The Washington times., 1922-07-23
rcsasisusS from Double Pass)

and they spoke IN Portuguese,
which they never dreamed he un-
derstood. But years Of eluding
the police In every country Of the
globe had made Eddie proheient
RNguist, and what he heard caused
him to slip his hand into his shirt
bosom and clutch the revolver the
guard had given him.
Tho men imagined that Guerin
hsd bought HE own release and
that he must necessarily have Q
large sum Of money left. One Of
them had case knife. Both were
arguing as to which one should
use Il TO cut the sleeping Guerin's
throat and tip him overheard for
the sharks. The duty fell to the
man who owned the knife.
Both stopped padding and
peered through the darkness at the
silent American. They had plan.
! ned to stab him rs he took his
place at the oar, 30 that the canoe
would not be upset by a struggle.
Accordingly, enc reached forward
and shook him, At the same time
pointing to his oar.
For answer, Eddie whipped his
revolver from his shirt and point
ed II at the startled Portuguese.
"Rewr' he commanded In their
own language.
The frst Portuguese flung his
Knife. Only a quick duck saved
Eddie Guerin's iife. The canoe
rocked dangerously as the weapon
whixsed by Guerin's head and
splashed into the sea.
"Now," said Eddie, taking de-
hberate aim, ''row!"
The men rowed In sullen silence
until dawn. They were within
sight Of land now, but Eddie made
them row parallel with the coast
all that day. He did not fancy
tramping through the jungles Of
Dutch Guinea in his weakened
condition, with two cut-throats
waiting for him TO stumble.
Toward nightfall the bark was
beached in safety on the banks of
the Maroni. Eddie elambered
ashore, and pointing his revolver
at the two Portuguese ordered
them to land on the French side
of the river. When they had
touched the other bank, they were
still within range, and he made
them kick the canoe back into the
current Of the stream. The empty
boat drifted out to sea and Eddie
started along the shore for Par
amarillo aud Chicago May.
Early the next morning he
walked into the little Dutch town
and made inquiries at the only
hotel. There was Chicago May,
with clothing, money and food,
She had been waiting there for
week.
The tropics have possibly never
seen q stranger reunion than the
meeting Of this hollow-eyed bag
Of bones, that had once been the
handsome and vigorous master
criminal, and the pretty and en-
gaging Chicago May, whose in
, congruous array Of fashionable
Loaden gowns created quite q bit
Of excitement in that isolated
Dutch settlement.
ls was q long time before
Guerin had recovered his strength
sufficiently to travel. There were
weeks during which Chicago May
stood patiently at his bedside lis
tening to Eddie's delirious bab-
biings of the horrors Of DEVILS
Island. II was a pretty climax to
the months and months of sacri-
fee she had gone through to
rescue him from the grave.
But the ingratitude of men is
sometimes beyond belief. The
moment Chicago May had restored
Eddie Guerin to life and brought
him back to America his affection
cooled. He even went so far as to
accuse Chicago May of turning
States evidence against him dur
ing the French proceedings in or
der that she and Dutch Gus Miller,
who received a light prison term,
might marry when he was safely
out Of the way on DEVILS Island.
This unjust accusation was too
much for Chicago May, especially
when she learned that Eddie had
made it simply to release himself
from his obligations toward her in
order to concentrate his affections
on another woman he had met
since returning to the United
States.
She wrote him a bitter letter
and tesk passage back to England,