Arizona republican., 1914-07-10
CHAPTER XI. The P0Wer of dn Amulet.

and still lose track of the papers for which he had fought so hard. And the diary with his life's story, his mapped out scheme of revenge the pie ture of the woman he loved which he had kept many years No, she had always felt that the man far from defeated even though the belt had been thrown away long since and the contents transferred to bag she carried next her heart.
 Times there when she would have fled from the place in a sudden fit of hysteria induced by thinking of the urgency for the information in her possession being in Manila. Cooler thought always made her grapple with the impulse for haste and place herself in the hands of this superior power which had looked over her through such startling happenings.
 If the international spy at work-and at work she kney he assuredy was, now he had located her-why did he not strike? That was the hardest part of her stay in the village-the constant strain ct waiting for the inevitable
 The thought grew to be an obsession. She longed for something to do, something to occupy her mind that she might get the terror out of her waking moments. She tried to think of the place in which she lived, what it was, who these people were, whether there might not be some chance of getting back to civilization, but Hugo Loubeque was too dominant figure in the working out of her ambition to allow of anything else coming in.
 It was the fourth day that her attention was irTesistihly drawn to native whose facial traits differed materially from tLat of any of the men she had seen about the village that she studied him more closely. Everything and every body drew her scrutiny now. In every nook and corner she looked, suspectng something, she had no idea what, to happen that would be engineered by Loubeque She had read the mans diary so constantly in her effort to study out the possible limitations of the man that it had become an obsession with her.
 The man was seated, cross legged upon a fallen log just little ways beyond the village. His eyes were narrow slits that emitted sharp slants of evil light when they fell upon her. light that frightened her and made her turn hurriedly back toward her hut
 She had not made over twenty steps before an unseen menace cast it's shadow upon her heart. Though she could hear nothing, she knew un- consciously that the man was following her at such pace he obviously doing so for pur. pose. She knew to would Ike the man more confident. By an effort she conquered the impulse, trying to bring her pace to slow walk. Then she realized the futiity of such method.
 Slowly, relentlessly, the pat pat of the nn- tive's feet came to her. She halted and whirled upon him. The sits of eyes met her own and she read there the light of an unconquerabe pur- pose. Her lips opened but no words would come. She had not especially feared the Chief of the village and his followers, but this man was dif- ferent, different in every way
 Cautiously, stealthily he advanced upon her There deathlike coldness about him that reminded her of the she knew to be his mas- ter, the under whose orders he was doing this thing. Her breath was coming fast but she knew she could do nothing unless the Providence that had looked over her up to now should in- tervent more. She could feel the glitter of his eyes, could read the meaning in the terrible