The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1912-04-14


Lock him up for tonight" Sheldon
said to Kwaque. Sun he come up
put m that fella and five fella belong
him along grass cutting. SavveeT"
There will be trouble with Gogoomy
yet" Sheldon said to Joan, as the boss
boys marshalled their gangs and led
them away TO their work. Keep an
eye on him Be careful when you are
riding alone on the plantation. The
loss of those Winchesters and all that
ammunition has hit him harder than
your cutting did. He is dead ripe for
mischief"
"I wonder what has become of Tu-
dor. It's two months since he disap-
peared into the bush, and not a word
Of him after he left Binu.''
Joan Lakeland was sitting astride
her horse by the bank Of the Balesuna,
where the sweet corn had been plant
ed. and Sheldon was leaning against
her horses shoulder.
Eyes. it is a long time for no news
to have trickled down." be answered,
watching her keenly from under his
hat brim and wondering as to the
measure of her anxiety for the ad-
venturous gold hunter. but Tudor
will come out all right. He did thing
at the start that wouldn't have given
him or any other man credit for-per.
suaded Binu Charley to go along with
him. I'll wager no other Binu niger
has ever gone so far into the bush
unless to be kai kai'd."
LOOK! Lookr' Joan cried in low
voice, pointing across the narrow
stream to slack eddy, where a huge
crocodile drifted like a log awash.
ugh! The filthy beasts! hate theml
1 hate Them
And yet you go diving among
sharks" Sheldon chided- Just the
same, wish could swim as well as
you. Maybe it would beget confidence
such as you have"
do you know think 1t would be
nice to be married to a man such as
you seem to be becoming" she remark
ed, with one Of her abrupt changes that
always astounded him. II should think
you could be trained into a very good
husband-you know, not one OF the
domineering kind, but one who con-
sidered his wife was just as much
an individual as himself and just as
much free agent. Really, you know.
l think you are improving"
She laughed and rode away, leav-
n him cost HnrrU ho no
thought there had been one bit OF coy
ness in her words, one feminine futter,
one womanly attempt at deliberate lure
and encouragement he would have
been elated. But be knew absolutely
that It was the boy and not the woman
who had so daringly spoken.
Joan rode through twenty acres of
uncleared cane. The grass was waist
high and higher, and as she rode
along she remembered that Gogoomy
was one OF gang of boys that had
been detailed to the grass cutting. A
little farther on she heard voices and
reined In and listened. 1t was Go
goomy talking.
Dog he stop m along house, night
time he walk about" Gogoomy was
saying. You fella boy catch m one
fella pig, put IN kai-kai, belong him
dog along one big fella fish hook.
S'pose dog he walk about catch m kali
kai, you fella boy catch M dog alice
same one shark. Dog he finish close
up. Big fella marster sleep along big
fslla house. White Mary sleep along
pickaninny house One fella Adamu
he stop along outside pickaninny house.
You fella boy finish IN dog, finish m
Adamu. finish m big fella marster,
finish IN white Mary, finish IN alto.
gether. Plenty musket he stop, plenty
powder. pleEty mahawk. plenty knife
too much"
me catch IN pig sun he go down."
spoke up one whose thin falsetto voice
Joan recognized as belonging to Cosse,
one OF Gogoomy's tribesmen.
"Me catch IN dog" said another
And me catch IN white fella Mary"
Gogoomy cried triumphantly. me
catch I'M Kwaque he die along him
quick"
This much Joan heard of the plan to
murder, and then her rising wrath
proved too much for her discretion.
She spurred her horse into the grass,
crying:
What name you fella boy, eh What
nameT'
They arose, scrambling and scatter
| ing, and to her surprise she saw there
were a dozen Of them. AS she looked
in their glowering faces and noted the
heavy, two-foot hacking cane knives
in their hands, she became suddenly
aware of the rashness of her act. If
only she had her revolver or rife, all
would have been well. But she had
carelessly ventured out unarmed.
ITO much talk along you fella boy"
she said severely. TOO much talk,
too little work. SAWYER
Gogoomy made no reply, but, ap-
parently shifting weight, he slid one
foot forward. The other boys, spread
fanwise about her, were also sliding
forward, the cruel cane knives In their