New Britain herald. [microfilm reel] (New Britain, Conn.) 1890-1976, 1923-08-09

seek to help him-all will be ILL.,"
Il see," said Varney. I'm othe
words, your friend has pretty gooc
notion in his head that this white
man intends coming here and hopes
if / agree to chase him back into tht
open, to have prolonged opportunit,
of Sitting his throat. Was that all?
"All, tuan."
"Bi-la. Chong- Hee! You can cleai
out" .e. ...4
The dog drowled again, then dashed
into the night, barking. For reasons
| best known to himself, Varney did
not attempt to stop it. He turned
in order to gauge more easily what
was going on outside--and Chong- Hee
waited fearfully.
A quick step was audible along the
path and the dogs Infatuated baying
had turned into a Joyous greeting A
tall, slim man took the steps in a
couple of strides and halted on the
threshold, his solar topee set at a
iaunty angle over eyes that might
have belonged to Celestial had not
the remainder of the newcomers ap-
pearance been so obviously British
Verney hurried forward.
Pennington! Peter Pennington!
Man alive, I'm mighty glad to see
you!"
Chong-Hee still remained at the en-
trance to the passage-way. There was
recognition written clearly in his half
closed eyes.
II saw your light--miles away"
laughed Chinese Pennington, and
made for it like a shot. 1t missed
you them"
by the merest stroke of luck. Be-
yond this, haven't a building intact.
One of my clerks got his leg broken
and couple of coolies'll have to be
buried in the morning. Chong-Hee!
Take Mr. Pennington's cane and hat
and make 1t bath and dinner for two.
Tahu-"
Pennington's glance lii upon the
square bottle.
Next to your admirable self" he
there's nothing on earth /
more wanted to see than that! I've
had the devils own time-and the
DEVILS own luck"
f1UW lHdb. CilG olACi,
pushing forward chair.
Il haven't seen you for months
Varney, so expect you're wondering
what particular stunt is interesting me
at present" He lowered his voice.
I'm trying to tackle the toughest
it's ever been my luck to
strike. Hewitt's got me chasing
round after Chat Hung and his Yellow
Seven"
Got your work cut out! Here's
luck"
"Cheerio! This afternoon-to get it
off my chest--I was on the verge of
off the final coup. I'd had
the Commissioner down to see the
fun. He got collared by the Chinks! |
Luckily / had wind of that almost as
soon as it happened and laid my plans
After that everything
went well Dawson was rounding |
up the bunch, I'd Chai-Hung in the
district officers bungalow, neatly |
trapped in the act of venting his
hatred of myself upon my fiancee-
Mrs. Whey. He had brought nasty
looking reptile in Chinese teapot |
and | knocked 1t into MS lap, cover
ng him at the same time with my |
Believe me or not, old
son. but that COMPOUNDED cyclone ar
lived just in time to spoil anything.
{ smashed Dawson's place to match
wood. / had my hands full saving
Mrs. Whey. 1t was an hour and
,alf before the Commissioner and
;oipod ,ie-apd parked them
I'll off to Jesselton before going back
o the ruins. Three of my agents
md myself turned the bungalow in
ide out. We found what was left of
)awson's boy, but there wasn't trace
# our friend ai-Hung-except his
ed umbrella and a battered metal
eapot!"
Then you think he succeeded in
citing clear"