The Detroit times., 1915-11-22

Ponto gasped The girl-the IL
ington-
Hernandez sneered -You killed
tho g.rl-whom ebe1" he sneered
"Hardlu-of the navy" answered
Ponto His enthusiasm got the bet
ter OF him. "Oh. Senior Captain he
exclaimed, "on 20 the Lost Island OF
/ Cinnabar!"
Hernandez still ciutched him by
the shoulder "On-three PAGES TO
the left. Senior Ponto." be mimicked
He dragged bis lieutenant 10 the
edge OF the clump OF trees and un'
derbrush. where they were standing
He parted the branches OF tree.
He handed Ponto & pair OF binocu-
lars
Take one swift look. my Ponto,
he sneered, only one
Ponto took more than one-he
held his eyes glued TO the glasses.
Then he fell back in smazement.
They live" he cried. Both OF
them"
He stared AZ Hernandez almost in
alright What does il mean" he
repeated.
cit means" said Hernandez grim
ly. that sent a boy to do mans
job You were quite right. | should
have gone myself
Ponto searched his memory. He
Put his hand up 10 his head The
touch OF that wound brought things
hack to him Suddenly, with the
rage OF a Mexican bull, he charged
upon the Brute
1T was you-you-- You pig
you dog It was YOU struck me
down I'll have your blood
His shrek rose into speeches.
less. He seized a cudgel and with
cut cessation belabored the Brute
uEu. the Wan-animal eroanes
Enough. said Hernandez sharp
~ Ponto stopped
"But he tried 10 kill me, senior
captain he cried.
Are you sure?" queried Herman
DEE In the end he saved your life
You didn't know that the whole vii
lage-and half the naval force
ashore followed you into that jun
gle. They didn't get you? Wh>
not-the answer is the Brute, The
quagmlre didn't get you? Why not
the Brute The plague mosquitoes
didn't get you-why not? Probably
the Prute And he brought you
back-the Brute-to me. Beat him
Yes. Eut not too much. Mean.
while, all this is talk wait here
for advice"
lie picked up his glasses and
glanced through them himself re
saw strange and curious sight
Down on the wharf Annette Hing
ton and her party were about to en-
bark in one OF the launches OF the
cruiser Albany tina; lay still anchor
ed In the harbor In Annette's par
~ we're Mademoiselle Irene Cour
tier. Mrs Hardin, Meals mother
Neal Hardin himself. a warrant offi
Ger upon the Albany. and the sur
geon OF the cruiser. There were
one or two other men IN uniform
IN assistant surgeon possibly anc
an ensign. There were blueiackets
But above all. there were natives
galore. Natives by the dozens, by
the hundreds. and all IN rags, The
whole village had turned out 10 dc
homage
"The little white angel" murmur
ed grateful mothers. sinking dowr
in Annette's path and kissing hei
dress as she went by.
I----afff1e little white angel I. cried
fathers, brothers, sisters, sweet
hearts every body All Tortugs was
at hand TO bid her hail and fare
we'll.
Sorry said the ensign at last
but time and tide walt for no man
We must go, Miss Ilington."
I'm ready. said Annette She
was glad OF the interruption, for
strong little girl as she was. she
was on the point OF breaking int
historical tears. You can't e
through plague in Tortuga. and
then be carried into the midst OF q
painless swamp and LEFT to th'
mercy OF mosquitoes and horrible
death-you can't go through all thai
and he a girl and not feel 1t Just 4
little bit.
In fact they all felt II, all OF An
rette's party-all but one. Senoritt
Inez Castro had no time to feel Sh'
had only time to act. She had Other
fsh TO fry.
She looked about her. Suddenly
she saw what she looked for-s
treacherous. slip-shod native had
slipped into the scene and was lean
ing carelessly against a bale or bar
rel on the wharf. He made sigr