Perth Amboy evening news., 1923-08-18
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Peter Pennington, engaged by the
government to capture Chai-Hung
leader of The Yellow Seven, a gang
of Chinese bandits. loves Monica
Whey. sister of Captain John He
witt, Commissioner of Police at Jes-
selton. British North Borneo. Pen
nington goes with Dennis Moor
house, district officer. to hunt Chai-
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 a deal closer into
the underground"
"Guaya's gone in" reported the
D. O.. of Bukit-Iban, hopping his
forehead with a handkerchief.
Hot. isn't it?' said Pennington
ch~eerfully.
A quarter of an hour later Moor
house touched Pennington with his
foot and the man with the Chinese
yes passed the warning on a trifle
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 al 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. TT may
be a plant"
To Dawson it seemed centuries be-
fore the jungle expert rose to his
feet and, selecting a patch of ground
between the trees where the giant
ferns rose in rank pTofusion, steered
o diagonal course toward the path
their quarry had taken.
1t was fully an hour before they
obtained a clear view of the dancer
and her guide, but Pennington-em-
ploying some instinct he had ac-
CURED in his wanderings, seemed to
have been ware of their proximity
for some time. With startling sud
denness Chinese Pennington dropped
in his tracks and. not a moment TOO
soon, his companions followed suit.
Leaning against a jack-knife tree
barely a dozen yards distant Moor
saw ar enormous Oriental.
nude from the waist upward, a for
mldable 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 a
statute.
As they lay there, a prey to vora-
clous ants and swarms of flies. a
piercing crea came from the di-
rection of the path. followed by a
wild, historical sobbing.
Moorhouse was up like a iack-in-
Thn-hnN hYYF 4
closing firmly over an ankle. pulled
MIN down again. He turned to ex-
postulate, but a hand choked his
%utterance.
Keep still. you priceless IDIOT"
the other whispered in his ear. You
can't do any good. He's waiting for
us to come out and show ourselves"
The d. o of Bukit-Iban, an I'M
pleasant taste in his mouth. glanced
appealing at Dawson; but Dawson
thoughtfully examining the
of his automatic and
lid not look up.
The screams came again and
jammed his fingers in
lis ears.
He hardly remembered the details
If hat retreat. There was some
hing about Pennington that made
men follow him, or the magistrate
would never have come at all.
"Phewi" calculated Dawson as
as they were back at the origi-
nal track. THAT was a trifle too
to be pleasant He winked at
Pennington. Gentlemen, you may
,moke!"
He held his ease to Moorhouse
who did not appear to notice it, and
% Pennington, who shook his head.
The stout man lit up cheerfuIIy.
Discretion" he observed senten-
.iously, lis the better part of valorl
With a bit of luck, Moorhouse, old
son, we shall arrive at your palatial
residence in time for a cheering cup
If teal"
The pent-up feelings of Denis
%Moorhouse at length found utter
They were numbering that girl"
said.
Chinese Pennington dropped a