Perth Amboy evening news., 1923-08-18
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theavy hand on the others shoulder
Il should make yourself quite
easy on that score. Chai-Hune
doesn't murder pretty women who
are likely to be of service TO him
Whether Miss Guaya was aware oil
it or not, the ambush we were with
in 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"
Il don't quite follow you"
HE means to say" put in Daw-
son, inhaling tobacco smoke with
the air of a parched wanderer in the
desert quenehing his thirst, that
the bandit merely threatened her.
He can be a mighty unpleasant spec
tacle when he likes"
II hope to heaven you're right"
The more I think of it," pursued
Pennington, the more feasible it
seems. Guaya, you must remember,
is a consummate actress-and her
efforts certainly struck me as high
ly theatrical"
"Where are we now?" demanded
Moorhouse gloomily.
"A shade better off than when we
started. We know that the Yellow
Seven are here in considerable force,
and hat the united efforts of three
perfectly good white men armed
with automatics would be about the
fo%rlornest hope ever embarked up
on"
They passed through the screen of
cocOpalms and emerged on to the
strip of grassland in which Moor
houses bungalow lay
i 4 \
Moorhouse, hardly awake, reached
down automatically for the blanket
at the bottom of the bed. Suddenly,
as his benumbed faculties began TO
return to him, he started and blinked
vacantly at the white canopy above
him. Somewhere close at hand a
dog was barking. Ten seconds later
he had woken to the realization that
1t was the black chow and that the
sound came from the veranda.
shut up, Hitami Lie down.
And then-something black and
shadoWy slid noiselessly within the
rectangle of light and out of it again.
The d. o., experiencing that I'M
comfortable sensation that is in
variably associated with a surprise
in the early hours, forced his muscles
to act and CROPPED under the pillow
for his automatic. His fingers
touched nothing but the crumpled
edge of the sheet. Always a restless
sleeper. his pillow lay-a s~hapeless
mass-to one side, and the weapon
ha1 nraafr mo h1sr Ipnanaa tn fLn aAna
without waking him. Swearing soft
ly to himself, he reached down,
cropping uncertainty in all directions.
The himsy curtains, blowing listless-
ly in a light breeze, touched his
cheek and, bringing his head sud
denly upward, he saw-as if dangled
from the bedpost-a silver hand. The
thing lowered there, glittering in the
patch of light, and for some mo-
ments he stared at it. He withdrew
his gaze with an effort, a wild hope
revolving in his brain.
"Guayai" The words formed
themselves upon his lips. He had
not seen her since that strategic
retreat from the bandits sentries.
Perhaps she had sought him On the
veranda and, failing to find him
mere udu COillt " his room lie
looked up again. The apparition was
still where he had first seen it. He
pushed himself upward on his arms
sank back mute with silent
horror. The thing was a left hand
the gauntlet that Chai-Hung had
stolen!
He wriggled over on to his face
and sent his trembling fingers over
the rough floor. They knocked
presently against something soft
and warm-a human footi He set
his teeth grimly. He must somehow
manage to slip out from the other
side-between the bed and the parti-
tion-and snatch up the water jug,
anything with which TO defend him
self. The bed creaked as he moved
and the curtains parted. A lean
hand fell upon either wrist and, from
out of the corner Of his eye, he saw
that the silver hand had vanished.
There hung in its place a knife with
a long thin blade and a hilt that he
knew was yellow.
He aimed a kick at the arm which
held it suspended, but it moved
swiftly upward and the force Of his