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spoils were theirs. They shouldered
him aside, and went on.
They didn't get far. The Brute was
| fresh-he had been resting. With one
I fell swoop he once more charged upon
them, and tore them-broke them with
! MS hands, broke their backs across his
knees-cracked their skulls with a SIN
gle blow, He swept them all before him,
carrying \the fight across the clearing.
He seized one of the long poles and
moved them down like grain.
He was more than one mamie was
ten. But he was only ten-no more.
Meantime. Meals captors, determin-
ed on a little private vengeance, had
trussed him up, or tried to. But that
tough young man, having partially re-
vived, permitted his captors-there
were but two-to go just so far. Then
he came to life, and applied the gentle
art of jiu Jitsu to each of them in turn.
It was effective-and bone breaking.
Then Neal saw-and his heart leap
ed. Annette for the moment was desert
ed. The fight was conferred on the
| Brute. Neal sprang to Annette, and
with deft fingers loosed her bonds. He
lifted her gently to his shoulder and
started off,
He was too late. For the fight with
the brute was over. For one instant
the Brute had left open q vulnerable
, point-his defense had failed. With a
mighty swing of a mighty war club,
one of his antagonists dealt him a
swinging, deadly blow upon the head.
The Brute fell like a log.
Then somebody saw Neal and An
nette.
Like a tidal wave the whole crowd
surged back to their fair victim.
God help us-help u.s." he cried in
desperate need.
At that moment there was a ringing
volley of rifle shots. A dozen savages
fell dead. The rest turned to face an
other foe-a new kind. Out Of the
bushes sprang a squad Of marines from
the Missouri. They had landed in re-
Spouse to Meals wireless. They had
struck the trail. They had arrived
just in the nick Of time.
Pick your man." cried Neal, fire
ah."
With a wild shout the savage crew
turned and fled-fled in vain, each pur-
sued by a man in uniform each out
matched by one man.
And when the squad finished, there
was no village-and no villagers.
Neal saluted the officer in charge,
and apoIogized. Wasn't my business
to give orders, sir" he smiled, but If
you u pSeu my pl1CS
The officer saluted in his turn. Don't
worry son." he said. you'll be in my
place if you keep on fighting like that
you'll keep going up-and up
Neal revived Annette-no very diff
cult task, for Annette Ilington had in
berited from some source remarkable
strength and endurance and wonderful
nerve. He found his mother still in
sensible, but suffering only from the
shock.
Its a good thing" Annette whisper
Ell to b;n, that she didn't see it ALL
Neal clenched his hands. IT'S a bad
thing any of us saw it." he exclaimed,
somebody's got to pay for this-some-
body's got TO pay"
With Annette clinging to him he
strobe over to group Of seamen who
clustered about an object on the ground.
The lieutenant was bending over the
Brute.
He still lives" said the lieutenant,
he may pull throughput that's not
saying much"
Annette kneeled down by the figure
Of the Brute. lie must live she muir
INJURED, hes saved my life-not once
but many times"
In small boat out at sea-a boat
and Inez Castro glided over the sur
face Of a placid ocean.
"On--to Lost Isle.' cried Hernandez
in gIee.
Inez stared, motionless, expression
less, into space.
Horrible" she moaned DULY, "horri-
BILE. Oh, God"
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