The Bismarck tribune. [volume] (Bismarck, N.D.) 1916-current, 1923-08-30

tailed by the government to appre'
hcnd ChailHung, is engaged to be
married to Monica Whey. Monica's
brother, Captain John Hewitt, il
Commissioner of Police at .Jesselton
British North Borneo. Pennington
leads an expedition to capture the
bandit leader. Peter is ably assisted
by his chief-of-staff, Rabat. Pilai
who, because Of personal griev.
ance, hates Chai-Hung bitterly.
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A bullet drilled a hole in his topee
and Dawson laughed aloud. A knot
of fanatics-running 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
upoh the bayonets of the last of
Clay's party. There followed a Pc
Rod of breathless, hand-to-hand
fighting and presently he woke to the
sudden realization that they were on
level ground, in fierce pursuit of the
last defenders of gradient.
Clays voice beloved after him.
Dawson! Dawson, come back
here! We've gained our objective
and it won't pay us to 20 farther"
The d. O. retired with evident re-
luctance.
He found Clay with his back
against rock, binding up his hand
with strips from his handkerchief
"Hit?"
Nothing to speak of. You are all
right?"
Dawson felt himself all over.
Not even a blighty! It's very dis
appointing. When I get back to nv
little log-hut in the trees, nobodyll
believe l took part in the scrap at
ALL" ~
Clay was sucking at the stem of
an empty briar.
I'll give you certificate to that
effect! l think we've every reason
to pat ourselves on the back. We're
IN occupation of the entire ridge.
plenty of cover and a clear view Of
Chal-Hung's headquarters" He
knotted the improvised bandage and
drew it taut with his teeth. 1.-THE
Yellow Seven are hemmed in on the
plateau. Pennington is advancing On
our extreme right. Rabat- Pilai is in
charge of the left flank. Behind the
earthworks 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 rockwork barely
a quarter of mile ahead. A pole
Jutted from the center of this mass
and from it swung a yellow flag.
Better get stretcher-party to
work. he remembered suddenly.
"1ve told my sergeant already"
He glanced back and saw Penninc-
ton coming up the slope. His left
arm was in 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. 1 want
you to take over my section. I'm
liking up grub for everybody. The
sunii be up in few minutes. thereU
De quick breakfast after which we
embark upon the second part of our
program. Clay, your party-together
with further platoon I'm sending
you-will advance a couple of hum
dred yards and take cover. Dawson.
you'll want to 60 a bit farther-say
three hundred. Rabat-Pilai will do
the same. At seven I'm going to
open out with the fifteen FOUNDER"
a runner trotted up the incline
and halted before them.
The Tuan Pennington"
The man with the Chinese eyes
took the message from, his hand. |
Dawson, watching him curiously. |
saw the color vanish from his cheeks.
he sat, stock still, staring at the 4.
note as if unable to comprehend its |
meaning.
What is it," demanded Clay.
remington started.
Its from Hewitt he said. "He
hasn't been able to get away. but
,opes to join us before it's all over.
Monica disappeared two days ago.
she was going to the Governors
house at Sandakan-and didn't turn
lp."
That's Mrs. Viney-Pennington's
:'ancee,' explained Dawson. "This is
errible, Penn. You don't think Chat
lung has had anything to do with I
his? ?" Wv"
Pennington rose to his feet.
Il don't know what to think. It's
shocked me pretty hard"
What are you going to do ?"
."Carry-on,' said Pennington with
touch of bitterness.
Dawson, flattened down against
me rock, barely a hundred PAGES
rom the main objective, saw the
seventh round send wall toppline
lrunkenly inward.
Good mani" he murmured exult.
ntly, then CROPPED for his rifle. Four
more rounds followed|i in quicker sue
the d. o. rubbed his fat
lands together. Chai-Hung's lair
vas crumpling from its very founda-
IONS. One main wall of enormous
'ouiders stood alone behind a heap