, 1921-12-17

$500
the paper said. That meant uuder
power and san with the trades abaft
the beam II would take nearer AZ.
teen days for the run from Honolulu
to that desert island. and Sens Hal
versen wondered whether the ma
rooned men would stfl be alive By
the time aid could reach them. For
by SONS sixth sailor sense Ne,ls Hal.
vorsen became convinced that his old
friends Of the vegetable trade were
marooned- They had gone ashore for
some kind of a frolie, and the crew
had stolen the schooner and Jeff them
to their fate. believing that tho cast.
aways would never be heard from
n that dead men tell no tales.
He rushed on deck. carried his pris-
oner down into the cabin. and locked
the door on him. A minute later he
was clinging TO the Jacobs ladder.
the n shot In to the side Of the
vessel at his gruff command md
passed on shoreward without missing
a stroke Of the paddle. An hour
later. accompanied by three Kanaka
sailors picked up at random along the
water front, Neils Halvorsen was
pulled out TO the Maggie II. Her
crew had not returned and the bogus
captain was stiil trieed hard and fast
In the cabin.
The Swede did not bother TO inves-
tigate In detail the food and water
supply. A hasty round of the schoon-
er convinced him. that she had at
least a months supply OF food and
water. Only one thought surged
through his mind. and that was the
awful necessity for haste. The IN.
chor came In with n rush, the Kn-
nnka boys chanting a song that
sounded to Nells like a funeral dlrge,
and Neiis wen below and turned the
gasoline engines wide open. The
Maggie II swung around and with a
long streak OF opalescent foam trail
ing behind her swung down the bay
and faded Mt last in the ghostly moor
light beyond Diamond head: after
which NeIls Halvorsen, with murder
In his eye and a tarred ropes end In
his horny fist. went down into the
cabin and talked to the man who
posed as Captain Scraggs. In the end
he got u confession. Fifteen minutes
later he emerged, smiling grimly. gave
the Kannka boy at the wheel the
course. and turned in { sleep the
sleep OF the conscience-free and the
weary.
Darkness was creeping over the
beach at Tuvana-tholo before Mr..
Gibney could smother the despair in
his heart sufficient to p u his faded
Imagination to working order. For
nearly an hour the three castaways
had sat on tho beach In dumb horror.
gazing seaward. They were not alone
In this. for a little further up the beach
the two FIJI islanders sat huddled on
their launches, gazing stupidity first
at the horizon and then at their white
captors. 1t was the sight of these
two WORTHLESS that spurred Mr.. Glib
ney's torpid brain TO action.
Didn't you say. Mac. that when We
left these two cannlbais alone on this
Island hat It would develop into a
case of dog eat dog or somethln' OF
that nature7'
Captain Scraggs sprang to his feet,
his face white with a new terror.
However. he had endured so much
since e%mbarking with Mr.. Gibney on
Il life of wild adventure that his
nerves had become rather Injured to
impending death. and presently his
fear gave why to an overmasterlng
rage. He hurled his hat on the sands
and Jumped on II until It was a mere
~shapeless rag.
Lets call a meetin' Of the Robin
son Crusoe syndicate" said Mr.. Glib
ney.
Second the motion" rumbled Nc
Gnfey.
carried" said the commodore.
'sThe first business before the meetin'
is the organization of a expedition TO
chase these two cannibals to the
other end OF the island. l amt got
the heart to kill 'en. so let's chase 'em
away before they get fresh with u.s."
Good idea" responded McGuTey,
w~hereupon he picked up a rock and
threw It at the king. Mr.. Glbney fol.
lowed with two rocks. Captain
Scrnggs screamed defiance at the EN-
envy, and the enemy fed in wild dis
order. pursued by the syndicate. After
a chase of half a mile Mr.. Gibney led
his cohorts back to the beach.
Lets build a fre-not that we
need it, but Just for company-and
sleep till mornin'. By that time my
imagination1l be In workin' order and
I'll scheme a breakfast out of this
Godforsaken hole"
At the FIRST hint OF dawn Mr.. Glib
ney, true to his promise, was up and
scouting for breakfast. he found
some gooneys on a rocky crag and
killed half a dozen Of them with a
club. On his way back to camp he
discovered n few handfuls Of sea salt
in a crevice between some rocks, and
the syndicate breakfasted IN hour
later on roast gooney. 1t was oily and
hshy but m excellent substitute for
nothing at all, and the syndicate was
grateful. The breakfast would have