The Bismarck tribune. [volume] (Bismarck, N.D.) 1916-current, 1923-08-06
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| the SCARED face whom I think you
have already met"
Il He grinned broadly-and was zone.
The oil lamp flarcd up suddenly
and Dora bateson, crouching in a
corner of the hut, saw the ponderous
form of Chai-Hung creeping through
! the narrow aperture. He rose pres
emily to his feet and sat heavily upon
| black wood stool that was the only
| piece of furniture of which the hoyel
boosted.
Good evening, Mrs. Batcson," he
began in a grating voive. "You are
wondering no doubt why have
brought you here, and what l am
going to do with you?"
"Pm not the least bit afraid of you,
Mr.. Chai-Hung," retorted the girl
steadily. She shifted into more
comfortable. position on the rotting
boards and looking upward, caught
glimpse of star-lit heaven
through spot in the roof where
the steps had fallen away.
Dora Bateson was afraid of shad-
ows, but the substance held no ter
rors for her. The harsh voice of the
notorious bandit, the trick he had of
contracting his pupils until they be-
came like points of fire--inspired her
with certain, inexplicable fear: but
she was by no means afraid of Chat
Hung himself.
How did you get me here?" she
demanded presently
Chai-Hung smiled blandly.
1T was exceedingly simple. Mrs.
Bateson. If you are able to remem-
Der anything, you will admit that
you started out apparently of your
own accord. That is what we term
The Fan Trick. va 'fi fF
Dora's brow wrinkled. - -HIHt'.
"The Fan Trick!" Her ewes
sparkled with the light of sudden
knowledge. "Then l am on Island
NJ" she exclaimed. "Aren't Won a
trifle unwise, Mr.. Chai-Hhng, in Sc
lecting hiding place SO near to the
mainland ?" ras,
Chai-Hung positively beamed.
"Not in the least, my dear ladv
VI all my enemies, there is only one
that l have any cause to fear. Thew
call him He Who Sees in the Dark
but you would recognize him more
readily under his real name-Chi-,
nese Pennington" He paused to OBJ
serve the effect of his words, but the
girl controlled her features admir-
ably. Bloomington bounded me
from Jesselton and drove me, as he
still persists in believing, into the
backwoods. He succeeded in one re-
spect. He made it necessary for me
to resort to strange expedents to OBJ
tain money. That is precisely why
You are here tonight, Mrs. Bateson."
He gazed at her through half
closed lids.
.! shall send messenger to your
1usoand-for money" rasped Chat
hung between his teeth. If the
messenger does not return. l shall
send another. and still another-for
messengers are cheap and the lips
IT the Yellow Seven are sealed. /
shall ask for ten thousand dollars
me. for each of your beautiful fin
'ers. But. with each further messen-
'er shall send finger"
The girl had risen to her feet, her
yes blazing with fury.
"You-devil!"
The great Chai-Hung backed to-
yard the opening, bowlng as he did
Il % not anticipate that you will
ave to undergo the painful process
4 lamputation very often, Mrs. Bate
on" he continued smoothly.
Almost beside herself, she caught
ne Lakewood stool from the floor@
nd swung 1t aloft, but, before shs
ould send it crashing into the leer-
ng face that Knocked at her, she saw
ne form of second Chinaman
'rlggle noiselessly through the
perture. The newcomer had
vid scar running the length of one
heck. He wore q blue jacket with =
tattered sleeves and, al
he girl stood petrified, her eyes
ide-open like saucers, she could
ave sworn that the stranger winked
her.
"Good night, Mrs. Bateson," Chat.
Jung was saying. Il am going to
ispatch my first messenger" ~"
And then an arm like a steel wire
ncircled his neck and he fell to the
DOR with thud.
1t seemed >an eternity before Chi
ese Pennington fixed one knee
rmiy on the bandits throat and,
'oplng in his rags. fired deliberately
the little patch in the roof where
re sago-leaves had been torn away.
China Tea" the next episode of
lis gripping series, will start in our