The Bismarck tribune. [volume] (Bismarck, N.D.) 1916-current, 1923-08-06


of Police at Jesselton, British Nortl
Borneo, has beautiful widowed sis
ter sister, Monica Whey. She love
Peter Pennington, who is detailed b.
the government to apprehend Chat
Hung, leader of The Yellow Seven,
gang of Chinese bandits. Pennington
warns HYDE. planter. against tn,
bandits VOID comes that Dora Bate
son. dauPhter Of HYDE is missin.
from hcr home Pennington goes will
Dora's husband and her father Il
| hunt .'or her.
NOW GO WITH THE STORY
'Pity You couldn't have though,
all this out BEFORE" he grumbled
Presently, as the tobacco caught. his
head came slowly round until his
puzzled eyes fell upon those of his
companion. "Why do you suppose
they wanted to get us out of the
way?"
Chinese Pennington rose YEARLY.
II don't know he admitted, "but
I've queer feeling in my bones that
the sooner we're back again-thc
better"
Hyde, glancing at his watch, was
amazed to discover that it was close
upon one o'clock. He turned to PEN
nington.
There's shorter cut, if we bear
to the right. We should strike the
railway in under half-an-hour."
twenty yards from the boundary
wire, man on q pony almost rode
them down. Both men stepred
hastily from the track and the new
conner, pulling up abruptly, slid to
the ground and confronted them. It
was Bateson, hatless, his straw-col-
ored hair standing almost on end.
us that you, Hyde?" he cried
hoarsely.
"You can make yourself easy on
that score," the manager assured
him.
remington, an uncomfortable SEN
satlon passing down his spine, inter-
vened.
He dropped heavy hand on to
Bateson's shoulder.
whats wrong" he demanded.
The assistant swallowed something
in his throat.
Its Dora. She's Disappeared"
Disappeared" It was Hyde who
spoke. "But, man alive!-" A glance
from Pennington checked further ut
terance.
when did she go out ?" he said.
rolling a cigaret, his eyes fixed on
Bateson all the while.
About ten. was busy on the
veranda with couple of mandors.
out some work wanted to
get through tomorrow. I gathered
mat she was going to see you. She
carried small parcel in her hand !
and l remember expressing curiosity
IS to its contents. She told me it
was something you had asked for"
Pennington started,
Something I had asked for" he |
echoed increduously, and then his !
ace dropped. "What was it like ?"
Bateson appeared to reflect
1T was only a small thing" he
laid, and couldn't see it very clear
y. 1T looked to me like fam" Pen
lington caught Hyde's arm and held
t tightly. Don't jump at conclu-
ions," he whispered reassuringly.
eeing that the other had gone death
Y white. "Have you been to Hyde's
Bateson?"
"Yes. I've only just come from
here. There was Waterman on
uty outside. Dora had been there.
ad waited for about an hour-and
ad gone out on foot. That's what
can't make out. found her pony
ethered where she had left it. The
'atchman did not think it his place
o question her. The moon was
'eil up when she left, and he was
nder the impression she was look
ng for something she had lost. It's
queer business altogether" he
dded helplessly. "The Waterman
Old me she had both arms out
tretched in front of her, and that
ne chose path OF her own between
YES" broke in Hyde impatiently.
What then?"
Il found a hurricane-lamp and
tarted off in the direction he indi- {
ated. At her first footsteps were
retty clearly marked, but after a
andreds yards or so they petered out
together. 1t seemed as If the earth
ad been freshly raked over forlan I
ppreciable distance, and then l ran 4
cross other tracks which, when fol- z
wed, only brought me back to the
'ot from which I'd started" He t
luddered involuntarily.f "Penning-
m, what on earth does Il all mean ~
1T means that your wife has been I
dnaped by the Yellow Seven and !
lat there's no sleep for any of US
ntil. we get her back. You found {
'thing on the path, nothing that
'uld be of assistance ?"
Bateson shook his head. He dived
hand into side-pocket and pro-
iced crumpled mass Of cane and n
9th. :
Nothing at all-except this. It :
as partly imbedded in the soil and y
chung to it in sheer. desperation"
Pennington's hand shot out and =
ok it from him. >He spread it out
the saddle Of, the assistants pony
at stood quietly grazing. Hyde
cred over his shoulder. n
"What is( it," he inquired huskily.
II can't answer you yet. / darent. =
$ nothing everything. Strike :
light, one Of YOU" b
II can tell you what's on it," jerked
It Bateson suddenly. "It's Japa-
se fan-the thing, ! imagine, that q
IRA was bringing to you. There's a
telegraph on it--of Island N. That's =
l." If
Pennington gave a wild cry.
Hyde" he shouted, muster every
ltchman you've got; send out an
gent s. O..sS to your assistants,
mt trust q soul that tvo,, have ut ii