Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1912-07-28

hurt Great Guns! the cages must be down. The
And the crew has funked!- cried Bascom, with
grimace.
They had to, Man, don't you see? Three men
Bascom tossed up his hand in warming and bent his
attention to the instrument Here's more he said
later. Cant understand these snatches.
Why don't he say it all at once?'
Hyperion-three men killed by ape-Captain injured
"Ape!" yelled Thompson derisivcly. Hes peach,
that operator, and scared stiff. Gorilla he means.
That's what he gorilla! Captain hurt too.
Wow! there's trouble the Hyperion.
And then, his excitement having mastered him,
Thompson sprang to the door. With his his hand on the
Il thought of going for help he said; but he's five
hundred miles out.
Without answering, Bascom lowered the switch, and
his apparatus began its blue flame message.
For several minutes he flung language beyond the Whlrl
wind that beat round the pagoda He wiped his face OF
Its sweat.
"Told him that the Gladiator coming up fast She's
the only craft within bundled miles. Whatl he do?
There he goes again.
Thompson scrubbed down the nine little words:
All over soon Boys-hes trying to get in.
THAT means"
"Why, he's penned in his ON the bridge, isn't
t?-and the beast has located him finally. They
terrible things when aroused Du Chaillu claimed that
they could twist gunbarre with their hands Poor
chap! I'm afraid we've lost communication with him.
Suddenly Thompson sprang to his feet and caught
down his hat.
Il can make it maybe he called out. You'll have
to write for yourself If that fellow holds out little
I'm off to get krueppe
He upset chair in his rush and ripped his hat he
dragged aNsd,I it % On, A., u,,+ .n h, ao,- ,o,,a,
"Down at the show-the animal man. If anybody
knows what to do, he does. Handled em himself. III
have him out of bed in fifty. You wait an tell that
fellow that Thompson has gone for help. Keep him
fro getting scared.
THIS time Thompson had no trouble in closing the
outer door. He flung his weight against its panels
Infatuated, and scuttled down the piers length.
The wind caught up his hat and switched it away into
the dark; but Thompson not of this hap
penng. He had a commission, asst gnment; there
was something to be done. something occupy him. to
keep his taut nerves from swapping He felt as if
further inaction would his whole makeup to
crackle those current breaks in the little house and
to break down like a mesh OF useless wires Down
through the unlghted exhibition hall he hurried sprawl
ing pile of folded chairs, whc noise brought
the Waterman
-You keep awake and on the Job" he yelled that
aStOnlShed BE ready to let me in when come;
for Ill be back"
Into the again and along the boardwalk he rushed
the wind at his back aiding him. His heavy shoes set
up hollow clatter on the pankng. A policeman
suddenly from doorway and called on him to explain
the hurry.
I'm Thompson of The Tines" he answered.
"Busy-gota story. III tell YOU later" And he euded
the of the law.
He turned into side street, the patroman following
only part convinced and several blocks the
boarding house in which he believed the animal man
stopped. Now he was pounding at the door An age
seemed to pass before he had aroused anyone within
the dingv place. Finally sounded the noise of someone
shutting down the hall, and gentle voice asked:
what is it? Amt you got key?"
as Krueppel the animal trainer here
Suppose he is"
Il want to Krueppel-must him! There's
trouble with the animals. Tell him to down at
once. III wait"
The slippers performed retreating shuttle, and soon
after the noise of heavier, more important foot
steps as if urged by man awake to emergency. a
large seepy-evcd fellow appeared He pulled
nervousy at his dropping yellow mustache. Thompson
did not parley with him. but caught his arm and hus
tied him down the steps to the street.