Honolulu star-bulletin. [volume] (Honolulu [Oahu, Hawaii]) 1912-2010, 1916-04-08

man-eaters had sinister designs upon
4 his master 49,.
4 Finally they entered wide clear.
T ing. In the middle OF this clearing
| was village of struggling huts and
tents II was a CHASTITY village-an
/ ill-smelling village Scattered about
/ il 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 cannibals that
I had surrounded him and his compan-
/ ion, we're merely side issue. Here
was city-here 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. ...E.. H.. -
"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 gro
tesquely daubed with clay. In front
| of this he paused and chanted some
weird song. A figure, huge and I'M
wieldy, appeared in the doorway. Huge
and unwieldy as he was, he was a
pygmy compared with the big Brute.
He was a chief, this man, and he
looked it, every inch. He was the
greasiest, the dirtiest, of all the
greasy, dirty crew. In his right hand
he held bone. Now and then he
gnawed upon it-now and then he
used it as a scepter He extended it
and touched the approaching native
on the forehead. The latter bowed
then turned and pointed at the Brute.
This" he jabbered in his native
tongue, lis a god, and risen from the
sea. He is hungry. He would eat"
The chief in turn threw himself upon
his face He called to all the multi
tude, and babe them do likewise. Then
he remembered He rose and signed
to the Brute.
HE is hungry" he repeated. ''The
god would eat" .~. Is
Then he led the way to the fire.
The brute stared at it contempla-
lively. He smiled. j.. S..
'The god is pleased" exclaimed the
~, p.
He cast from him the bone he had
been holding He made another sign.
The Brute glanced to one side. There
upon the ground, wild eyed with fright,
lay three human beings.
Upon one of these miserable VIC
tins dozen men now pounced. They
lifted him, writing, into the air, and
started toward the flames. They were
about to fling him ahross the flames
when something happened.
The Brute understood. With one
bound he was upon them, and with
wide sweeps of his powerful hands
and arms he scattered them right
and left.
There was a wild murmur against
this outrage sudden handling of
spears and stone heads, but the Brute
never needed the cutlery. Instead he
calmly stopped over each victim, one
by one, and tore the bonds of each
apart, and set them free. He held
back the angry mob while the three
captiyss trotted nimbly off into the
nearby jungle.
The chief stared at him astounded.
He might, indeed, have Drained the
Brute with his club had he not felt
the terrific grip of the Brute upon him.
Then he realized-onee more-that the
Brute was not mere man after all.
There was a wild clamor, but the
chief stilled it with uplifted hand.
Then the leader of the beach band.
stepped forward and saluted.
"He has his own captive" he wills
pered to the chief, ''see, yonder. He
brought him with him, out of the sea-.
The chief understood. He gave an
order. A dozen more braves sprang
toward Hernandez and bore him to
the chief. The chief pointed toward
the poles and the green vines lying
torn upon the ground. In an instant,
Hernandez lay prostrate-in another
instant half his clothes were torn from
his back T. F.. H..
Beast" he shrieked, save me,
Beast" --.... E.
The Brute saved him. He charged
into their midst like a raging bull-he
tore Hernandez from their grasp.
The Brute snarled in his throat-he
kicked and clutehed and clawed at the
little nucleus of savages. They fell
back before him as before whirlwind
they were stunned. ...
Again, murmurs But again the
murmurs were silenced by the chief
himself!
HE is his own captive" said the
chief to his followers, ''let him do as
he will" F.. =.
Hernandez, once upon his feet, was
not slow to act. ...
Quick" he said to the Brute, get
a stone = two stones. Knock these
wristlets from my hands"
He held out his manacled wrists
the Brute understood and obeyed.
With his two hands free, Hernandez
brain was working once again. Quick
as a flash he stopped and picked up a
short piece of twisted vine. Raising
| his hand high in air, he brought this
piece of vine-a singing, snakelike
whip-swishing down upon the head
and shoulders of the Brute.
| The Brute covered, cringed, whim-