Baxter Springs news. [volume] (Baxter Springs, Kan.) 1882-1919, 1911-08-17
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ByLOUIS JOSEPH VANCE !
AUTHOR OF ~TE1E BRASS BOWL" ETC. u
ILLUSTRATIONS by D&NY VNA[IT[3NS -
; JOSEPH VANCE
Gll WST[9l1TO0YS BY ISW WIAIiTiinS
AUTIi0l or ~TTiE BRA&S BOWL" ETC.

| time awakened Dy IurIneT olbpuCAIioh
in the compound. The troopers were
squabbling amongst themselves; he
was able to make this much out IN
spite of the fact that the sepoys, re-
cruited exclusively from the native
population OF Khandawar, spoke q pa
tots Of Hindi so corrupt that even an
expert in Oriental languages would
experience difficulty in trying to inter
pref 1t. Amber did not weary himself
with the task, but presently lifted up
his voice and demanded silence, desir-
ing to be informed II his sleep was
to be continually broken by the bick-
eriBgs Of sons Of mothers without
noses. There followed instantaneous
silence, broken by chuckle and an
applausive "Shabash!" and nothing
more.
Amber snuggled down again upon
his pillow and soothed himself with
the feel of the pistol that his fingers
grasped beneath the clothes.
FOOTBALLS and hushed voices in the
bungalow were responsible for the
next interruption. Amber came to
with a start and found himself sitting
up on the edge Of the charpoy. with q
dreamy impression that two people
had been standing over him and had
just left the room. escaping by way
of the khansamah's quarters. He
rubbed the sleep from his eyes and
went out to demonstrate vigorously
with the khansamah. The latter
naturally professed complete ignor-
ance of the visitation and dwelt with
such insistence upon the plausibility
of dreams that Amber lost patience
and kicked him grievously. SO that he
complained with a loud voice and cast
himself at the sahib's feet, declaring
that he was but as the dust beneath
them and that Amber was his father
and mother and the light of the Uni
verse besides.
Somewhat Modified and rejecting,
at the same time, that this was all but
a part of the game, to be expected by
those who patronize resthouses OF the
beaten roads of travel, the Virginian
returned to his charpoy and immedi-
ately lapsed into a singularly disquiet-
ing dream. He was strolllng
by the border Of the lake when coot
swan in and hailed him in English;
and when he stopped to look the coot
lifted an A. D. T. messenger boys
cap and pleaded with him to sign his
name In q little black book. promising
that II he did 80, It would be free to
doff its disguise and be Labertouche
again. So Amber signed Pink Satin"
In the book and the coot stood up and
said: I'm not Labertouche at all, but
Ram Nath, and Ram Nath is only an
other name for Har Dyal Rutton, and
besides you had better come away at
once, for the Eye thou dost wear upon
they finger never sleeps and it's only
a paste Token anyway" Hearing
which, Amber caught the coot by the
leg and found that he had grasped the
arm Of Salig Singh, whose eyes were
both monstrous emeralds without any
whites whatever. And Salig Singh
tapped him on the shoulder and began
to say over and over again In a whis-
per
But here Amber another time found
himself wideawake and sitting up, his
left hand gripping the wrist Of a ma
tive and his right holding his pistol
steadily leveled at the natives breast.
While the voice he heard was real and
no Pigment Of a dream-mused imagi.
nation; for the man was whispering
earnestly and repeatedly:
Hasten, hazor, for the night doth
wane and the hour is at hand"
What deviltTy's this?': Amber de-
handed sharply, with a threatening
gesture.
But the native neither attempted to |
tree himself nor to evade the pistols |
mouth. Have patience. hazor," he
begged earnestly, "and make no dis
turbance. II Is late and the sepoys |
sleep; II you will be circumspect and
are not afraid"
who are your"
II was to say. I come from you
know whom hazoor."
THAT all!"
I'm the matter Of q certain photo
graph, hazoor"
by thunder!" LAbertouche's name
vas on Amber's lips, but he depressed
t Wait bit" He gulped down the
asst dregs Of sleep. Let me think
This last was an afterthought. Az
{ came to him he, dropped the pistol
~ his side and felt for matches In
he pocket Of his coat, which hung
'ver the back Of beside chair. Find
ng one, he struck It noiselessly and,
IS the tiny fame broadened, drew his
,aptive nearer.
It was fat, mean. wicked face that
Itood out against the darkness: an
'chre-tinted face with . wide, loose
ipped mouth and protruding eyes that
'linked nervously into his. But he had
lever seen It before.
Who are youf" He cast away the
match 40 its flame died and snatched
ID his weapon.
Il was to say"
Il heard that once. What's your