The review. [volume] (High Point, N.C.) 1908-19??, 1915-12-16

| LOCK the woman IN CABIN" com.
manded Neal, land keep guard upo,
her day and night"
All night he lay, chained heaviIy
solitary, in the lazarette, working out
his own salvation-not eternal but
material. And he always came to enc
| conclusion-"I1I beat them yet"
All night the pilot puzzled his head
over his compass.
AS dawn broke, in the crows nest
aloft, the lookout shaded his eyes with
his hand-then with the same aand
shaded his mouth.
| Land ho!" he cried, land ho!"
Neal heard him and hurried 10 the
pilots side. Cant be Lost ISLE" he
| exclaimed.
Must be-" said the pilot, we're
headed straight for her-straight as
the crow flies, sir. But I can't Under
stand it, either-blest if T."
The sentence was unfinished. With
terrific shock the vessel crashed into.
an unseen reef-an unknown reef for
they had ventured into uncharted seas
Neal understood the danger The
shock was too terrific to be ignored
It meant a wreck-it would be a mat.
ter of minutes only before she filled.
Man the boats" he cried, order
all on deck. Make haste"
He rushed in person to Annettes
door and threw it open. In person he
lifted Annette and her mother into
the first boat. Inez also was included.
It was lowered safely. Neal turned to
his Crew. Get the lazarette prisoner"
he commanded, drag him into this
boat here. Be about it now
Hernandez, in a frenzy of fear had
been beating with his chains upon the
barred door of the lazarette. They
dragged him forth, his face working
with fear and rage, and bundled him
into the second boat-the Brute leap
something happened-the gear broke.
The boat dropped-its one end still
held to the tackle-and plunged ~
human burden into the sec beneath,
Hernandez, heavJ with his irons,
chung to the Brute. The Brute was
still paragon Of strength. With both
Hernandez hands upon his brawny
shoulders-with the dragging weight
of Hernandez irons upon him, he
swan, with even, steady strokes
toward the shore-swam for an hoy,
tirelessly, like some huge dog.
Suddenly his feet touched sand.
Neal and Annette stood upon strip
of beach, staring all about them
This" said Annette. must be Lose
Isle-and the admiral was right-it ID
deserted. Unless we find Robinson
Crusoe -possibly-my father
Neal shook his head. I'm not sure
it's Lost Isle" he commented, and
I'm not sure it's deserted. See that
turn in the short Hne-let's round the
corner and have a better look"
Around the corner, some three-quaf
ters Of mile away, group of naked
natives clustered greedily about fire
Above the fire something-horribI!
gruesome-turned and turned upon
slowly-revolving spit. Scattered abou
upon the ground. were humaF
skulls.
One of the natives held up his arms
uttering cultural sounds and polnteE
off the shore. The whole crowd broke
into a run-reached the shore ano
waited.
Two men staggered from the water
toward the beach.
The group of natives set up yeV
of triumph here, then, were
two more human skulls-two more
gruesome forms to be turned upon
spit over a hot fire. Yes. Mariner
were quite right. These were indeed
uncharted seas-Hernandez and LUZ
Brute were pioneers.
The Brute looked straight aheaa
He placed his arm about his maSlefl
quivering shoulders and stepped W
out of the sea, straight into thai di@
bolical group of twentieth-centuI
anthropophagi. The Brute kne" Nv
fear. The black brutes reached lor'D
clutching hands and touched ELL
seized Hernandez. The bruI'
stretched forth a hand, seized sar
age by the neck, and Whirled IL,
round and round about his head, Slflt
ing the black men right aH'
Then he tossed his captive lnt'
the sea, leaving him to struggle wv
as best he might.
There was wild cry among the ~
tives-then suddenly, they prostF@''-
themselves before the Brute ,m
He has white face-white peaiU
they told each other. down, DOW
your faces. He is god--our 60"
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