The daily sentinel., 1914-06-17


bundles into the black yawning hold. Then she
edged closer She must be aboard the boat when
il sailed Her pretty teeth closed upon her un-
der lip Closer and closer 10 the laborers, she
moved, cautious, furtive.
CHAPTER XIV.
Wherein Doomed Non Smile.
THROUGH the torturesome days in tho open
boat, through the agonizing nights Hugo
Loubeque had tenderly ministered 10 the girl.
Through the days when he watched her lowering
about the black borderland of Death in the
house to which he had been recommended by his
subordinate, the Governor Of the province to
which the fishing smack that rescued them bore
them, his brain had fed upon one thought.
nourishing his body 10 constantly renewed life.
The papers in the possession of Captain Weth-
erell must be found.
The method of their finding troubled him.
He could not, powerful though he was, concenr
trate sufficiently under ths terrific strain upon
his body To study out the best method of proce-
duTe. The day before he Lucille was out of
danger, the problem was answered for him by
call from the Governor of the province, in whom
he recognized man he had been instruu 'ntal
in aiding, and who feared him greatly.
Instantly 1t was all clear TO him Here was
one he need fear making confession to. He
had found out, aboard the boat exactly where
the shipment of arms was 70 be made. He knew
Wetherell might go hundreds of miles out OF his
before the vengeful man-of-war, but he
also knew that the goods must be landed ut the
designated place before he received his pay.
likewise, Hugo Loubeque sufficiently fuInil-
lar with Chinese officials TO know this one would
welcome the chance to show his devotion TO the
government interests by making such confsca-
ton, the international spy broaohed to him.
Leaving sum of money with the nurse
Ioubeque decided thnt when Lucille recovered
she would be sufficiently well provided for to get
word to her people and escape from this, tho
last of her adventures. With feeling of intense
relief at knowing she could not incur his hatred
further, that she had reached the end of her re-
a ed al mel kai iar
aboard the fighting craft provided for their
transport and sailed toward the spot where the
delivery TO be made
There in a tiny islet he arrived barely a day
before the yacht put In with Its Illicit cargo
Loubeque trembled at tho narrow margin by
which he had reached the spot 1t made him
doubly fierce when, from their ambuacade. he fell
upon the bost's crew with his Mongolian soldiers,
The .kirmish lasted scant hour but already
the spy had discovered that Wetherel, the
he wanted, not with the outfit and he began
laying plans for taking the yacht
Captain Wetherell impatiently waiting for
his TO return for second load, had finally
tired and bringing 1t asllore himself raging
at the delay he had been compelled undergo
from the chase they had led the warship and
fairly wild at the datoriness of his first
mate. His temper had soured completely after
his rebuff by Lucille and the mutiny He knew
exactly the terms he with his men, knew
that this would probably be his last trip for all
the crew had heard the name OF Hugo Loubequs.
whose power extended over thousands of men in
every quarter of the globe He had determined
to lose himself completely that he might escape
the vengeance of the spy's friends, when. from
the Shore suddenly shot out the boat his mate
had taken In, but instead of 3- crew he knew
well, the oars were now b'dng manned by
Chinese soldiers
Weakened from the gloomy day dreams in
which he had been indulgng he tried to put
back, but his orders became confused and before
he was well of what had happened. ha
found the side of his boat battering against that
of the other, with soldiers piling reckiessy upon
his small crew. laying about them with sword
and revolver butt.
He caught "a flash of Loubeque laying about
him, saw that resistance utterly useless.
Swiftly his hand sought the precious bag in
which the papers he had stolen from
Lucille. He drew it open hurriedly, the sealed
packet of papers-w'hich formed the major bulk
Of its contents-and the diary Milling at his feet.
He felt Loubeque's eyes upon him, caught a flash
of the spy AS he sprang at him, with derisive
laugh hurled the bag with the heavy packet
overheard.
Without seconds hesitation. the spy was
in the water after IT. Wetherell fairly choked
with rage as he the man he hated close his
hand over the bag. Then he conscious of the
diary still in the bottom OF the boat and picking
1t up, thrust IL in his shirt Loubeque was lifted
back into the boat by his anxious men who, hav-
ing rescued their leader, turned upon the cap
tain to wreak vengeance for tho plunge.
wetherel sco,yled heavily Hugo Loubeque
brushed against him, his face smiling grimly as
he looked, down into the eyes of the yacht
master.
self of me. Now, think the sight OF you max
ing "A little jaunt up Hill With sworr'smsn
behind you studying the cleanest place to take
that head from your shoulders would be about
as pleasant as anything I'd care to look at
Wetherell did not answer. Only, even after
being bound, the feel of the diary that had
dropped from the bag gave him some comfort.
And so despite the fact that Loubeque described
exactly q scene such the captain had peruon-
ally witnessed many times In his cruising about
these waters; despite the fact that he had failed
in his vengeance in his enterprise despite all
these things Captain wetherells lips were curl
ing at the corners in something strangely like
smile
fContinued Next Week.)