The Bismarck tribune. [volume] (Bismarck, N.D.) 1916-current, 1923-08-20

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OF CnlncSe D01UlCS, loves MOHASo
Whey, sister Of Captain John
Hewitt, Commissioner of Police at
Jesselton, British North Borneo
Pennington goes with Denis Moor
house, district officer, to hunt Chat
Hung. The expedition is guided by a
dancing girl, enemy of the bandit
chief, because Of the theft of one of
her wonderful silver gloves.
NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY
Pennington smIled.
you'll have to tuck that sylph-
like form of yours I deal closer into
the underground"
"0uaya's gone in" reported the
D. o. of Bukft-Iba hopping his
forehead with handkerchief.
"Hot, isn't p said Pennington
cheerfully.
A quarter of an hour later Moor
house touched Pennington with his
foot and the man with the Chinese
eyes passed the warning on .tfifle
more heavily. The girl had emerged
from, the hut and, the bundle still
under one arm, was making off in an
easterly direction, following close
upon the heels of an elderly Oriental
IN a suit of butchers blue and an
enormous mushroom hat.
Moorhouse glanced back.
"Give 'em time," muttered PEN
nington between his teeth. ut may
be plant"
To Dawson it seemed centuries be.
fore the jungle expert rose to his feet
and, selecting patch of ground be-
tween the trees where the giant
ferns rose in rank profusion, steered
diagonal course toward the path
their quarry had taken.
It was fully an hour before they
obtained a clear view of the dancer
and her guide, but Pennington-em-
ploying some instinct he had acquired
in his wanderings, seemed to have
been aware of their proximity for
some time With starting sudden
ness Chinese Pennington dropped in
his tracks and, not moment too
soon, his companions followed suit.
Leaning against jack-fruit tree
barely dozen yards distant Moor
house saw an enormous Oriental,
nude from the waist upward, for
midable parang dangling at his side.
Farther to his right, the D. o. noted
a similar sentinel and, to the left
again, still a third, motionless as q
statue.
As they lay there, a prey to vora-
cious ants and swarms of flies. a
piercing scream came from the d.
restion of the path, followed by a
wild hysterical sobbing.
Moorhouse was up like a jack-in-
the-box, but Pennington's fingers,
closing firmly over an ankle, pulled
him down again. He turned to ex-
postulate, but hand choked his ut
terance.
keep still, your priceless IDIOT"
the other whispered in his ear. "You
cant do any good. He's waiting for
us to come out and show ourselves"
The d. o. Of Bukit-Iban, an un-
pleasant taste in his mouth, glanced
appealingly at Dawson; bnt Dawson
was thoughtfully examining the
safety-catch of his automatic and did
not look up.
The screams came again and
Moorhouse damned his fingers in his
ears
He hardly remembered the details
of that retreat. There was some
thing about Pennington that made
men follow him, or the, magistrate
would never have come at all.
"Phew!" calculated Dawson rs
soon as they were back at the origi-
nal track. "That was trifle too
near to be pleasant" He winked at
Pennington. Gentlemen, you may
smoke!"
He held his case to Moorhouse
who did not appear to notice it, and
to Pennington, who shook his head.
The stout man lit up cheerfully..
"Discretion," he observed senten-
tiously, sis the better part of valor!
With a bit of luck, Moorhouse, old
son, we shall arrive at your palatial
residence in time for cheering cup
of teal"
The pent-up feelings of Denis
Moorhouse at length found utter
ance.
"They were numbering thst GIRL
he said.
Chinese Pennington dropped q
heavy hand on the others shoulder
II should make yourself quite
easy on that ~score. Chat Hung
doesn't murder pretty women who
are likely to be Of service to him.
Whether Miss Guaya was aware Of
it or not, the ambush we were within
an ace Of walking into had been long
and carefully prepared"
"That doesn't account for the
screams"
-"some people scream before they
are hurt"
81 don't quite follow YOU"
"Hc means to say" put in Daw-
son, inhaling tobacco smoke with
the air Of parched wanderer in the
desert quenching his thirst. that
the bandit merely threatened her.
He can be mighty unpleasant spec
tacle when he likes"
II hope to heaven you're right"
1.-THE more think Of It," pursued
Pennington, "the more feasible 1t
seems. Guaya, vow must remember,
is p consummate .actress'-anf her
efforts certainly struck me as highly
theatrical"
"whers az. W now r demanded
Moorhouse gloomily. .4s
real. with the real; . ground ION