New Britain herald. [microfilm reel] (New Britain, Conn.) 1890-1976, 1923-08-29
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Chal-1ung is leader of The Vel
low Seven, a gang Of Chinese ban
dts. Peter Pennington, who is de
tailed by the government to appre
bend chai-Hung. is engaged to b
married to Monica Whey. Monica
brother, Captain John Hewitt i
commissioner of police at Jesselton
British North Borneo. Pennington
leads an expedition to capture tn.
bandit leader. Peter is ably assisted
by his chief-of-staff, Rabat- Pilai
who, because of personal griev.
ance. hates Chai- Hung bitterly.
A bullet drilled hole In his topee
and Dawson laughed aloud. A knot
of understanding short of ammu.
nition-hailed their approach with q
shower of rocks. Dawson dispatched
the first man with his pistol and the
remainder took to their heels to fall
upon the hayonets of the last OF
Clay,s party. There followed a pc
Rod of breathless, hand to- hand fight
ing and presently he woke to the
sudden realization that they were on
level ground, in fierce pursuit of the
X 1881 dClNiiuciS vi 5IdutSHl.
Clay's voice beloved after him.
Dawson, Dawson, come back
here, We've gained our objective
and it won't pay US to go farther
The D. o. retired with evident re-
iuctAnce.
He found Clay With his back
against rock, binding up his hand
nit etr t,i. H. ;oxF
Hit"
Nothing to speak of. You are all
right?''
Dawson felt himself all over.
Not even blighty It's very dis
appointing When get back to my
little log-hut in the trees, nobody'll
believe | took part in the scrap at
all!'' f.. p.
Clay was sucking at the stem of
an empty briar
''I'll give you a certificate to that
effect! I think we've every reason
to pat ourselves on the back. We're
in occupation of the entire ridge,
rlenty of cover and clear view of
Chat lungs headquarters He knot
ted the improvised bandage and drew
IL CAut Will HIS lcSlHs llt itiloN
Seven are hemmed in on the plateau.
Pennington is advancing on our ex-
IRENE right Rabat-Pilai is in charge
Of the left flank. Behind the earth
works they've chucked up there's a
sheer drop of eight hundred feet
Dawson borrowed Clay's binoculars
and in the first gray light of ap-
preaching dawn, focused them on a
broad, squat pile of lockwood barely
a quarter of mile ahead. A pole
Jrtted from the center of this mass
and from it swung a yellow flag.
Better get stretcher- party to |
work." he remembered suddenly.
i've told my sergeant already"
He glanced back and saw Penning-
ton coming up the slope. His left |
arm was in a sling and there was a
broad strip of plaster across one
cheek.
Pennington dropped to the earth
and lay on his stomach, his chin pill
lowed in his hands. Dawson, l want
you to take over my section. I'm
fixing up grub for everybody. The
sun'll be up in a few minutes, there'll
he quick breakfast after which we
embark upon the second part OF our
Clay, your party-together
with further platoon I'm sending
you--will advance couple of hun
ired yards and take cover. Dawson,
you'll want to go a bit farther-say
.hree hundred Rabat-Pilai will do
he same At seven I'm going to
open out with the fifteen FOUNDER"
he incline |
md halted before them.
The Tuan Pennington? ?"
4 The man with the Chinese eyes
ook the message from his hand.
Dawson, watching him curiously, !
aw the color vanish from his cheeks.
lie sat. stock still, staring at the
tote as If unable to comprehend its
meaning.
what is it," demanded Clay.
Pennington started.
ITS from Hewitt" he said, He ,
lasn't been able to get away but
opes to Join us before it's all over.
fonica disappeared Two days ago. /.
he was going to the governors
ouse at Sandakin-and didn't turn
Pr
ancee," explained Dawson. This is
srrible, Penn. You don't think Chai-
lung has had anything to do with
1is?r
Pennington rose to his feet
II don't know what to think. It's
nocked me pretty hard"
What are you going to do?
"Carry-on," said Pennington with
touch of bitterness.
Dawson, hattened down against
ie rock, barely hundred PAGES
ON the main objective, saw the
.venth round send a wall topping
runkenly inward.
Good mani" he murmured exult-
1tly, then CROPPED for his rife. Four
ore rounds followed in quicker sue
the d. o. rubbed his fat