Atlanta semi-weekly journal. (Atlanta, Ga.) 1898-1920, 1916-02-08
CONTINUED from Last Issue.)

Snakes" returned the mate, PICK
'em yourself and I'll give 'em to YOU"
You'll pick en-" grinned Neal, the
gang'lI make you do it." .
"The gang began the other. Then
he stopped. With a wild yell he darted
up the beach, Neal by his side.
whats happened" stammered Neal,
where are"
He said no more. BY this time they
were standing on the blackened en-
bers of scattered fre-by the rude
hut shattered and broken-and by two
or three red splotches that stained the
white sand and soaked it.
Neal. his face gone white with ter
ror, clutched the mate by the arm.
Blood" he gasped, blood. Whose
blood. You tell me that"
Then the two men-only two-still
side by side, sped on toward the jun
gle. The footprints led that way. At
the grove of palms they stopped. They
glanced about uncertainty.
Here" cried Neal, darting forward,
"a bit Of Annette's dress. Come on
THE FEAST.
1t was easy now following this trail.
But ever and anon Neal glanced at his
comrade.
Whose blood2" he demanded, tell me
that"
And the two men-only two-went on.
At last, guided now by shouts and
cries of triumph, they reached the clear
ing and peered across it.
MY Cod" cried Neal aloud, look
look"
Two savages-two at first and then a
dozen-had seized the long pole and had
begun to swing it out across the fire.
Upon it, limp, unconscious, tightly
bound, lay the form of Annette.
Neal was across the clearing in a
bound.
Come on" he cried to the mate be-
hind him, blood, blood"
Like a maniac Neal charged into the
group of warriors who held one end Of
the long pole and stripped them from it.
With the same fearful energy he charged
into the gang at the other end and
knocked them down. Then, bestriding
the PROSTATE form of Annette-and he
knew not whether she was alive or dead
he squared himself and howled de-
fiance.
Come on" he cried, 1.-THE whole bunch
of you. Come on"
over in a hut, crouched and covering.
was Inez Castro-watching with eyes
wide with fear.
Hernandez" she shrieked, Herman
dez-here."
Hernandez crept toward her. You
are right, senorita," he said, his breath
coming and going, his heart beating like
a trip hammer with excitement, you
are right. 1t is not in our hands. Now
is our good time. Let US get away"
.,~4s Ina
"Therefore-away," went on Herman
deS leading her by the hand, away from
here-and to our fortune. Lost Isle"
Horrible" repeated Inez, holding her
hand across her face.
"Ah," said Hernandez, now dragging
her with him, a bit roughly, but they
are all accounted for--except the boat.
And the boat is on the sands. Come
you come with me-"
Almost lifting her from the ground,
he darted with her across the open
space, unnoted by any Of the savage
crew and safely reached the jungle
trail. Reaching it, he put his hand upon
his lips.
Careful" he said, I'VE know not
whom we may meet. Careful. Come.
We're safe"
Back before the IRE. two men fought,
back to back. One was Neal-and one
the mate. They Tougnt llh eIlB
a moment, but not more. Twenty to
one the man-eaters hurled themselves
1pon two white men and bore them,
senseless, to the ground.
The Brute meanwhile, was gazing
wildly all about him-looking for his
master and looking in vain. Suddenly,
he Of all men, saw the exit OF Herman
'dez-saw him steal away. At first he
NAV have been impelled to follow-for
he started Off But a close observer
might have noted an expression OF re-
lief across his countenance, for he sank
hack once more upon his seat and watch
ed the fight.
He even laughed-to him II seemed
like a new game. A fight was child
NAV to the Brute. But when the un-
conscious forms Of Neal and the mate
were borne away, he seemed alarmed
He started once more to his feet.
"ISye-yah," cried the chief to his FOL
lowers, the white god hungers. On
with the feast"
Once more the bearers seized An
nette-stin dashed firmly to the pole.
Then for the first time the Brute real
lied that something was wrong-tnat
here was horror.
He darted into the midst Of the war
riors and swung his arms.
Mono" he cried.
But the mere word OF god could
never stop them now. They were hun
gry-they had fought for spells and the