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formed little band of native enthu-
siasts and secured the country from
one end to the other, posing some
times as a Celestial, at others as a
tribesman. You see. Clay, the organ
ization was too vast to suppress by
sheer force of arms. the island
swarmed with Chai-Hung's spies and
the only possible method of achiev-
ing success was to separate the
brigand from the bulk Of his followers,
hem him in at a spot where the
chances of egress were remote sand
converge upon him from all points
1t once. Chat Hung and his imme
tate bodyguard have been driven
rom the forest into a small, arid pla-
eau. A few of his disciples still
cling to him, but the vast majority,
obeying false signals arranged by
myself, are concentrating in remote
portions of British Nortn Borneo,
where Hewitt is on the lookout for
them
A few moments later a native in
greasy velvet jacket and a rusty
sarong entered silently and stood at
ttentien before his chief. Clay. OBJ
irving him curiously, noticed that
% man was minus an ear and an
ve. that his mouth was slit at either
ide and that he carried an enor-
nous parang in a wooden sheath
bound with bamboo.
"Rabat-Pilai, the Tuan Clay has
brought with him many soldiers. You
will guide them to the points indi-
Gated this afternoon. There is also
with them a thing on wheels whose
voice is very terrible and certain men
whose sole object in life is to make
it speak! This must go in the square
Mace among the trees and be COW
eret With bushes until the morn
ing"
The scarecr,~.. -aluted and disap-
peared.
Pennington smiled.
He's my famous chief OF staff.
He'd come from the farthest evtrem-
.ty of the earth If he thought was
in trouble"
Clay was polishing the bowl tof his
iipe on his breeches.
When do we start making it hot,
Dawn?"
"A trif1e after that. There mustn't
be the slightest opportunity for Chat
Hung to break through our Gordon IN
der cover of darkness. Know what he
looks ike?"
The other felt for his pocketbook.
Hewitt presented me with a pho
ograph. I gather that he's lost his
EFT hand since that was taken. Does
re speak Epglish?'
Perfectly. He has the manners
nd polish of a diplomat when he
chooses"
Clay thrust his head outside and
brought it back wearing an expires
sion of disgust.
"Rainin' like the devil" he an
rounced. Wonder if my orderly's
put my tent Up yet? II it's all the
same TO you, I'll hop along and see. F."
He dived into the darkness, leaving
Pennington to his own reflections.
Three minutes later Rabat- Pilai
joined him. He thrust a erumpled pa
per into the Englishman's hand.
"Jesselton-16th," it read, Chinese
rounded up successfully in most dis
tricts Sending Dawson. Possibly
join you myself.-Hewitt.
ANY reply, Tuan?"
Pennington reflected, then scrib-
bled four words on a half sheet Of
note-paper:
"Al going well.-PenninEton
He bit the end of his pencil, erased
the signature and added:
"Reinforcements arrived. Love to
Monica"
Give this to the runner. Rabat. and
arrange for outposts TO be stationed
half a mile in our rear, prepared to
warn us if there are any signs of
hostile forces gathering behind US.
Tahu?'
Yah, Tuan."
The creature saluted-and was
gone.
Pennington bent over a rough map.
Presently he smiled at his own re-
Election in a cracked shaving mirror
that hung from the tent-pole Pos
sibly join you myself! He had never
expected his excellency the Commits
sioner of Police to resist the tempta.
ton of being in at the death.
He jerked up his mead.
Somebody had blundered into a
rope, tripped over it and apparently
utilized it to assist him to his feet
again, for the tent swayed as If in
the throes of an earthquake. The
shock was followed by a somewhat
colored dissertation on tents in gen
eraI and tent-ropes in particular.
who's that?" demanded Penning
ton sharply.
The swearing ceased and presently
low chuckle broke upon his ears.
Pennington, or I'm a COMPOUNDED
liar I'll give you three guesses."
Don't need EN-, old son. If any
body were to ask me who was the
latest, ugliest, clu1nsiest district off
Ger in the whole of Borneo, I'd
promptly reply" .-''.' 800 p
Not Dawson-if you're really the
little, gentleman take you TO be-
Lord. Penn, it's a devil of a nighti'
The affable Dawson squeezed his
great form into the one. place that
offered cover from~the deluge with
out and lowered himself on to the
spot Clay had vacated.
Not bad-for YOU" said tina mar
with the Chinese eyes, fishing out q
third glass. Three minutes after the
runner. I've just replied to the mes
sage announcing your departure"
The red face of the newcomer be
came suddenly serious.
1.-The dickens you havei Hewitt
dispatched it six hours before 1 left
The blighter's been messing about