The Mena weekly star., 1920-04-15

Struck Him Across the Side of the
 Head With All Her Strength.
 ward and struck him across the side of the head with all her strength. He lost his balance and fell. She heard his body crashing from limb to limb until it landed with a terrific thud on some platform far below. Up from the depths came a liquid stream of curses i he could no longer below, he was whining with the rage that means to kill.
 Andrea sank back and covered in the corner of her hoyel. She was through that last blow had drained her of all energy and courage she was no longer conscious of a desire to live. Her head rang with incredible sounds. HallNcnation tortured her and even brought to her longing ears the far away hum of Treyor's airplane motor. So vivid was her imagination that the hum grew louder and louder. ss 1t would have done in reality. and firallx attained staccato roar. She smiled wistfully, her face illumined by all the love of the White Man which she had hidden under a mask of llippancy but
 which, now that hope was dead pro claimed itself frankly and seemed to be trying to rock her to comfort end oblivion.
 Suddenly a terrific ripping crash above her head tore through her numb ed senses and brought her staggering to her feet. The whole monster struc- ture of the cain swayed and bent as though IL had been struck by torna- do. Strong limbs creaked and cracked with reports like pistol shots and shower of leaves fell with a faint click-cllcking that could be distinctly heard as if through the nterstices of the general and grosser eommotion. The roaring of the airplane that she had thought an Authorization suddenly ceased. Presently smoke, pearl-gray, began to seep through the thatch of the roof
 Andrea came fully to her senses and called fin a clear, high voice: I'm here,
 White Man; I'm here, White Man"
 She repeated the cry steadily at short intervals until he shouted an answer ! Following the sound of his voice, her eyes caught the gleam of his hunting knife, hacking way through the thatch and when. finally, his feet were thrust through the opening, she seized and guided hem to foothold. In an- other second he was standing before her. Even in the dim light she could see that his face was blackened, his eyebrows, eyelashes and mustache en- tirely singed, his hair burnt off in patches. "Ohl White Man :" she gasped, throwing out both hands to-
 ward him.
 Drop it," said Trevor shortly. (Which way to the ground?"
 She showed him. He slid down the branch until he struck the first cleat, and waited there to catch her. Come on, now" he said. Tn thirty seconds
 whoever's left in this hell-hole will be baked"
 From below them and outside the caia came the ululuing of & thousand panic-stricken voices, overlain but not dominated by the believing of Mac CIoster, Issuing drunken and Fmpossi- ble orders intermingled with horrible and obscene oaths. As Trevor and An drea reached the platform at the main intersection of the trees branches the pail of smoke that had been following close on their heels descended with a swirl and enveloped them. He turned, caught up her skirt and threw it over her head: then he seized her in his arms. buried his face against her breast and staggered blindly down the spiral stairway.
 In the van of the smoke, almost as though he were being propelled by 1t, he stumbled through the exit into the cool air of night and glare that paled the face of the full moon He dropped
 Andrea to the ground. stepped over her and stood face to face with the raving MacCloster. On the instant the giant fell silent He stared vacantly for the space of second then his ravaged face writhed into such an ex- pression of sublimated hatred as no man lives to see twice. Murder wrote itself large across his features, slow murder with bare hands for this enc my who had sent up in smoke and flame the one beloved earthly posses sion of the wreck of life. With choking gulp that seemed to rend his throat he charged. head down, arms thrown wide. talons clutching in an ticipation.
 His mouth twisted in thin smile, Trevor shot from the hip. The bullet of the heavy service revolver caught MacCloster in the shoulder and spun him around three times Trevor fired again. The giants body seemed to waver in the air, then crumpled and fell sprawling toward the gun, face down.
 You've killed him." sobbed Andrea. still on her hands and knees. "In a way said Trevor calmly and half to himself. He really died years