The Lamar register. [volume] (Lamar, Colo.) 1889-1952, 1912-04-03
bvLOUIS JOSEPH VANCE,
ILLUSTRATIONS by
ELLSWORTH YOUNG


stuck In the wanderers throat. Quick,
who had hailed his appearance on the
Rance at Alden as harbinger Of good
luck, had been foully murdered. His
dominant emotion Of the moment, an
intense and pitiful solicitude for the
dying man, threw him of his guard.
Under Its influence he forgot the des
perate case Of which this tragedy
brought all aboard the Rance. put out
his arms. received the falling body.
and let 1t gently to the deck.
But in a trice he was alive again to
his own peril. In the twinkling of an
eye he saw a flash of light gliding to-
wards him with resistless impetus.
mtuitively he swung to one side, to
the right, and leapt to his feet At
that the knife. kris sinuous and
keen. ran cold upon the flesh Of his
chest, slit through his shirt, caught
in the thong that held the Pool Of
Flame. and tore out, leaving tapping
hole and scraping hands breadth
Of skin from his forearm. Needless
Of this, only in fact subconsciously
aware that the channels bag had fallen
to the deck, he caught at the hand
that had welded the kris; his fingers
closed about the wrist, and, bracing
himself. he swung the assassin OF his
feet SO doing, his fingers slipped on
the mans greasy skin and he stum-
bled OF his balance.
His object, however. had been ac-
complished. The murderer, hurled a
yard or more through the air, fell and
slid along the deck into a group Of
lascars. one Of whom. like Q nine-pin.
was Knocked over and fell atop Of
him.
ward, revolver poised to administer
the Quietus to the murderer-an ami
able intention which was. however,
doomed to Illustration. With almost
inconceivable swiftness the group Of
lascars had become q mere tangle Of
arms and legs. melange Of strug-
Cling limbs and bodies. Where he
had thought to find a single PROSTATE
form. there were six struggling In con-
fusion on the deck.
Eur . thought he stayed his finger
on the trigger, waiting to pick out the
undermost and slay him first of all,
unwilling, furthermore, to waste one
Of the four invaluable cartridges re-
naming In his revolver. And then
Unexpectedly the tragedy seemed over
and done with altogether.
From the bottom of the heap of bod
les terrible cry of mortal anguish
shrilled loud; and almost at once the
mob seemed to resolve into its orig
inal elements. Five lascars crawled,
arose. or flung themselves away from
the sixth. who lay inert. prone. limbs
still twitching, a knife buried in his
back.
For thought the tableau held,
there in the pure brilliance OF the
moonlight; the half dozen standing
figures. ORourke a space apart from
the rest, and two bodies. the one face
down. Quick with face to the stars,
each with its dread background; a
black stain that grew and spread slow
ly upon the white. dazzling
Quietly the tallest Of the lascars
moved forward, knelt and drew. the
knife from the back of his dead fell
low. He Strengthened up, facing
O'Rourke without a tremor, his eyes
af1re, and wiped the blade of the kris
on his cummerbund.
do not shoot, sahib," he said
smoothly in excellent English. do
not shoot, sahib, for 1t is who have
avenged. This dog" and with his toe
he stirred the thing at his feet, ran
amok. Now he is dead"
This was the serang who spoke.
O'Rourke eyed him coldly through a
prolonged silence. At length, THAT
seems quite evident" he admitted
coolly. Pick up that body and throw
It overheard" he commanded sharply
In obedience to sign from the Sc
rang, two Of the lascars seized the
body. A subsequent splash oversize
told the Irishman that his order had
been carried out. But he heard it
abstractedly, confronted as he was
with a problem whose difficulty was
not to be underestimated, the problem
embodied In the statuesque, impertur-
bable serang.
It was hard to know what to do,
what to believe, what action to take
II he were right In his surmise, the Sc
rang should rightly be shot down in
stantly, without an instants respite.
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