The Bismarck tribune. [volume] (Bismarck, N.D.) 1916-current, 1923-08-13
YEA Service. Inc. 1922
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Commissioner of Police at Jesselton
British North Borneo.. Pennington j
detailed by the government to, cap
ture Chai-Hung, leader of The yellow
Seven, 4 gang of Chinese bandits
James Varney, who lives 1t the hea'
of the Tembakut River, receives
threatening message from The Yellov
Seven. Varney's fad is having him
self tattooed by Zara-Khan, skille,
tattooer.
NOW GO WITH THE STORY
"Come in here,' he shouted. Var
ney appeared, rubbing his eyes. H.
blinked YEARLY around the room
smiled family at Pennington and, hi.
faculties returning to him, bent owe,
Chong-Hee.
Dead"
"Quite!" *,
What on earth's it all meant"
II heard him creeping about-and
helped him down the, partition. He
must have fallen on his own knife.
"Good Lord! heard nothing. Didn't
the dog bark ?"
"You could hardly expect it to. 1t
knew Chong-Hee."
The hound had crept into the room
and was shifting at the corpse sus
piciously.
what do you advise me to dc?
asked Varney.,
"Take reasonable precautions-and
don't go about unarmed. You'll be
IN need of a new servant. I'll dig one
out for you in the morning-one of
my own men. You'll find him per-
fectly reliable though a trifleN un-
sightly!.
The trader produced a pipe from
his dressing-gown and a small bag
of Dutch tobacco.
WED better get out of this. It'll
be healthier on the veranda. What's
wrong with your mann"
"Chai-Hung carved his face up a
bit when they last encountered one
another. He left him with one eye
and one ear-and his mouths deal
wider than it ought to be. But that
sort Of thing doesn't damp his ar
dor"
varney shuddered involuntarily.
"What is he?"
"A half-caste of sorts. Calls him.
self Rabat- Pilai. Claims to have quail
flied in some remote quarter of the
globe as an apothecary."
Its mighty good of YOU"
mot at all. BY the bye, d'you mind
leaving the .obsequies of the late
Chong-Hee to his. successor? want
to- give him rather an elaborate fun
erais He doesn't in the least deserve
it, I'll admit, but it's just at this
moment occurred to me that an OBJ
portunity has arisen to enable me to
practice a slight deception upon our
friend Chai-Hung. You see, he once
hoodwinked me much in the same
manner. Got himself buried-and ere.
mated, Of all things! Sent me the
asi,es into the bargain! The poison
he inserted in the knob of the urn
would have done credit to Borgia."
Varney hooked down the lamp.
You want him to be buried as
Precisely. Select a nice, comfy
little spot under the palm-trees-and
get one of your skilled men to paint
! board with my name. You can
borrow Dawson's bugler to blow the
last Post, if you like. It'll cheer
Door old Chai-Hung no END! Will
,ou do it,"
"Certainly." -5
"Good man! Now I'll clear out SOS
lot to spoil the effect, and fancy |
AN guarantee that Rabat-P ilai and |
! few of my things to add to the
'ealism of the affair will be with you
inside an hour"
CARA Khan" said varney, remov-
ng his singlet, "I've come to the
conclusion you'd better finish the
oh while you're here"
The man in the turban of red and
'old bowed.
Every good, sab. What you want
ne to do? An elephant with tigress
Il nging to the trunk would be good"
i've got tiger already" said the
raider, surveying his arm.
"A leopard with spots" suggested
he prince Of tattooers. ut would
make q nice picture. l made one like
hat once for the Rajah--"
He broke off suddenly. He was
taring at the door which led from
he veranda. varney, following the
ERECTION of his gaze, saw the figure
t an Oriental of enormous girth
ramed in the doorway. The new
omer wore a white tunic, buttoned
p to the neck, across which
tretched the massive links of gold
hahn. His legs were encased in
aggy trousers Of black silk, that
astled in the breeze and the third
niger of his left hand displayed a
ing set with a large green stone.
Il trust ! am not intruding, GENTLE
len!"
The trader observed him coldly.
"Who are, your he demanded,
sachins at the same time for his
mic. L,
"Chai-Hung," said the other
IMPLY.
Rabat- Pilai-who was in the act
entering by the opposite door
ropped the jug of water he had been
arrying and fled. II
"Chai- Hung ?" J.,
Most certainly! Why not, Mr..
arney. II you are still inclined to
oubt my word, Mr., lara Khan will
1lighten you."
Varney's hand swung round to the
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