Evening public ledger. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, 1916-09-14
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LIE RUSHED into the house and snatchod
L L from the rife crack one OF the six Lee
Metfords reposing there In apple-pie order.
each with a filled magazine attached and a
cartridge already In position.
Then he ran. with long swift strides. not
through the trees where he could see
nothing, but toward the beach, whence. In
forty yards, the place where Iris probably
was would become visible.
AT once he saw her struggling In the
grasp OF two Notwithstanding Dyaks. one.
oy hs garments person of consequence,
the other a half-naked savage. hideous and
repulstve In appearance. Around them
seven men. armed with guns and parangs,
we're dancing with excitement.
Iris's captors were endeavoring to tie her
arms, but she was a strong and active
Englshwoman, with muscles well knit by
the constant labor OF recent busy days and
frame developed by years of horse riding
and tennis playing. The pair evidently
found her a tough handful. and tho inferior
Dyak either to stop her screams--for she
was shrielxing Robert, come to me !" with
all her mght-or to stlfe her into submis-
sion. roughly placed his huge hand over her
mouth.
These things the sailor noticed Instantly.
Some men, brave to rashness, ready as he to
give his life to save her, would have raced
madly over the intervening ground, scarce
furlong, and attempted a heroic combat
Of one against nine.
Not so jerks.
With the methodcai exactness of the
parade ground he settled down on one knee
and leveled the rife. At that range the
Lee-Metford bullet travels virtually point
blank. Usually II is deficient In stopping"
power, but he had provided against this
little drawback by notching all the cart
ridges I'm the six rifles after the effective
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Atkins during the Tirah campaign.
None of the Dyaks saw him. All were in
tent on the sensational prize they had Sc
cured, young and beautiful white woman
SO contentedly roaming about the shores Of
this Fetish island With the slow speed ad-
vised by the Roman philosopher. the back
sight and foresight OF the Lee-Metford came
into line with the breast OF the coarse brute
clutching the girls face.
Then something bit him above the heart
and simultaneously tore half of his back
into fragments, He fell. with queer sob,
and the others turned to face this unexpec-
ted danger.
Iris, knowing only that she was free from
that hateful grasp. wrenched herself free
from the chiefs hold, and ran with all her
might along the beach, to jerks and safety.
Again, and yet again, the rife gave its
short. sharp snarl, and two more Dyaks
collapsed on the sand. Six were left, their
leader being still unconsclously preserved
from death by the figure of the flying girl
fourth Dyak dropped
The survivors, cruel sayages but not cow
ards, unslung their guns. The sailor. white
faced, grim. with an unpleasant CLEAN In
his deep-set eyes and a lower jaw protrud-
ing, noticed their preparations.
ITO the left !" he shouted. Run toward
the trees"
Iris heard him and strove to obey. But
her strength was failing her and she stag
az
forts she lurched feebly to her knees and
tumbled face downward on the broken coral
that had tripped her faltering footsteps.
Jenks was watching her, watching the
remaining Dyaks. from whom a sputtering
volley came picking out his quarry with
the murderous ease OF terrier In rat
pit Something like a bee In violent
hurry hummed past his ear and a rock near
his right foot was struck tremendous
blow by an unseen agency. He liked this.
II would be battle. not battue.
The NTH Dyak crumpled into the dis
tortion of death. and then their leader