Montpelier examiner. [volume] (Montpelier, Idaho) 1895-1937, 1920-06-25

was forgotten except the possibility Of
another brush with MorenO's men.


placed the lines which pain had paint
ed on their faces as weapons were
loosened and muscles grew taut with
the suspense of the moment.
"What the devil is it2" wonderingly
demanded Billy Scott.
do you hear it, too7" There was
note Of relief in Buck Williams
voice. "Scotty, thought for min
ute I had the rams sgain-and Its
seven years since / touched drink.
That's the same tune heard the night
got back to Ell Tigre, when dreamed
Washington was leading his army of
ghosts against Pacheco's poems. Then
l woke up to find that lousy thief had
me hamstrung for fair r.
tits a flute or fife Of some Sort"
averred Friday Thornton, playing
Yankee Doodle 4 guess"
"Git out, Friday" scoffed Tommy
Wickwire. "That amt Yankee Doo-
die any more than It's Lead, Kindly
Light If that amt 'Everybody's Do
ing It. I'm q greaser myself"
at can't be any Of Moreno's outfit"
thoughtfully remarked Scott. "His
shotgun artists never play nothin' but
fantan and guitars"
'Here goes, boysl" shouted VIII
liams, gallopIng his horse down the
hill toward the building. The others
followed unhesitatingly. The piping
notes grew more clearly audible as
they swept up the road to Bucks resi-
dence.
The owner Of El Tigre was first out
of the saddle. He strobe into the
building, with rifle ready, Scott, Thorn
ton and Wickwire just behind. The
quartette burst into the dining room.
Seated cross-legged ON the floor was
an emaclated, brown-hued little man,
naked to the loins, save for an Inn
macuIate turban which encircled his
head. From q small, reedlike pipe
came the music which they had heard
and upon which he was still perform
ing vigorously, but with the greatest
composure.
On each side Of him, swaying In per-
feet rhythm to the music, were two re-
pulsive king-cobras. A hypnotic spell
seemed to fill the room. Neither the
piper nor the snakes appeared aware
of the intrusion.
"Jitendra" sharply CALCULATED VIII
llams.
The music abruptly ceased.
The ophidians, as IL seeming pos
sible danger, fiattened to the floor and
glided with amazing swiftness over to
the Hindu. He thrust one nonchalant.
ly into his turban and the other into
the neck-cloth he plucked from the
floor and adjusted.
The four Americans gasped.
| It was several seconds before vii
llams could find his voice. So many
weird things had happened that ht
would not havo been surprised to set
the little brown man disappear through
the floor or dissolve into nothing while
they watched.
Il thought you were dead, Jiten
draW at last exclaimed the min'
owner.
The dimlnutive brown man arosi
and salaamed. profoundly.
1.-THE sahIb speaks true Of Jallsing
rao Jitendra. who today excarnate,
on the Seven Paths from the prisol
yard OF the city-Is It not sol"
Buck WINGED.
But his careful scrutiny Of the halt
starved figure before him removed Tia
sudden doubts which had projecte'
/ khavocalvou into his mind
"You're litendra. all right" he posi-
lively replied. II know your feet
you loyal little cuss You cut the sole
of them almost to pieces following m
from III Paso. Look at them-they'r
raw yet r.
"Jalislngrao Jltendra has passe
on" politely but firmly returned tn
Oriental. with the flicker of smil
across his mobile face. "But, veril,
his soul reIncarnates again In my bod
but !. sahib, am called Swami Ram.
Il get You, Steve" laughed Buck III
roariously. "And think savvy al
other little incident which occurre
. when the late Jalislngrao Jitendra-
Gee what mouthful that name is
/ was In my company. II you had this
: interesting creature around your hes
when you leaned over toward Manu'
, Pacheco on the way to jail In Zap,
: tlllio, no wonder he kicked or SO my
+ teriously. I'll match cobra againi
D greaser, any day"
"The vengeance of Vishnu Is swl
!. and sure" placidly returned the Hind
4 Likewise, sahib. silva was OF SON
5 small service to you during thn cart
: life Of the late Jitendra."
t aYou mean down In the carcel9"
i The little brown man bowed low.
"Sahib, when silva crept under Il
door where no man might pass, az
coiled upon the neck of the guar
think you not there were reasons WI
he wished, very much, to come insit
to have speech with Jitendraf"
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