The Bismarck tribune. [volume] (Bismarck, N.D.) 1916-current, 1923-08-28
5NG yGGL0W SEVEN:
y Run TO EARTH 81
BY Edmund Shell.

voice is very terrible and certain men
whose sole object in life is to make
it speak! This must 60 in the square
place among the trees and be covered
with bushes until the morning."
The scarecrow saluted and dlsap-
peared.
Pennington smiled.
"He's my famous chief-of-staff.
He'd come from the farthest extrem-
ity of the earth if he thought l was
in trouble"
Clay was polishing the bowl of his
pipe on his breeches.
when do we start making it hot?
DAWN"
"A trifle after that. There mustn't
be the slightest opportunity for Chat
Hung to break through our Gordon
under cover of darkness. Know what
he looks like?'
The other felt for his pocket book.
Hewitt presented me with a pho
tograph. gather that he's lost
his left hand since that was taken.
Does he speak English?"
Perfectly. He has the manners
and polish of diplomat when he
chooses"
; Clay thrust his head outside and
brought it back wearing an express.
sion of disgust.
"Rainin' like the devil" he an.
nounced. "Wonder if my orderly's
put my tent up yet? If it's all the
same to you, III hop along and see."
He dived into the darkness, leav-
ing Pennington to his own reflec-
tions.
Three minutes later Rabat. Pilai
joined him. He thrust a crumpled
paper into the Englishman's hand.
"Jesselton-16th,' it read, "Chi.
nese rounded up successfully in most
districts. Sending Dawson. Possibly
join you myself.-Hewitt."
amy reply, Tuan?"
Pennington reflected, then scrib.
bled four words on a half sheet of
note-paper:
All going well.-Pennington."
ed the signature and added:
'Reinforcements arrived. Love to
Monica"
Give this to the runner, Rabat.
and arrange for outposts to be sta
TONED half mile in our rear. pre.
pared to warn US if there are anv
signs Of hostile forces gathering be-
hind us, Tahu?"
hind US. Tahu?"
The creature saluted-and was
gone.
remington bent over a rough man.
presently he smiled at his own re-.
iiectlon in a cracked shaving mirror
that hung from the tent.pole. Pos.
siDiy join you myself! He had never
expected his excellency the Commits
sioner OF Police to resist the tempta-
tlon OF being in at the death.
He jerked up his head.
Somebody had blundered into a
rope, tripped over it and apparently
utilized it to assist him to his, foot
again. for the tent swayed as if in
the throes Of an earthquake. The
shock was followed by somewhat
coiored dissertation on tents in oen.
eral and tent-ropes in particular,
Who's that?" demanded Peroine.
ton sharply. /
The swearing ceased and presently
low chuckle broke upon his ears.
remington, or I'm a COMPOUNDED
mar! III give you three guesses."
DON'T need 'em, old son. If any,
body were to ask me who was the
latest ugliest, clumsiest district
OFFICER in the whole of Borneo. I'd
promptly reply"
MOT Dawson-if you're really the
little gentleman take you to be.
Lord, Penn, it's a. devil of a nioht,"
Inc affable Dawson squeezed his
great form into the one place that
offered. cover from the delupe with.
out and lowered himself on to the
spot Clay had vacated.
Not bad-for you.' said the man
with the Chinese eyes, fishing out a
lhird glass. "Three minutes after
the runner. I've just replied to the
message announcing your departure"
The red face of the newcomer no.
came suddenly serious.
THE dickens you have! Hewitt
dispatched it six hours before LETT
The blighter's been messing about m
the Nay" ~ ="
Got thorn in his foot or some.
hing. You look cold"
Gold! I'm soaked to the skin, Two
'een in the immediate vieinitv ~
his canouflaged howell for the hast
part OF the night, walking in circles
ma challenged at regular intervals
mad a deuce of job persuadinr
me Teller I wasn't the notor;om.
chai-Hung himself"
Shows they're doing their wo,k
thoroughly. You'd better take a feu,
'rains of quinine and something neat
o help it down. Clay's turned IN.
" the bye" 1h
That's all right. met him in
esselton the day after he landed
'retty good man, I should thing"
he stripped off his tunic and. cool.
y appropriating blanket from Pen.
l'ngton's bed, wrapped it round him.
Pennington pushed over a small
'ottle Of tablets and tumbler.
Where do you Intend sleepine!"
~ u1~Y T.