The Washburn leader., 1910-07-08

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work packing them into the hold with
an alacrity which they had never be-
fore manifested In my service.
Taking on cargo occupied week.
and during that time never left the
ships deck farther than the cabin.
The following evening we put out to
sea, the men working like demons to
get away before night shut down.
I Shackleford laughing all the while at
/. their eagerness to be rid Of what he
declared to be 1.-THE finest spot east of
Suez." His Chinamen-I shall never
forget that last glimpse Of them
squatted upon the empty bamboo RATS.
their cues wound about their unshaved
heads, the sweat still streaming down
their naked bodies to the fimsy cotton
pantaloons corded about their waists,
and viewed our departure out Of their
narrow eyes with features as impas-
sive as those Of stone Buddha.
What did they know about the two
rusty hulks. the gray thing" that
haunted them, and what had they told
my crew? wondered. Worn out with
a trying week. l turned in.
A shock hurled me from my berth.
and as groped about in the darkness
for the key of the door the sound of
crashing timbef and of branches trail
ing across the. cabin window made me
guess, my surroundings. Springing on
deck, turned instinctiveiy to the
wheel, and there. bowed over it like
an old man and clutching the spokes
with hairy hands. was a huge gray
ape-the very monster Shackleford and
I had failed to bring down the night Of
the raid upon the cocoanut grove!
At sight of me it relinquished its
hold upon the wheel and sprang at me.
barring its teeth in sudden rage.
,, Whipping out my Colt. l began to fire
| and back away and brought it down
with a. shot in its gaping mouth just
as it was reaching out its horrible
corded arms to seize me. As it col
lapsed with gasping shudder at my
very feet sprang backward from
sheer repulsion and in doing so fell
into the lagoon through hole in the
railing that the thick branch Of tree
had carried away.
Not till then did the full significance
of what had transpired dawn upon me.
Crew there was none, but apes from
the surrounding trees and the two
rusty hulks that had SO puzzled me
and that now lay on either side came
swarming upon the steamer till they
covered erything-winches forecas-
tie head, the empty davits. the spare
anchors. the very rigging-with a gray,
writhing mass that struggled and
fought and screamed in wild rush
for the cocoanuts. which could easily
be reached through the main hatch,
left open to prevent overheating.
Swimming round to the rudder, now
completely out of water above the
!, madly racing screw. climbed up be-
yond the reach Of sharks and listened
to the appalling pandemonium till the
last cocoanut must have been removed
from the hold. when the brutes grad
ually dispersed through the forest.
Afraid to venture back on deck, at
daylight mounted u piece of the
round house that had been swept over
board and made my way on the tncom-
ing tide up the channel which led to
the plantation. On the edge of the
grove paused in incredulous wonder,
and then the truth came home to me.
Under fierce attack Of the apes the
wire fence had ut last given way, and
the cocoanut grove was In ruins.
Shackleford's bungalow found in a
state of pillage SO complete that only
the four upright posts remained, and
the flimsy huts occupied by the Chi.
i nese laborers were scattered about as
II struck by typhoon.
Not far from the ruins found
shackleford's beautifully stained meer-
schaum pipe trampled into the earth
by host of passing feet. and protrud-
ing from under tattered cOcoanut
leaf was Il ,Chinaman's ycue. streaked
with gray. but no Celestial at the sew.
cred end. Prepared for the worst, I
was Fastening down the newly beaten
path toward the jungle. when a groan
to my left attracted my attention. and.
rushing over. found Shackieford and
his Cinnamon neatly trapped under the
barbed wire fence. i.l
You see.s Shackleford explained
when I had pried up the edge Of the
deadly netting which they were unable
10 raise with their bare hands because
Of the inch long barbs, I'VE were pok.
ing the bally brutes on the fence with
Ssharpened bamboos and having no end
OF fun. when their weight doubled the
whole thing over and shut us into as
ane . little fort as q fellow could wish
for. Ha. ha!' Z Il Z
shackleford, followed BY 9 score Of
bedraggled Cinnamon. crawled out
stitly from his involuntary but lucky
Imprisonment and looked ruefully at
his blood spattered clothes. They rip.
ped and tore at the netting Ike lot
Of mad devils,' De continued, and the
blood from their lacerated feet cana
through on us like shower of warm
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