The Bismarck tribune. [volume] (Bismarck, N.D.) 1916-current, 1923-08-09
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North Borneo, has widowed sister,
Monica Whey. Peter Pennington Is
detailed by the government to APP
prehsnd Chai-Hung, leader of The
Yellow Seven, q gang of Chinese ban
dts. Chai-Hung captures Captain
Hewitt and tells him that he means
to kill him Hewitt is held prisoner
while Chat Hung goes to call on Mon
lea. He asks her to visit him in his
home
NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY
Chai-Hung appeared to reflect. He
stepped presently aside as she walk
ed her pony past him, his piercing
eyes never leaving her face.
She stared hard at a leaf that
cleaned white in q truant ray Of
tropical sunshine that had managed
to pierce the interviewer screen Of
foliage above, but force, greater
than any she had yet encountered,
seemed to be Juggling, at her. A
drowsy feeling crept over her and
she woke, as if from dream, to find
herself looking down into orbs that
glowed like wells of fire. The flabby
fingers of the bandit had closed
round the bride and the Bajau pony
was browsing on the soft heritage
that fringed the forest track.
zone is never in a hurry in Bor-
neo," he was saying. II should like
you to come and see me sometimes
'I'm afraid that would be impos.
slble," Monica fastened to assure
him. 1T must be perfectly obvious
to you, Mr.. Chai-Hung, that, under
existing circumstances, visit such
as you suggest is entirely out of the
question" Her cheeks had gone sud-
denly pale and two bright spots of
crimson glowed beneath her eyes.
"Please let 60 my bridle."
The Oriental did not appear to
have heard.
81 admire you immensely" he con-
tinued with an oily smoothness that
filled the girl with utter loathing. Il
do not presume to imagine you have
given credence to the exaggerated
fairy-tales that have been spread con-
corning my supposed exploits. Mel
Their would you be prepared to con-
denim me without trial. You will
hardly believe me, perhaps, when /
tell you that l was actually on my
way to see you when'I had the good
fortune to meet you face to face. !
was coming to leave my card"
In spite of, herself, Mrs. Whey
could not restrain smile.
"Mr. Chai-Hung," she protested.
"You have seen fit to credit me with
q certain amount of intelligence. i
feel highly flattered, assure you
until you deliberately proceed to in
suit it. Now, will you be good enough
to let me Ao?" r..
An ugly light shone in Chai-Hung's
eyes and he raised his voice to a
pitch that sent chill sensation pass
ing. down her spine.
81 was going to tell you where l
now live. Are you-afraid to come
and see, Mrs. V,ney7"st' ~ go
"Afraid!'oig' Of course not. i Why
should l be afraid?"
"Are you afraid of-that?"
He held the thing before her face
so closely that she started back,
Incapable of visualizing
it. Suddenly she clutched at the sad
die and uttered wild, piercing
scream that set colony of monkeys
and gibbering in, chorus.
She was staring as if fascinated at
q long, narrow, strip of pasteboard,
yellow and shiny, with seven black
dots marked clearly on its surface.
A second later and the Chlnaman
had uttered a peculiar, cultural cry
and footsteps began pattering
down the glade behind her. Chai-
Hung reached up as if to pull her
from the saddle.
The pony that had been peaceful
w feeding brought up its head with
a sudden jerk, causing Chsi-Hung to
Hip sideways, losing his balance;
and Monica, the shock bringing ner
10 her senses, found herself raining
blows from her riding-stock at the
yellow horror at her side.
Before the ring Of Chai-Hung's
men could encircle her, she had
pricked the pony's ,flanks and ridden
wildly. down the forest path, her
aureole of soft curls blowing In the
breeze.
She had dim memory OF the Ia
miliar outline of Dawson's bungalow,
Of a cook-boy taking the reins from
her trembling fingerA and then she
Knew that she was lying face-down-
ward. in q long cane chair, sobbing
L ~rA,V0A hrAQk
Centuries seemed to pass before
the could muster up the courage TO
shout for the servant.
"Wh>re is the Tuan Hewitt :" she
inquired huskily.
ale went out before makan-and
has not yet returned" n
"Not back yeti" she echoed blank
"And the Tuan Dawson
"The Tuan- Hakim eats the air
Also"
"Bi-la," she said in tone that
,ignified dismissal.
And still the cook boy hesitated.
"Will the mem sahib take tear
eyes, i will have tea as soon as
possible. am very tired" she adj
ded. as IL an, excuse were necessary.
The boy had almost disappeared
the doorway when she called
after him. TN
. aWill you send one of the Tuan-
orderlies. ] wish to speak
to him" 49,. sss
'The master has taken, them all. A
came to him. an hour ago,