Mountain Home Republican. [volume] (Mountain Home, Idaho) 1915-1946, 1916-01-15

Lock the woman In cabin" COM
manded Neal, and keep guard upon
her day and night"
All night he lay, chained heavily,
solitary, in the lazarette, working out
his own salyation-not eternal, but
material And he always came to one
conclusion---"Ill 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 hand
shaded his mouth.
Land ho!" he cried, land ho!"
Neal heard him and hurried to the
pilots side. Cant be Lost Isle," he
exclaimed.
Must be- said the pilot, we're
headed straight for her--straight az
the crow flies, sir But ] can't under
stand it, either-blest IL l."
The sentence was unfinished. With
a 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.
1t meant wreek-it would be a mat
ter of minutes only before she filed.
Man the boats" he cried, order
all on deck. Make haste"
He rushed in person to Annette's
door and threw 1t open. In person he
lifted Annette and her mother into
the first boat. Inez also was included.
1t was lowered safely. Neal turned to
his crew. Get the lazarette prisoner"
he commanded drag him into this
boat here. Be about 1t 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
Ing in behind, Half way down the side
something happened--the gear broke.
The boat dropped-its one end still
held to the tackle-and plunged its
human burden into the sea beneath.
Hernandez, heavy 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 hour,
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 Lost
Isle-and the admiral was right--it 10
deserted. Unless we find Robinson
Crusoe here -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 line-let's round the
corner and have better look"
Around the corner, some three-quar.
tiers of a mile away, group OF naked
natives clustered greedily about a fire.
Above the fire something-horribly
ruesome-turned and turned upon
slowly-revolving spit Scattered about
upon the ground, were human
skulls.
One of the natives held up his arms,
uttering cultural sounds and pointed
off the shore. The whole crowd broke
4..4o I'D
waited.
Two men staggered from the water
toward the beach.
The group of natives set up yell
of triumph here, then, were
two more human skulls-two more
gruesome forms to be turned upon a
spit over a hot fire. Yes. Mariners
were quite right. These were indeed,
uncharted seas-Hernandes and the
Brute were pioneers.
The Brute looked straight ahead.
He placed his arm about his masters
quivering shoulders and stepped up
out OF the sea, straight into that dia-
bolical group Of notwithstanding
anthropophagi. the Brute knew no
fear The black brutes reached forth
clutching hands and touched him
aeized Hernandez. The Brlte
stretched forth hand, seized Rsv.
age by the neck, and whiried him
round and round aboua his head, s'sik-
ing the black men right and
Then he tossed his captive into
the sea. leaving him to struggle out
as best he might
There was wild cry among the ma
tives-then suddenly, they Frustrated
themselves before the Brute.
He has a white face-white beard"
they told each other, down, down ON
your faces. He is god--our god"
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