Jackson County journal. (Sylva, N.C.) 19??-19??, 1919-11-07
CHAPTER I-Continued.

And Gunga had shaken his head as
ne had answered.
81 have looked, sahib, and the hand
is whole"
Spellbound he had stood there on
the stairs, a lad of fourteen, and
Gunga had lifted the Thing in his
arms and gone away with it; and the
great figure Of his father, dressed in
pajamas, had stood motionless for
long time, then turning had faced the
stairs and caught sight of him-and
suddenly had sent wild, unnatural
laugh ringing through the house.
"You there, eh, Stacey?" he had
laughed out, as though unnamed.
swell, I'll tell you something now.
Never go to the East. Remember that
never go to the East"
And then he had pulled himself to-
gether, and his face had set sternly as
he had pointed up the stairs. go
back to your bed!" he had command
ed sharply. go back to your bed in
stantlyw
"Yes," said Wallen aloud to himself.
That's what he said: Never go to
the East-never go to the East"
But he had come to the East and
six Cinnamon had shipped aboard the
Upolo to kill him. His father had
been quite right in telling him not to
go to the East. How was it that he
had come there? He had run away
from that gray house after that night,
and he had never heard of his father
since.
That was in California.
lie had gone to Frisco, and gone to
sea. He had been at sea ever since
In all kinds of ships, and he had done
pretty well. He had his masters GER
tificate already.
But that did not account for his be-
Ing here in the Java sea- and for those
SIX Cinnamon. He had been fourth
ohcer of the Tokamaru when they had
touched at Shanghai a few weeks
ago. She was a fine ship, the Toka-
maru, the biggest passenger liner in
the fieet-only fourth officers pay
was very small.
He had met Captain Mitchell of the
Upolo ashore there and Captain Nit
chel had persuaded him to ship as
first mate on the Upolo for double the
pay he had been getting. The Upolo,
OF course, traded through the Java
and Banda seas-that was what his
father had meant by the East-touch-
Ing at Shanghai as a port of call in
liner wasn't the same thing.
How that sun burned through the
awning! 1t seemed to stab and drill
into his skull with little shafts of ex-
quisite pain. He could get away from
1t, of course, by going below into the
cabin, by putting the deck between
MIN and that torturing ball of fire, but
In the cabin one couldn't breathe.
One couldn't live in the cabin-Cap-
tain Mitchell was there and CAPTAIN
Mitchell was dead.
Had Captain Mitchell ANYTHING RI
do with those six Cinnamon? Or anv.
thing to do with Drink House Sam in
singapore? And where was it those
SIX Cinnamon had joined-at Shanghai
like himself?
ne could remember that he would
know whether Captain Mitchell had
had hand in the cursed game. Hadn't
Johnson said something about new
hands? But then native crews were
eVeriastingly shifting about. It was a
long way from Singapore to Shanghai
VINO was this Drink-House Sam?
What was 1t Ting Wah had said?
Diink-House Sam-him know"
Him know, him know. him known
tne words began to run through his
mind In a singsong, crazy fashion
ana then passionate, merciless anger
seized upon him, and the splendid six.
Ioot bulk of the man heaved up from
the chair, and, clenched fist raised no
swayed upon his feet.
Ihey mad got him! Not the way
1hey had thought to get him-but thew
nad got him. And he could not fight
uiere was no one to fight-he could
only ole like trapped rat, while this
Drlnk-House Sam laughed a Thousand
miles away!
Him know, him know, him know
.he words coursed like fire through his
brain. He shouted aloud, and the
mans OF his fingers in his clenchod
hst bit into the palm of his hand He
could not choke the life, as his own
went out. from this devil in Sinpanoro
die. @'uio only
The uplifted arm. as though too