let me at him!" Mr.
Wayne raved like a maniac and tried
to leap on shore again. but they dashed
him to a chair and put a gag in his
mouth.
Many as are his crimes, we dare
not leave him to their hands," said Be-
noni, half regretfully. 1t seemed to
Larry.
The yacht took the river like a gull
on the wing. The morning breeze was
chill and portent of rain hung in the
sky. though the sun was fighting 20
prick the thickly banked up clouds
Fifty leagues had they gone. when City
Editor Burton. who had not been left
behind, to Betty's great delight, roared
like a hurricane.
Following the lions stare to the left
of them on the shore. they saw advance
ing up the river bank toward them A
horde of blacks. Benoni hurried the
women down stairs where the children
and the Cure already were. and reached
to lift the senior Mr.. Wayne from his
moorings But he was too late. The
yacht was now abreast of the barbar-
fans, whose leader with fine aim shot
his quondom tormentor straight
through the heart with a long. fine ar
row.
Benoni drew the gag from the old
mans mouth and leaned over to look at
the arrow Even superficial examina-
ton showed him the futility OF aid. He
knew too we'll the poisoned barbs of
the tribe. Hundreds of arrows whis-
tied about the yacht. but glanced HARM
less from its sides, and by rare chance
none struck Benoni. When he realized
that Mr.. Wayne was beyond human
help he left the body as 1t was and
crawling to the hatchway dropped be-
low.
There he found the women in tor
ment Of terror and the children. awak-
ened by their sobbing, nervously COM
planning about the cramped quarters
and the rocking motion of the yacht.
What sort of fiends' work is this
boat?" questioned Larry. though Beno-
nj and lie Malheureux had both risen
in his estimation since they had seen
him successfully married to Betty.
It's my own invention" replied lie
Malheureux. with not little pride in
hs tone. Simple enough, too, IL you
just know how. Merely the scientific
application of few OF the fundamen-
tai principles of electricity. This lit
tie mirror here reflects your whole
course as plainly as II you were above
deck or standing on the highest cap
tain's bridge that ever was built. That's
| Just the application Of the rules OF
conveyance and infraction of light. AS
| for the propulsion of this boat-well, a
series Of buttons on this keyboard does
1t all. It's as easy as playing on a
piano or writing on a typewriter. or a
sewing machine or running telephone
switchboard, II you just know how
This Is my wireless apparatus. I've
| found 1t useful-no, indeed" as he read
the query on Larry's face-"no press
dispatches from this. I told your wife
that on the way over And 1 warn you
as I warned her not to tamper with
| it,"
When LIE Malheureux paused, Beno-
nj went to him and spoke in African
patois. Betty made out that he was
telling him of his fathers death. Il
Malheureux turned his post over e
Benoni Then he went up alone I,
| view his deao-
He was gone a very long while, an(
when he came back he neither ques
| toned nor was questioned. AfterwarC
when the Americans went above anC
found the body gone. and the decl
freshly scrubbed, they asked Benon
what had been done with the corpse
Benoni pointed silently to the river.
All day they followed the river ant
its chain of lakes. At every possibl,
interval Betty or Larry or Johnn,
tried to hasten the solution Of the mys
terry still palpable before them. but nei
Their lie Maiheureux, nor Hackleye. no
the Cure, nor the three blacks woul'
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