The Bemidji daily pioneer. [volume] (Bemidji, Minn.) 1904-1971, 1922-05-08

| his crew and tackle this outfit, even If
he knows he'll get killed. And that's
just what will happen to him if he
comes Let poor Mac stay aboard.
| When we don't come back, he'll know
it's all off. and If he has time to think
over it he'll realize it would be foolish
to try to do anything. But right now
Macs mad as wet hen, and If we
| hollnr for he1p-Scraggsy, please don't
holler. Die game
CAPTAIN Scraggs turned his terrified
| glance on Mr. Gibney's tortured face.
| Scraggs' was certainly coward ut
| heart. but there was something in Mr..
| Gibney's unSelfishness that touched
| spOt in his hard nature-a something
| he never knew he possessed. He
bowed his head and two big tears stole
! down his weatherbeaten face.
! "God bless you, Glib Fly dear boy"
| he said brokenly. you're a man."
At this juncture the king came up
and thoughtfully felt Of Captain
| Scraggs i'm the short ribs, while Tabu-
Tabu calculated the precise amount
( of luscious tissue on Mr.. Gibney's we'll
| upholstered frame.
"Bimeby we eat white man," said
! Tabu-Tabu cheerfully.
! "If you eat me- you hloody-hnnded
beggar." snapped Captain Scraggs,
"I'll piZen you. I've chawed tobacco
all my life. and my meats as bitter as
| wOrmwOOd."
1t was too funny to hear Scraggs
| testing with death. Mr.. Glbney forgot
| his own mental agony and rOared with
laughter in Tabu-Tabus face. The
cannibal stood off a few feet and
looked snnrchingly in the cOmmodOre's
eyes He was not used to the brand
| Of white man who could laugh under
such circumstances. aud he suspected
trpnrhcry Of some kind. He hurried
over tn ioin the king and the two held
n hurried conversation. As Il result Of
| their conference, Il huge savage was
called over and given some instrnc
lions. Tabu-Tabu handed him Il war
club and Mr. Gibney, rightly conjectur-
| ing that this was the official eXccu-
TONER. bowed his head and waited for
) the blow.
IT came sooner than he expected.
. The earth seemed to rise up and smite
Adelhert L. Gibney across the face.
There was Il roar, as of an explosion
| in his ears, and he fell forward Oh his
face. He had n confused notion that
! when he fell the post came with him.
For nearly a minute he lay there,
semi-conSciouS, and then something
warm, dripping across his face. reused
him. He moved. and found that his
| feet were free, though his hands were
still bound to the post, whicl. lay eX-
tended along his back. He rolled over
| and glanced up. Captain ScraggS was
shrieking. by degrees the bells quit
ringing in the commodore's ears, and
this Is what he heard Captain Scraggs
yelling:
! ION. you McGufrey. Oh, you bully
Irish terrier. Soak it to 'em, Mac. Kill
| the bcggarS. You've got a dozen of
'em already. Plug away, you good old
hunk of Irish bacon"
Mr.. Gibney was now himself once
more. lie struggled to his feet, and
as he did. something burst ten feet
away and a little tleecy cloud of smoke
| Obscurcd his vision for n moment.
| Then he understood. McGuffey had n
rapid-tire gun trained on the wari, and
the savages, with frightful yells, were
| fleeing madly from the little shells.
Half a dozen Of them lay dead and
wounded close by.
"Hooray," yelled Mr.. Gibney, and
| dashed at the post which held Captain
| Scraygs prisoner. He struck it n pow
erful blow with his shoulder and
| Scraggs and the post crashed to the
ground. In an instant Mr.. Gibney was
on his knees tearing at Scraggs' rope
Slacklcs with his teeth. Five minutes
later, Captain Scraggs' hands were
free. Then Scraggs did a like service
for Gibney.
All the time the shells from the Mag
gle II We're bursting around them
every second or two, and 1t seemed as
If they must be killed before they
could make their escape.
As they tore. along through the
Jungle path Mr., Gibney's good right
eye (his left was obscured) detected
two savages crouching behind clump
of COCO palms. sau
~ %Theres the Ring and Talm- rabu,"
yelled Scraggs. LETS round the beg
CARS up"
Sure" responded the commodore.
well need 'em for hostages if we're
to get that black coral. Well turn 'em
over to MCGutfey."
"fd better ease up minute, sir"
said the mate to Mr.. McGuffey. "The
guns getting fearful hot" =.
'1.et her melt" raved McGuffey.
"but keep her wOrkin' for all she's
worth. I'll have revenge for GIBBS
death, or-sufferin' mackerel"
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