The Bismarck tribune. [volume] (Bismarck, N.D.) 1916-current, 1923-08-27
By Edmund Smell.

peo-uHieSS ME. van Daulen wants
you"
A chair creaked as the other drop
! ped into it.
emo thanks. You know where to
put my clothes for the morning.
like my boots hereby this chair"
He turned to Pennington. IL roam
about in my slippers until my pony
comes round, you know. find it
more comfortable"
Pennington waved his hand in the
air, implying dismissal.
"Our boots on the veranda then.
Tabi, Rabat-Pilai!"
"Tabi, Tuan."
The customary salutation carried
the servant to the passage. He
glanced back once-then vanished al
together.
Queer chap-your mani"
Rather weird, isn't he? He cut
off Chai-Hung's left hand when last
they met and walks the world with
the step of Teller who's managed to
pay off fair proportion of heavy
debt. He smoked the thing over the
fire and / fancy he carries it about
with him under his blouse"
Van Daulen shuddered.
Pennington came languidly to his
feet.
Good night, Van Daulen. Hone
we're both we'll enough to sit up and
enjoy that cup of tea"
Rabat-Pilai was busting laborious-
ly when Pennington i'm riding
breeches and lippers-emerged on
to the veranda an easy first. Van
Daulen was splashing in his room.
grunting and spluttering with the
glorious lack of restraint of a rh;-
noceros.
The man with the Chinese eyes
kicked off his slippers.
His foot was on the point of entcc-
ing the boot when Rabat dropped "A
pile of worn volumes.
Pennington started and looked up.
The servant was signaling furiously,
his mutilated face queerly contorted.
The Englishman raised his brows,
took each heel gingerly between fin
ger and thumb and from the left boot
shook what looked like a tin-tack
with an enormous head. He was still
staring at it when Rabat- Pilai picked
it up without turning hair. He re-
treated with it to Van Daulen's
chair. grinning over the back of 1t
at his master.
Good Lord! 1t was touch and 20
that time, with. vengeance. The in
human swine! Rabat, if I'd trodden
on that how long would l have been
in agony?"
All that was possible of the grin
vanished as Van Daulen appeared at
the head of the passage.
Morning, Pennington. Hope l
haven't kept you waiting?"
"Not in the least, old bird. I've
always cherished a sort of hazy no.
ton you planters were early folk!
Those my boots, Rabat?"
He pulled chem on one after the
other, fully aware all the while that
the Dutchman's eyes were upon him.
Suddenly he uttered sharp ex-
clamation and sat back in the chair,
his lips parted, his breath coming
and going in short gasps.
whats the matter, Pennington p
Nothing. Rabat Pilai, you idiot,
why didn't you knock down this con-
founded nail?" He fell forward
burying his face in his hands, then
furched to the floor, where he lay,
jerking spasmodically.
The native-comprehending nothing
--plucked long knife from his Deit.
With a wild cry he sprang at the
planter. who covered him with an
automatic.
"Stop where you are, Rabat- Pilai.
I'll deal with you later. Pennington,
can you hear me? In half an hour
from now it won't matter very much
your friend in Jesselton
finds fifty finger-prints on those
brushes. I've a launch in the bay
and a tong-kong standing off ready
to take me to the Philippines. I killed
Demberg. We'd loathed one another
pretty heartily ever since we met and
Domberg stood in Chai-Hung's way
and mine. 1t was Chai-Hung sent
me to Jesselton-to get you here.
Drop that knife, you black skinned
devil, and get over in the corner
where l can see YOU" He reached
Town for his boots. He stamped his
feet homeland the corners of Rabat.
Pilai's enormous mouth twitched.
A below like that of an angry bull
shook the rafters and the automatic
slipped to the floor. Pennington's
fingers shot out and closed over the
quit.
Doesn't it occur to you, Van
Daulen, that I'm taking a deuce of
! long time dying!"
But the Dutchman was not listen
ng. A sort of semi-paralysis seemed
% have gripped him and he shrank
rather than fell to the boards.
Pennington, springing to his feet,
swung around on his servant.
"Rabat- Pilai, did you do this?" he
demanded sternly.
The features of hideous. battered
dol confronted him.
at was between my fingers when
he Dutch Tuan came-and dropped
t." 4.
you're the most internal liar that
vas ever created, Rabat!"
He fell to his knees by the side OF
Fan Daulen.
"Run to Earth" the next episode
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