The Bismarck tribune. [volume] (Bismarck, N.D.) 1916-current, 1923-08-08

BEGINN HERE TODAY

er of Police at Jcsselton, British
North Borneo. Pennington is detail
! ed by the government to run to eartl
| The Yellow Seven, a gang of Chimes
| bandits. Peter is known as "Chinese
| Pennington because of his slant eye
and his ability to Disguise himsel
| and mingle with Chinese without an.
one suspecting his identity. Penning
ton traces Chat Hung to his lates
hiding place. =.
NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY
"The pack was gradually diminish
ing. There were only 13 cards left
counted them as they lay in tn,
yellow light of the lamp. There wa
a dramatic pause and in the grin
silence that followed only one ma,
spoke. 1t was Lai- Ho-Hyde's oil,
servant-and he spoke so softly tina
l only caught one single word:-m!
own name! And then strang,
thing happened. The arch bandit
who had lain still and motionless a.
corpse, raised himself on one arm
His fingers, emaciated with tn,
fever that consumed him, hoveret
over the table--then dropped on to .
single card. He was too weak to take
it and the thing fluttered to thu
floor, falling face-uppermost not {
yard from where l waited"
"The Yellow Seven!" Hewitt's lip.
formed the words.
Pennington inclined his head.
"The lot had fallen upon Ckai.
Hung himself to take my life. Ant
Chai-Hung lay like a dead thing
weakened even with the sheer exer
ton of his effort, while his intended
victim watched unseen!"
At the foot of the bamboo ladde,
the Commissioner turned to Penning.
ton.
81 thought you'd like to know that
Monica insisted in coming with me
on this trip. To tell you the honest
truth, l hadn't the heart to refuse
her. We're staying at Dawson's bun.
galow. Why don't you run along and
see herr"
A look of pain crept into tn.
others face.
81 darent," he said thickly. 81
want to see this thing through
first"
The other nodded sympathetically
when are you going to collar
him."
Tonight. Come to me here al
nine-and come armed"
The Commissioners form was out
of sight before Pennington turned on
his heel and went back to the bamboo
bridge where Hewitt had first found
him.
The sun was already at it's zenith
when Captain John Hewitt-Com-
missioner of Police-halted abruptly
at spot where two jungle paths
met-and realized that he had lost
his bearings. It was precisely at tina.
moment that he began to regret that
Pennington hadnot offered to accom-
pany him. Pennington had an uncan-
ny knack of finding his way through
territory that was absolutely un-
known to him. It was as if that ex-
traordinary freak of birth that had
presented him with the eyes of All
Oriental had gifted him also with
the mysterious instincts of the pgi-
meval savage.
The track was imperceptibly grow
ing wider and at intervals he. felt the
rays of the sun that poured down on
him where the trees were set farther
apart. He glanced up suddenly, then,
white to the roots of his hair, darted
behind the trunk Of jack-fruit-tree,
flattening himself against the bark.
He knew now that he had taken the
wrong path for straight ahead of him
rose a. wall Of rock, sheer and frown-
ing. At the foot of the rock nestled
broad, squat hut, rooted with dried
sago-leaves. Sitting TRANQUILITY at his
ease, his fat fingers interlaced over
an enormous paunch that even fever
had not succeeded in reducing to anJ
appreciable extent, was Chai-Hung.
He sat alone, wrapped in a. blanket &C.
quired in one of his numerous raids,
his feet crossed in front of him, his
back resting against one of the poles
that supported the building.
For a matter Of seconds the Com
missioner of Police stared in mute
fascination at this apparition. A pro-
longed scrutiny left no doubt in his
mind as to the accuracy Of Penning-
toms statement. Chai-Hung had been
ill. There were dark rings under his
eyes, his cheeks had fallen in, and
the rolls of fat. that hung from his
jowl were suspended like the shape
less lines of debating balloon.
The bandit rose to his feet with n
sudden effort. clutching at the pole
for support. Presently he steadied
himself and came slowly toward the
spot where Hewitt was hiding, his
beady eyes blazing with light that
was almost supernatural. The Com
missioner, fumbling for his hip
pocket, swayed sideways and broke
the spell that held him. Scarcely
conscious of what he was doing, he
left the trees and, covering half the
distance that separated them, leveled
his automatic deliberately at Chai-
Hung.
The Oriental did not finch. He let
the blanket slip. from his broad shout
ders and returned the others gaze
with placid smile.
"You want to see me, Captain
HEWITT" he inquired with that oily
smoothness he could pour over the
habitual harshness; Of his information
when he chose. so ,f
II want you to put both your