Bismarck daily tribune. [volume] (Bismarck, Dakota [N.D.]) 1881-1916, 1911-11-14

tie st0reroom; and Sheldon was raxlhg
| his siesta in hammock on the We
| randa. He awoke gently. In some
! occult, subtle way warning that all
| was not we'll had penetrated his sleep
and reused him. Without moving he
glanced down and saw the ground be-
Meath covered with armed savages.
They were the same ones he had
parted with that morning, though he
! noted an accession In numbers. There
were men he had not seen before.
He slipped from the hammock and
| with deliberate slowness sauntered to
the railing, where he yawned sleepily
and looked down on them. 1t came TO
him curiously that it was the destiny
! ever to stand on this high place LOOK
ing down on amending hordes of black
trouble that required control, bullying
and cajolery. But while he glanced
carelessly over them he was keenly
! taking stock. The new men were all
armed with modern rifles. All. he had
| thought so. There were fifteen OF
! them, undoubtedly the Lunga runa-
! ways. In addition dozen old Sniders
were in the hands Of the original
crowd. These were the very same
men who had killed his trader, Oscar,
at Ugi.
"What name you walk about this
placer" he demanded
! At the same time he stole a glance
seawaM to where the Flibberty Gibbet
reflected herself in the CLASSY calm OF
the sea. Not a soul was visible under
her awnings, and he saw the whale
boat was missing from alongside. The
Tahitians had evidently gone shooting
fish up the Balesuna. He was all alone
in his high place above this trouble.
while his world slumbered peacefully
under the breathless tropic noon.
Nobody replied, and he repeated his
demand, more Of mastery in his voice
this time and hint Of growing anger.
The blacks moved uneasily, like a herd
Of cattle, at the sound Of his voice.
But not one spoke. Directly beneath
him he caught sight of the muzzle
of rifle, barely projecting between
two black bodies, that was slowly ele-
waiting toward him. 1t was held at the
hip by a man in the second row.
"What name your Sheldon suddenly
shouted, pointing directly at the man
who held the gun.
Sheldon still held the whip hand, and
he intended to keep It.
"Clear out, all you fella boys!' he or
dered. 'Clear out and walk along salt
water. Savvee"
me talk" spoke up fat and filthy
savage, whose hairy chest was caked
with the unwashed dirt Of years.
"Oh, Is that you, Telepasse?" the
white man queried genially. "You tell
IN boys clear out, and you stop and
talk along me-
Him good fella boy" was the reply.
"Him stop along"
"Well, what do you want?" Sheldon
asked, striving to hide under assumed
carelessness the weakness Of c0nces-
sion.
"That fella boy belong along me-
The old chief pointed out Gogoomy.
whom Sheldon recognized.
"White Mary belong you too much
no good" Telepasse went on. "Bang
IN head belong Gogoomy. Gogoomy.
oil the same chief. Bime by me finish,
Gogoomy big fella chief. White Mary
bang IN head. No good. You pay me
plenty tobacco plenty powder, plenty
Calico"
"You old scoundrel," was Sheldon's
comment. An hour before he had been
chuckling over Joan's recital of the
episode, and here, an hour later, was
Telepasse himself come to collect dam
ages.
"Gogoomy," Sheldon ordered, what
name you walk about here? You get
along quarters plenty quick"
me STOP" was the defiant answer.
"White Mary belong you bang m
head" old Telepasse began again. my
word, plenty big fella trouble you no
pay"
"You talk along boys" Sheldon said,
with increasing irritation. "You tell IN
get to b. along beach. Then I talk
with you"
Sheldon felt slight vibration Of the
veranda and knew that Joan had come
out and was standing by his side. But
he did not dare glance at her. There
were too many rifles down below there,
and rifles had way Of going of from
the hip.
Again the veranda vibrated with
her moving weight, and he knew that
Joan had gone into the house. A
minute later she was back beside him.
He had never seen her smoke, and 1t
struck him as peculiar that she should
be smoking now. Then he guessed
the reason. With a quick glance he
noted the hand at her side and in 1t
the familiar paper wrapped dynamite.
He noted also the end Of fuse. split
properly, into which had been In
serted the head of wax match.
"Telepasse, you old reprobate, tell
IN boys clear out along beach. My