The Bismarck tribune. [volume] (Bismarck, N.D.) 1916-current, 1923-08-30
5NG yGGL@W SEVEN:
y Run TO EARTH 81
BY Edmund Smell.

of ruins and he guessed that this re
naming rampant sheltered all that
was left of the bandits followers. To
all intents and purposes the day was
won.
y, And then, as he brought his gaze
back to the wall, he saw figure
standing very erect on it's summit a
man of enormous proportions in a
white drill tunic and baggy silk
trousers. He did not need the assist
ance Of binoculars to recognize Chat
Hung.
Within a matter of seconds, Sec
ond form had Joined him, pushed
from below by unseen hands. In a
flash there dawned upon him the
meaning of that maneuver of the
early hours, the band that had brok-
en- through carrying something slunp
: from a pikul.
| His senses reelel.
For Gods sake stop that damned
gun!" he caught himself screaming
aloud, writhing in the agony of his
/ impotence. He damned his fingers in
his ears and tried in vain to draw
his eyes from the girl who, bound
hand and foot, just balancing on the
Jagged surface of rock, looked death
| IN the face unflinchingly.
He had always admired Monica.
mad even cherished hopes of her
himself, until Pennington had stem.
1 ped in. The sight of her standing
there by the side of Chai-Hung mad.
dened him. He tried to collect his
thoughts and, as he did so, the real
significance of that solitary rampant
was borne upon him. Clay had told
him after their first attack that he
mind the rude fortress was sheer
drop of eight hundred feet. Her
presence there was warning IN
remington to cease fire.
He wriggled into the shelter of tho
next boulder ahead, conscious only
OF desire to do something. TWENTY
yards from the wall, he realized that
tne 1iring had stopped. AS he watch.
ca his opportunity to scramble under
the wall itself, his eye caught a Sec
ond figure far to his right. a short
awarthy scarecrow with long knife
between his teeth.
"Rabat-Pilai! The creature nassed
out OF sight and Dawson Law very
still while all around reigned ST.
renee that tugged at his ncrvestrinps
Inc sun beat mercilessly down on
MIN and he shifted his battered topee
back over the nape of his neck won-
derlng all the time what Chai-Hunr's
next move would be.
Suddenly, from their own lines
single rifle-shot rang out. The man
on the wall clapped hand to his
slde, then swung his arm forward as
II to send his victim tottering back
ward.
Dawson cursed the fellow under
ms breath. II was sheer madness to
pick off the bandit, for he stood so
close to the girl that the faintcst
touch must assuredly carry her with
him. SD
A rock, dislodged from somewhere.
Slid into space, and two hands an.
peared on the wall, inches only from
where the girl stood. Impelled from
behind, she slid forward with a little
scream into the ruins, and Chai-
Hung turned with snarl upon
Chinese Pennington. He had dis
carded his sling, but Dawson could
see that his wounded arm panied him
greatly.
He hit Chai-Hung with all the
force he could muster, over-balanced
with the sheer force of impact-and
the two men disappeared together
into the abyss.
AS if at a given signal, the attack
ing force rose and advanced at the
double; but Dawson, anxious only
for the safety of Monica and his best
friend, blundered ahead of them into
the shattered stronghold. He found
Hewitt's sister, bruised but uninjur-
ed, half-buried in heap of debris.
Dear Mr.. Dawson she murmured
incoherently. '"I'm so glad you've
turned up. / was beginning to think
all my friends had deserted me- He
severed her bonds with his knife and
she caught his sleeve between her
numbed fingers. "Tell me where's
Peter? Why isn't he here?"
Dawson choked.
ut was Pennington who saved
you," he stammered. HE'LL find
out for you in a minute"
He pushed fresh clip into his pis-
toll and made her take it. A second
later he was staring blankly into
space.
There was track-a foot wide
between the base of the wall and the
A couple of yards below
the path the face of Rabat-Pilai
grlnned up at him. This amazing
being was hanging on by his fingers
and toes, with the limp form of Pc
ter Pennington pressed between him
and the face of the rock.
Dawson dropped to the path,
steadied himself, then grasping
single branch that jutted from the
edge, reached downward. Rabat,
oosening his hold, pushed Penning-
'on's arm upward until Dawson could
grasp his wrist-then<s slid without ut
'erance to join the still form of his
arch-enemy, eight hundred feet be-
ow.
The D. o. drew Pennington to
'afety-and Clay, appearing at the
tarthest extremity of the rampant
'rept round to help him.
THE END.