The Ocala evening star. [volume] (Ocala, Fla.) 1895-1943, 1912-01-01
Observation-Disclosures
MR.. MORGAN AND MIR. RAFT.


He's an old warhorse when he gets
started. See him banging the boys. |
They don't pull fast enough for him"
"And now what's to be doner' she |
asked. you've freed your game. but |
you can't keep it freed"
mo, but ] can teach them a lesson"
Sheldon walked over to the big bell. |
"It is all right" he replied to her |
gesture of protest. MY boys are prac |
tically all bushmen, while these chaps
are salt water men, and there's no love
lost between them. You watch the
fun"
he rang a general call, and by the
time the 200 laborers trooped into the
compound Satan was once more
penned in the living room, complaining
to high heaven at his abominable
treatment The plantation hands were
dancing war dances around the base
OF every tree and filing the air with
abuse and vituperation of their heredi-
tary enemies. The skipper of the
Flibberty Gibbet arrived in the thick
of It, in the first throes Of oncoming
fever, staggering as he walked and
shivering SO severely that he could
scarcely hold the rife he carried. His
face was CHASTITY blue, his teeth clicked
and chartered, and the violent SUM-
shine through which he walked could
not warm him.
''Tll s-s-it down and k-k-keep a
guard on 'em," he chartered. .D-d-dash
it all, I always g-get f-fever when
there's any excitement. Ww-wh-what
are you going to do?"
Gather up the guns first Of ALL"
Under Sheldon's direction the house
boys and gang bosses collected the
scattered arms and piled them in
heap on the veranda. The modern
rifles, stolen from Lunga, Sheldon set
aside, the Sniders he smashed into
fragments, the pile Of spears, clubs
and tomahawks he presented to Joan.
Down on the beach he built a bon
fire out Of the contents Of the canoes,
his blacks smashing, breaking and
loottng everything they laid hands on.
The canoes themselves, splintered and
broken, filed with sand and coral
powders, were towed out to ten faith
Oms Of water and sunk.
''Ten fathoms will be deep enough
for them to work ill.," Sheldon said as
they walked back to the compound.
Here a saturnalia had broken loose.
The war songs and dances were more
unrestrsi cesa: 90 from -asase- ,ne pfan-
tation blacks had turned to pelting
their helpless foes with pieces OF wood
handfuls Of pebbles and chunks OF
coral rock. And the seventy-five lusty
cannibals chung stoically to their tree
perches, enduring the rain Of missiles
and snarling down promises of venge-
ance.
''There'll be wars for forty years on
Malaita on account OF this" Sheldon
laughed. But | fancy old Telepasse
will never again attempt to rush a
plantation.
"Eh, you old scoundrel," he added.
turning to the old chief. who sat glib
bering in 1mpotent rage at the foot
Of the steps. Now head belong you
bang m too. Come on, Miss Lack
land. bang IN just once. 1t will be the
browning indignity."
Ugh, he's too dirty. I'd rather give
give this devil a wash. Soap and
water! Fill that washtub. Ornfiri, run
and fetch IN scrub brush
The Tahitians. back from their fish
ing and grinning at the bediam of the
compound. entered into the joke.
"Tambo! Tambor' shr1eked the can
nibals from the trees, appalled, at SO
awful a dissertation, as they saw their
chief tumbled into the tub and the
sacred dirt rubbed and soused from
his body.
Joan, who had gone into the bunga-
low, tossed down a strip of white
calico, in which old Telepasse was
promptly wrapped, and he stood forth,
resplendent and purified, withal he
still spat and strangled from the soap
suds with which Noa Noah had gargled
his throat
The house boys were directed to fetch
handouts, and. one by one, the Lunga
runaways were hauled down out OF
their trees and made fast Sheldon
| ironed them in pairs and ran q steel
chain through the links of the irons.
/ Gogoomy was given lecture for his
| mutinous conduct and locked up for the
afternoon Then Sheldon rewarded the
| plantation hands with an afternoons
| holiday. and when they had with
drawn from the compound permitted
| the Port Adams men TO descend from
| the trees. And all afternoon he and
| Joan Ioafed in the cool of the vera nda
| and watched them diving down and
| emptying their sunken canoes Of the
sand and rocks. 1t was twilight when
they embarked and padded away with
| a few broken paddles. A breeze had
| sprung up, and the Fltbberty Gibbe'
| had already sailed for Lunga TO return
the runaways.
experimenting the building Of a bridge
when the schooner Malakula ran in
| close and dropped anchor. Joan watch
ed the taking in Of sail and the swing
| ing out of the boat with sailors inter
est, and herself met the two men wht
| came ashore.
| They seemed awkward and constrain
ed In her precence. and she caught frs
one and then the other looking at he
with secret curiosity. She felt tha
they were weighing her, appraising hez