Rock Island Argus. (Rock Island, Ill.) 1893-1920, 1918-05-15
CHAPTER XIII.
Continued

They were IN an ancient teH1piS
vault that seemed TO have mirac-
ulously escaped from the destruc-
ton that had overwhelmed the
whole upper part. Not stone OF
il was out of place. 1t was wind and
watertight, and the Yaulted roof,
that above was nothing better than
a mound of debris. from below
looked nearly as perfect as when
the stones had first been fitted into
place.
The German produced long key,
opened the teak door, and stood
aside to let them pass.
"No, no." shuddered Sta Re-
but Ranjoor Singh pushed him
through; the German followed, and
the door slammed shut as the trap
had done.
And now, my friends, l will con-
vince you,' said the German holding
the lantern high. What are those?
The light from the solitary Ian
tern fell on rows and rows of bales
arranged in neat straight lines, I'M
til away in the distance it suggest
ed endless other shadowy bales,
whose outlines could be little more
than guessed at They were in a
vault so huge that Ranjoor Singh
made no attempt to estimate its
size.
See this!" said the German,
walking close to something on
wooden stand, and he held the light
above it. I'm the office in Delhi
that the police have just sealed up
there is a wireless apparatus very
much like this. This, that you see
here, is a detonator. This is full
inmate of mercury. This is dyna-
mite. With a touch of a certain
key in Delhi we could have blown
up this vault at any minute of the
past two years, if we had thought
it necessary to hide our tracks. A
shot from this pistol would have
much the same effect" he added
darkly.
But the bales." asked Ranjoor
Singh. What is in the bales?"
Dynamite bombs, my friend!
You native soldiers have no artil-
lery, and we have seen from the first
the necessity of supplying substi-
tute. BY making full use of the
element of surprise, these bombs
should serve your purpose. There
are one million of them, packed two
hundred in bale-much more use
full than artillery in the hands of
unframed men!
Those look like bales of blan-
kets. They are. Cotton blankets
from Munchen-GladbaCh Only,
the middle blankets nave been
omitted, and the outer ones have
served as a cushion to prevent ac-
cidental discharge. They have
been imported in small lots at a
time, and brought here four or five
at time in ox-carts from one or
other of the Delhi railway stations
by men who are no longer in this
part of India-men who have been
pensioned off"
How did you get them through
the customs?" wondered Ranjoor
Singh.
Did you ever see a rabbit go into
his hole?" the German asked. "They
were very small consignments, OBJ
viously of blankets. The duty was
paid without demur, and the price
paid the customs men was worth
their while That part was easy!"
"Of what size are the bombs?"
asked Ranjor Singh.
About the size of an orange.
Come, III show you"
He led him to an opened bale,
and showed him two hundred of
them nesting like the eggs of some
big bird.
my Cod" moaned Sta Ram.
Are those dynamite? Sahibs-
snakes are better! Snakes can feel
afraid. but those-ow! Let me go
awayi"
LET him CO." said the German.
Let him take his message"
Go them" ordered Ranjoor
Singh; and the German walked to
the door to let him out.
What is your message?" he
asked.
ITO Yasmini first. for she is in
touch with all of them" said Sta
Ram. First l will go to Yasmini
Then she will come here to say the
regiments have started. First she
will come, alone; after her the
regiments"
"She had better be alone!" said
the German: Go on, run, And
don't forget the way back? Wait!
How will she know the way? How
will you describe it to herr"
She? Describe it TO her? I will
tell her The Winds of the World,
and she will come straight"
How? How will she know"
1.-THE priest who used to be here
whom you bribed to go away-he