The Bismarck tribune. [volume] (Bismarck, N.D.) 1916-current, 1923-07-26
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Fetef remington, detective, is de-
tailed by the government to capture
the leader of The Yellow Seven, q
gang of Chinese bandits. Captain
John Hewitt, Commissioner of Po-
lice at Jesselton, British North Bor-
neo, procures a warrant for the ar.
rest Of Chai-Hung, influential Chi.
nese Hewitt Is captured by The
Yellow Seven and Pennington goes
to hunt for him. He is ACCOMPANIED
by Hewitt's beautiful sister, Monica
Whey. Pennington learns tha,
Hewitt's cook boy is a member of
The Yellow Seven.
NOW. GO ON WITH THE STORY
She tripped over root that cross
ed the Unmarked path, and stumbl-
ed against him, gaspnG for breath.
| I'm so-sorry," she painted "i--
simply ant--do it!"
Pennington steadied her with his
arm, apologiEing profusely.
He looked up land saw that the
guide had disappeared.
This was the first serious hitch
that had occurred. Swearing softly
to himself, he carried her the next
thirty yards, frosted her against a
tree, and flashed his torch like a
search-light, sweeping it in all direc-
tions. Suddenly he plunged forward
! and caught the delinquent covering
behind a thorn-bush. He drew the
shivcring Wong See from his hiding
place, then kicked him with astonish-
ing accuracy.
The remedy proved efficacious, for,
throughout the final phases of the
| nocturnal expedition, Wong-See
made no further attempt to elude his
captor!
The guide stopped abruptly, drop
ping to his hands and knees, and
Pennington, creeping up to him, en-
tinguished the torch. Monica, her
hands torn and bleeding, her neck
and wrists and ankles so many itch
ing zones where the thirsty blood
suckers of the jungle had taken their
toll, felt herself forced from the
main track by the sudden pressure of
her companions left arm. Ahead of
them-scarcely twenty PAGES distant
"a light fllckcred for moment and
then went out.
PcnningtOn's lips, pressed against
her ear, breathcd two words:
"Chai-Hung's sentry!"
Pennington's hand had left Moni-
cas- arm and subdued, restless, vet
constant something was going on at
her side. Presently she felt solid
mass press against her and found
that she was gripping the torch that
remington had thrust toward her.
She. CROPPED wildly in the darkness
with her free hand. For a matter of
seconds her heart stood still, for in
the space where she had believed
Pennington to be-there was moth
ing. Her fingers dropped suddenly
to warm, motionless body that lay
PROSTATE at her side. 6,
She withdrew her hand, shudder-
ing inwardly, and somehow the torch
flashed in the blackness, sending
bar of brilliant light straight down
the track that stretched before her.
She saw huddled form, seated on
what might have been a fallen trunk
and then, before the creaturc-sur-
prised by the iliumination-could be-
stir itself, white-clad figure had
sprung like a panther from the trees
and overwhelmed it.
She saw no more, for her thumb
had found the switch and pushed it \
into place. She knew now that the
form she had touched was that of
the miserable Wong-See, who was
effectively gagged and bound.
"Come on" said the voice of PEN
nington in her ear. II fancy I've
cleared the path"
She was beginning to understand
the reason for her brothers deep
rooted confidence in this amazing
man, with the strength and cunning
of a primeval savage-and the table, |
manners of a prince!
So cautious were their movements
after this that Monica felt prompted
to cry aloud, 10 laugh, anything to
relieve the appalling monotony. AL
broad, squat shadow doomed present.
~ in front of them, a tumble down |
wooden erection from which issued
the sound of subdued voices. PEN
nington drew her along with him to-
ward a spot where a light showed |
between the rotting timbers.
Crouching in the weeds that rose
waist-high lin the clearing, she peered |
through. In the center of the, apart |
mcnt, around abroad stone slab, she |
counted seven Orientals. His back |
to her, clad in. a gorgeous widesleev-
ed jacket of dark blue silk on which
was embroidered many-headed |
dragon, sat an elderly Chinaman
whose enormous proportions could
belong to no other man she had yet
seen than the arch-criminal whom
Pennington sought to secure red
handed. b;/
On the stone slab, like SO many
sponge-fingers, Chinese playing cards
were spread face-downward and,
even Tho uir0N hanf, for,uo 81 n |