The Fairmont West Virginian. (Fairmont, W. Va.) 1904-1914, 1914-09-01

the white people departed. They had
caused enough damage by their ap'
pearance and 1t might be that 1t was
through their agency that the prom
ontory was all but destroyed. Tho
fish would be driven away for weeks.
And what would the fierce gun run
ners say when they found out that their
stores had gone up in flame and
smoke? All, al! What would they do
but beat them and torture them for
permitting any one to enter the cave!
when these men come" answered
the chief, with dry smile, 81 will deal
with them Mono Of us has entered
the cave. They know me for man OF
truth. Perhaps you are right" he add
ed to the mutineer. There could not
have been treasure there and escape
the sharp eyes OF those Arabs Go
back to your homes. These white pea
pie shall be my guests till they have
rested and are ready to depart"
Reluctantly the men dispersed, and
from his hiding place Umballa saw an
other of lis schemes fall into pieces.
There would be no fight, at least for
the present. The men, indeed, had
hoped to come to actual warfare, but
they could not force war on their chief
without some good cause. After all,
the sooner tho white people were out
of the way the better for all con-
cerned.
Did the leader of this open mutiny
have Interior designs upon the treas
ure, upon the life Of Umballa? Per.
haps. At any rate, events SO shaped
themselves as to nullify whatever
plans he had formed in his gold-dazzled
brain.
The colonel was tractable and fell
in with Kathlyn's idea. 1t would have
been nothing short of foolhardiness to
have openly antagoni2ed the rebellious
men.
You have plan, Kit. but what 10
it?"
Il dare not tell you here. You are
too excited. But believe can lead
you TO where Umballa has buried the
basket. / feel that Umballa is watch
ing every move we mako. And ! dare
say he hoped-and even iDstigated-
this mutiny to end in disaster for US.
lie Is alone. So much we eau rely
upon. But If we try to meet him open
ly we shall lose. Patience for little
while. There. they are leaving US.
They are grumbling, but do not be-
lleve that means anything serious"
Now, then, white people" said the
chief, come to my house. You are
welcome there, now and always. You
have this day saved my life and that
of my child. l am grateful"
Inside the hut Kathlyn drew the
child toward her and gently pressed
open the tightly clutched fingers. She
plucked the sovereign from the little
pink palm and held 1t up. The chtDd's
father seized 1t, wonderingly.
Gold! They lied to mo! l knew
IT."
YES" said Bruce. "They did find
the treasure. They brought 1t here
and buried it quickly. And we believe
your little girl knows where. Question
her"
1t was not an easy matter. The child
was naturally shy. and the presence OF
nil these white.skinned people struck
her usually babbling tongue with a
species of paralysis. But her father
was patient, and word by word the Sc
cret was dragged out of her. She told
Of tho stolen bullock cart. OF the dig
ging in the sand. of the holy one.
In some manner they must lure UNI
balla from his retreat. 1t was finally
agreed upon that they all return to the.
camp and steal back at once In a,
roundabout way. They would come
sufficiently armed. Later, the chief
oould pretend to be walking with his
child.
So while Umballa stole forth from
his hiding place, reasonably certain
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