Perth Amboy evening news., 1923-07-25
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Peter Pennington, detective, is de-
allied by the government to capture
The leader of The Yellow Seven, a
Igang of Chinese bandits. Captain
G John Hewitt, Commissioner of Po-
lice at Jesselton, British North Bor-
neo, prochres a warrant for the ar
rest of Chai-Hung, influential Chi
nese. Hewitt is captured by The
Yellow Seven and Pennington goes
to hunt for him. He is accompanied
by Hewitt's beautiful sister, Monica
Whey. Pennington learns that
Hewitt's cook boy is a member of
The yellow Seven.
Now Go on With The Story
She tripped over a root that
crossed the Unmarked path, and
stumbled against him, gasping fer
breath.
Pm so-sorry," she painted. Il
simply-can't-do it,"
Penningtos steadied her with his
arm. apologinzing profusely.
He looked up and saw that the
guide had disappeared.
This was the first serious hitch
that had occurred. Swearing softly
to himself, HI carried her the next
thirty yards, rested her against a
tree, and flashed his torch like a
search-1ight, sweeping it in all direc-
tons. Suddenly he plunged forward
and caught the delinquent covering
behind a thorn-bush. He drew the
shivering Wong-See from his hiding
place. then kicked him with as
tonishing accuracy.
The remedy proved ~eficacious, for,
throughout the final phases of the
nocturnal expedition, Wong-See
made no further attempt to elude
his captor,
The guide stopped abruptly, drop
ping to his hands and knees, and
Pennington, creeping up to him, X
tinguished the torch. Monica, her
hands torn and bleeding, her neck
and wrists and ankles so many itch
ing zones where the thirsty blood
suckers of the jungle had taken their
toll, felt herself forced from the
main track by the sudden pressure of
her companions left arm. Ahead of
them-searcely twenty PAGES dis
tant-a light flickered for a moment
and then went out.
Pennington's lips, pressed against
her ear, breathed two words:
"chai-Hung's sentry.
Pennington's hand had left Mont
cas- arm and a subdued. restless, yet
constant something was going on at
her side, Presently she felt a solid
mass press against her and found
that she was gripping the torch hat
Pennington had thrust toward her,
She CROPPED wildly in the darkness
with her free hand. For a matter of
Rkeconds her heart stood still, for in
space where she had believed
%nnington to be-there was moth
Her fingers dropped suddenly
a warm, m~otionless body hat lay
ostrate at her side.
She withdrew her hand, shudder-
inwardly, and somehow the
orch flashed in the blackness, send
ns a bar of brilliant light straight
-uowmtnrtssck that stretched before
her. She saw a huddled form, seat
ed on what might have been a fallen
trunk and then, before the creature
-surprised by the Illumination
could bestir itself, a white-clad figure
had sprung like a panther from the
trees-and overwhelmed it.
She saw no more, for her thumb
had found the switch and pushed it
into place. She knew now that~the
form she had touched was that of
ltit tilActl dDAt OH6-Gtt WIN was !
effectively gagged and bound.
'Come on" said the voice Of Pen
nington in her ear. Il Fancy I've
cleared the path"
She was beginning TO understand
the reason for her brothers deep
rooted confidence in the amazing
man, with the strength and cunning
of a primeval savage-and tn table
of a prince,
So cautious were their movements
after this hat Monica felt prompted
to cry aloud, to laugh anything to
relieve the appalling monotony. A
broad, squat shadow doomed present
~ in front of them, a tumble-down
wooden erection from which issued
the sound of subdued voices. Pen
nington drew her along with him to-
ward a spot where a light showed
between the rotting timbers.
Crouching in the weeds that rose
waist-high in the clearing, she peer
ed through. In the center Of the '
apartment, around a broad stone