Perth Amboy evening news., 1923-08-28
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wettest night we've had for months!'
Come on, Clay!" shouted Pen
nington, whose irritability had taken
him out of earshot.
wait half a minute. I fancy
Dawson's on the right track"
"Oh!-what is it?"
"Just this" murmured the d. o.
1.-THE dispatch from Hewitt was sew
eral hours late. You remember 1 re-
marked on it. The runne was one
of Chai-Hung's agents. He wormed
his way up from the rear, using the
message as his passport, slipped into
CLAWS tent and came on to you
afterward. The bandit is a pretty
subtle beast, you know. and there's
nothing so good as getting your OPP
ponent ratified at the start
The tall man nodded approval and
the hard lines vanished from Pen
nington's forehead.
1.-THE runner from Hewitt! I never
thought of that Well interview Ra-
bat-Pilai on our way round. 1 don't
like the idea of that fellow wander
ing about with all that information
with regard to our movem snts,' re-
marked Pennington. He's in posses
sion of a note signed by myself into
the bargain. Heaven only knows
what use he intends to make of it."
The deluge had given a to a
steady downpour as the two men
passed Clay's tent.
The taller man, who was follow
ing close upon Pennington's heels,
stepped aside to avoid a stump and
hit his foot against something soft
and bulky.
IT say, Pennington!-just a Sec
ond."
The other stopped and came slow
ly back.
He found Clay STOPPING over a
PROSTATE form.
whats the matter p
I'm not quite sure. There's a
Teller here-yes. by Jove, with a
knife stuck in his back. Confound it,
the moons gone in! Got a light?"
An electric fash-light threw a mar
row silver ray.
Clay came to his feet.
Dawson was right" he said quiet
ly. "He was dead right"
"Who is it?'
my orderly-that's all"
Dawson, moved r%estlessly in his
sleep, then sat bolt uprights-A hur-
ricane was blowing outside.
He rubbed his eyes and yawned.
He was still in sole possession of
P%ennington's tent. He consulted his
watch. 1t was close on three.
Suddenly-born on the wings of
the wfnd4there waited to his ears
the sound of rapid firing, a babel of
~diseordant cries and something
scared through the material above
mis- head with a s%piteful, significant
zip. And then-from somewhere
close at hand, came the deep dron-
ing note of a Dusun gong.
"HelI!H- calculated the District
officer, and began lacing up his
boots with haste. He raked
out his tunic and macintosh. felt
to see that his automatic was there,
and plunged for the open.
The night was alive with shadowy,
fitting forms, with blazing torches.
the incessantr rattle of musketry.
And still the deep-throated gong sent
its warning message into the dark
ness.
He splashed his way through the
trees, lit upon a bunch of bare-footed
native soldiers that appeared TO be
taking no useful part in the atfrdy,
and led them in breathless haste to-
ward the spot from which the alarm
seemed to originate.
Get down, all of you" he shout
ed, and fell on his hands almost on
top OF Clay whose long legs trailed
from behind a rock and whose cheek
was pressed against a rife stock.
THAT you, Dawson? Pennington's
round on the far side at the only
other possible point for them to
break through"
Clay's rifle spoke.
THAT was a beauty, Dawson.
We've been at it for about an hour.
The enemy achieved a minor sue
cess at the outset. Caught our rear
defenses nappin' and a dozen or SO,
carryin' something on a pole, man
aged to sqlirm their way through
and join the main body. The Yellow
Seven opened up to cover their ap-
proach-and we decided to attack"
He fired again. Were advancin'
gradually all along the line. I've
promised to take the slope at the
point of the bayonet before dawn"