The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1911-11-01
Copyright. 1910. by Street 6 Smith Copyright. 1911. by the Maenillaa Conpsn,

startling more than one of them.
 "My word! Look m that fella," he continued, brushing aside the leafy wall of the runway, and exposing bow so massive that no one bushman could have bent it.
 The Binu man traced out the me chanics of the trap and exposed the hidden fiber in the tangled, under growth that at contact with Koogoo's foot had released the taut bow.
 They were deep in the primeval for est. Binu Charley took the lead as they pushed on, and trap after trap yielded its secret lurking place to his keen scrutiny. The way was beset with a thousand annoyances, ch1efest among which were thorns, cunningly concealed, that penetrated the bare feet of the invaders. Once, during the afternoon, Binu Charley barely missed being impaled in a staked pit that undermined the trail. There were times when all stood still and waited for half an hour or more, while Binu Charley prospected suspicious parts or the trail.
 Where a slight runway entered the main one Sheldon paused and asked Binu Charley if he knew where It ied.
 'Plenty bush fella garden he stop along there short way little bit," was the answer. "An right you like m go look m along. Walk m easy" he cautioned few minutes later. "Close up. that fella garden. S'pose some bush fella he stop, we catch m" Creeping ahead and peering into the clearing for a moment, Binu Charley beckoned Sheldon to come on cautious Iy., Joan crouched beside him and to- gether they peeped out On one edge of the clearing was small grass house, open sided, a mere rain shell ter. In front of it, crouched on his hams Sefore a fire, was gaunt and bearded bushman. The fire seemed to smoke excessively, and in the thick of the smoke a round dark object hung suspended. The bushman seemed ab- sorbed in contemplation of this object
 Warning them not to shoot unless the man was successfully escaping, sheldon beckoned the Poonga-Poonga
 
 could, shoot his swift enemies were upon him. He was rolled over and over and dragged to his feet, disarmed and helpless.
 "Why. he's an ancient Babylonianr' Joan cried, regarding him. He's an Assyrian, a Phoenician! Look at that straight nose, that narrow face, those high cheek bones and that slanting, oval forehead and the beard and the eyes too"
 "And the snaky locks." Sheldon laughed
 'My word, bush fella kat-kai along that fella boy" Binu Charley remark ed
 So stolid was his manner of utter ance that Joan turned carelessly to see what had attracted his attention and found herself face to face-with Co., goomy. At least it was the head of Gogoomy-the dark object they had seen hanging in the smoke.
 Nor was loans horror lessened by the conduct of the Poonga-Poonga boys. On the instant they recognized the head, and on the instant rose theil wild hearty laughter as they explained to one another in shrill falsetto voices Gogoomy's end was a joke. He had been foiled in his attempt to escape He had played the game and lost. And what greater joke could there be thar that the bushmen should have eater him?
 The Poonga-Poonga mems laughter died down, and they regarded the spec. tacle with glittering eyes and glutton. ous expressions. The Tahitians, on the other hand, were shocked. and Adamu Adam was shaking his head slowly and grunting forth his disgust. Joan was angry. Her face was white, but in each cheek was vivid spray of red. Disgust had been displace0 by wrath, and her mood was clearly vengeful
 Sheldon laughed.
 Its nothing to be angry over," he said. 'rYou mustn't forget that he ate one of his own comrades that ran away with him.
 And don't forget" Sheldon added, "that he is the son of a chief and that as sure as fate his Port Adams tribes men will take a white mans head in payment"
 Tt is all so ghastly ridiculous" Joan finally said
 And-er-ro1nen ntic." he suggested s.yiy.
 She did not answer and turned away, but Sheldon knew that the shaft had gone home.