The Lakeland evening telegram. (Lakeland, Fla.) 1911-1922, 1915-12-27
Thirteenth INSTALLMENT
WHITE GODS
CHAPTER w.
Anthropophaai.

tehC iactOrS even Win savage tribe.
The raan-eaters OF this South Pacific
island, cringed in terror before the
blank and staring eyes of the big
Brute.
His blank and staring eyes! They,
too, had their weird effect
"Lock-see," whimpered this crowd
of latter-day cannibals, the one to the
other, "he sees across the world-he
talks with spirits-he is a god!"
The Brute, save for the slight weav-
ing of his massive figure from side to
side, stood quiet and impassive He
was wholly unafraid.
Behind him, however, crouched an.
other figure that told another story.
Hernandez, his hands still manacled,
trembled with fear. But he was still
resourceful-he knew his power.
Beast" he whispered-and tremu.
lous though it was, it still was COM
mand, Beast, you've got them down.
Seize, the foremost spike and run them
through. Be quick"
The Brute heard his masters voice,
and Immediately obeyed. He stopped,
and STOPPING, wrenched from the fore.
most naked figure the deadly weapon
that the latter held within his grasp.
1t was relinquished without a struggle.
Its former possessor stretched himself
full upon the ground, waiting the death
thrust. His savage companions drew
back upon their launches, their eyes
glowing with religious fervcr.
"A sacrifice" they cried, "a sacri.
fee"
But there was no sacrifice Instead,
the Brute merely held the spear aloft
for moment-held it in the air with
both his hands. Then he brought It
crushing down across his knee, and
broke it clean in twain.
"Eye-yah!" There was an ejacula.
ton of wonder-of brute applause for
brute strength.
The erstwhile possesscr of the spear
as ugly-faced an individual as ever
ate a pound of human fiesh-touched
the Brute uron the shoulder and point.
ed toward the Jungle
Follow him, Beast" cried Herman
DEE bit irnpatiently, nothing can
harm us now
For the first time the Brute seemed
conscious of his masters presence. He
turned and faced Hernandez. He
grunte6 in uncertainty.
'Look-see," said the leader, in his
cultural accents and primitive tongue,
look-see. This man is his captive.
The god is hungry. He would eat"
The leader pointed to the manacled
hands of Hernandez. He made a sign
"a sign Immediately obeyed. A dozen
blacks sprang forward, seized Her.
nandez and swung his body to their
shoulders. Then at another word of
command. they started off, jog trot to-
ward the jungle. Hernandez strug-
gled like maniac, but to no purpose.
Then he yelled:
Follow, Beast, follow" he cried.
Save me. Come"
The Brute followed, wondering. Not
for one instant did he suspect the
man-eaters had sinister designs upon
his master
Finally they entered a wide clear
ing In the middle of this clearing
was village of struggling huts and
tents. 1t was a CHASTITY village-aa
ill-smelling village. Scattered about
1t were skulls and bones enough to
furnish jolly Rogers to hundred pi.
rate ships. 1t became clear then to
Hernandez that the party on the beach
the small company of cannihals that
had surrounded him and his compan-
ion, we're merely side issue. Here
was city-here a multitude. He had
little time, however, for reflection. He
was flung violently to the ground The
leader of the little band touched the
Brute upon the breast and made
sign.
'Look-see," he signed. The Brute
followed, staring, mildly wondering,
possibly-perhaps not wondering at
all.
The leader led the way to a rude
hut. larger than the rest, and go