Mountain Home Republican. [volume] (Mountain Home, Idaho) 1915-1946, 1915-12-18
EIGHTH INSTALLMENT
THE SUN WORSHIPERS
CHAPTER xxxlV.
The Jungle Trail.


Embodied and stumbling, Neal wa
led for miles over an almost untrot
path.
AS he went he listened and twice
he could have sworn he heard WON
ans voice, a voice that he knew vel
the voice of Annette Ilington. Once
he heard her scream.
Suddenly there was halt There
was much whispering and the low
toned chattering of many people, And
then Neal heard another scream
Meal! Neal!"
There was the trampling of heavy
body through the underbrush and then
the rafting of a heavy chain and what
seemed to be the unlocking of door.
There was another Shrek, then 81.
lence.
Finally without warning Neal was
seized in gigantic pair Of arms,
tossed lightly over huge shoulder
and was carried rapidly along. An.
other door was opened and Neal felt
himself fiung-a bit too violently
into the corner Of a stone-walled apart
ment. A door changed to behind him
and was locked and bolted. A voice
assailed his ears.
Senior" said this voice, "if you
would be relieved of bonds and blinds,
approach me-"
Neal-not without apprehension
started up and staggered in the di.
rection of the voice. A hand swung
him about, Upon his head and wrists
he felt the pressure of cold steel-the
back of sheath knife. His bonds
fell at his feet. He swung about,
stretched his arms and looked. Grin
ming sardonically at him through the
bars was the face of Hernandez and
behind Hernandez with blinking eyes
stood the ever-present brute
I'VE keep you merely for safety,
senior" said Hernandez.
He swung on his heel, thrust the
brute out of sight and disappeared,
Neal noted now that he was con
fined in stone cell-dingy, dirty, mis-
cradle. He jumped at once to the
correct conclusion. This was a fort.
He examined his cell critically. The
mortar was disintegrating. The fort
was very old. He took out his knife |
they had still left him that-and |
stabbed viciously at the space in be-
tween the stones
There was a rattle at the door of |
Meals cell. A native insurrecto
opened the door and set upon the floor
a jug of water and loaf of disreput-
able looking bread. Almost at the
same time there was a rattle at the
door of Annette's dungeon cell. She
ceased her tapping suddenly and
turned. The brute was entering-also
with refreshments, such as they were
Instead of disposing of these at
once, he strobe forward, his huge body
towering above her, and held them out
to her with strange CLEAN in his
eyes. She took the food and drink and
aid them down upon the bench, star
ing at the brute the while. The huge
took this as an invitation.
He shambled closer toward her, never
)nce removing his glance from her up
urned wondering face. Then with
'ut warning he thrust forth a hand
Ind stroked her hair.
Annette was startled Yet there was
10 much docility in the expression of
his half man, half animal, that she
submitted to his touch
md there was something else-some-
hing struggling for expression in
hose strange, wide open eyes.
There was quick step behind the
rute and Hernandez entered. An
ette shrank back into corner of
be cell.
The brute gazed at him, but still
TODD his ground Hernandez in a
age struck him sharply on the Shout
or and thrust him toward the door.