The Clio messenger., 1919-09-11
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By RANDALL PARRISH

until my hand was on the companion
door ready to slide II open.
'Tll not be long below" said sober
ly. Better go forward and see that
your lookout men are awake, and then
come back here"
The port stateroom I had not pre-
viously entered because of a locked
door. / determined on breaking in
here. There was no key in the lock,
and the stout door resisted by efforts.
Placing the lantern on the deck l sue
ceeded finally In inserting the blade
OF hatchet so as to gain a purchase
sufficient to release the latch. AS the
door yielded u sharp cry assailed me
from -.hin. 1t came forth so sub
d. tn so wild an accent l
backward in fright. my
L, ing the lantern. which.
witt ticker of the candle, went
out. lat last CLEAN 1 saw q dim.
grotesque outline fronting me. Then,
in the darkness, cleaned two green.
menacing eyes, growing steadily larger.
nearer, as l stared at them in horror.
Was II man or beast? Devil from hell.
or scme crazed human against whom
re. Sust battle for life? The green eyes
glared fNto my face. lifted my hand
toward him. and toucho -hairl NJ
antagonist was giant African ape.
Even as the big apes grip caught
me, ripping through jacket sleeve to
the flesh, realized my great peril, but
| was no longer paralyZed with
fear helpless before the unknown.
drove my hatchet straight between
those two cleaning eyes. The brute
staggered back, dragging me with him.
His humanlike cry of pain ended in
snarl, but, brief as the respite proved,
it gave me grip on his under jaw and
an opportunity to drive my weapon
twice more against the hairy face. The
pain served only to madden the beast,
and before I could wrench free he had
me clutched in an iron grip, my jacket
torn into shreds. His jaws snapped at
my face, but l had such purchase as
to prevent their touching me, and
mindless of the claws tearing at my
1esh 1 forced the animals head back
until the neck cracked and the lips
gave vent to wild scream of agony.
l dared not let go dared not relax for
an instant the exercise Of every ounce
of strength. felt as though the life
was being squeezed out Of me by the
grasp of those hairy arms; yet the
very wise in which / was held yielded
me leverage. The hatchet dropped to
lodgment under the jaw, the muscles
of my arms strained to the utmost, as
I forced back that horrid head. Little
by little 1t gave way, the suffering
brute whining in agony, UNTIL the pain
becoming uncomfortable, the clinging
arms suddenly released their hold let
ting me drop heavily to the deck.
BY some good fortune / fell upon
the discarded hatchet, and stumbled
to my feet once more, gripping the
weapon again In my fingers. 1 sprang
straight toward him, sending the sharp
blade of the hatchet crashing against
the skull. The aim was good, the
stroke a death blow, yet the monster
got me with one paw, and we fell to
the deck together. he savagely claw
ing me in his death agony. Then the
hairy figure quivered and lay notion
less. I released the stiffening grip.
rising to my knees, only to immediate
ly pitch forward unconscious.
When came back once more to life
was upon the schooner's deck breath
ing the fresh night air, Dorothy and
Watkins bending over me.