The Washington times., 1916-02-17

the door. Intent upon the stubborn
JOB before him. Iaina heard nothing
sensed nothing. sam crept closer: one
nst nat, cienchsd . and raised. the other grip.
he was two feet behind the faulty
Btraining figure Of tho Jap he drow hiu
frst free breath and expelled II with a
sharp. hissing sound.
green-white under tho yellow overIay.
his lips dragged back from his iarre.
projecting teeth. Tho hollows under
his high cheek bones deepened to cav
elns. e a cultural gasp Of terror casne
Sam stood over him. brandishins the
knife. snarling. swearing. threatening.
The delirious fright of the little man
before him fred his blood. He was q
armed. babblins pygmy. He fourishsd
bis weapon mors extravagantiy. Then
suddenly great idea came TO him,
anc to celebrate II he held the knife q
few inches from Yams.s throat and
emitting at the same time that pleasant,
Eurgling sound which n supposed to be
the swan SONG OF a man having his
threat cut.
take the trays out OF that trunk
and dump the thinEs ip that closet over
there" he commanded.
Now look lively. you. and step unless
you wanta be pvnctured" he added
BGnlHlIy. .Hsf
Without taking his eyes from the
Erimly sclntillating blade. Yama lifted
the tray an5 started for the other side
OF the room. A savage order halted him.
"Oh, no. you don'tl Just walt for me.
you little sulphur-colored NUT How
there7"
He dogged the totteripG little foot
steps with q heavy echo and trailed
them back to the trunk. as the action
was repeated with the second tray.
proDer p sam nSsS smnbSs,,sS SIt tSs eosusna sns
by Jabbing the tip of the knife into the
trunk lid, where Il stuck, quivering
from the force Of the blow.
He bent over and watched the oon-
tents as they flew through Yama's
trembling little talons. When he came
to the boat cushions, sam grabbed his
bony. shoulders between an iron thumb
and forefinger.
Leave those things in-they're soft
Fire out their tennis racket and the
last pair of shoes. Now look here, you
lock me in that trunk. Upderstandf I
You're going to lock me in. ship me TO
the city as baggage and keep your CAB
muzxled. II you breathe word, TO any
body'-here Sam drew an aer6planic
road map with his knife-'I1l run this
little lawn mower down your throat.
cut out your vocal cords and string 'em
inp'
Petrihed with fear, Yama made an
attempt to expostulate. Outside the
slow, regular trot-trot Of well-fsd.
placid truck horses. pulling q rattlinG
wagon sounded unusually distinct on
the night air.
Sam brought the knife periiousiy
close to the Jap's dilated nostrils and
drew II back and forth. uttering un-
pleasant sounds With q final flour
ish he dropped into the trunk and
pulled the lij down over him.
Lock II, OF Til carve rose on
your heartr The muffled threat
leaked through somehow.
The ashen. shaken Jap clicked the
key In the lock and adjusted the
straps. Downstairs. he heard the bag
gageman tramp up on the back porch
and knock loudly on the door. He
stood there. stupidity inert, until the
pounding fairly shook the house.
Then. without a backward glance, he
darted out OF the room and slid rather
than walked down the stairs, his Icy
wet hands sticking to the banister.
When he led the two men back into
the room and showed them the trunk
his ghastly face made them forget
what they had come for.
(COntinued TomorroW1