The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1911-10-21

 and reused him. Without moving he glanced down and saw the ground be- heath 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. It 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. Ah, 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 place?' he demanded.
 At the same time he stole glance seaward to where the Flibberty Gibbet reflected herself in the glassy calm of the sea. Not soul was visible under fer 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 herd Of cattle. at the sound of his voice. But not one spoke. Directly beneath him he caught sight of the muzzle of rife, barely projecting between two black bodies. that was slowly ele- vaing toward him. 1t was held at the hip by man in the second row.
 What name you?" Sheldon suddenly shouted, pointing directly at the man who held the gun.
 Sheldon still held the whip hand. and he intended to keep 1t.
 Clear out, all you fella boysv' 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. TelepasseT the white man queried genially. "You tell m 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 conces- 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 m head belong Gogoomy. Gogoomy. all the same chief. Bime by me finish. Gogoomy big fella chief. White Mary bang m head. No good. You pay me plenty tobacco, plenty powder, plenty calico"
 You old scoundrel," was SheIdon's comment. An hour before he had been chuckling over loans recital Of the episode, and here. an hour later, was Telepasse himself come to collect dam- ages.
 "Gogoomy," Sheldon ordered. "what I1> nh of along quarters plenty quick"
 'Me stop" was the defiant answer.
 "White Mary belong you bang Tn 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 m get to h. along beach. Then I talk with you."
 Sheldon felt.a 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 off 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 it 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 it the familiar paper wrapped dynamite. He noted also the end of fuse. split properly, into which had been in. serted the head of a wax match.
 'Telepasse. you old reprobate, tell m boys clear out along beach. My word. I no gammon along you"
 "Me no gammon," said the chief. 'Me want I'm pay white Mary bang m head belong Gogoomy."
 "Pn come down there and bang Tn ! head belong you" Sheldon replied, leaning toward the railing as if about to leap over.
 Gro Be Continued.)