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flaw in the line to do so. You're in
ordinately proud of your jungle tele-
graph. The Yellow Seven probably
employ a system that is->equally eff
cient. A friend beyond the charmed
circle is communicated with. He
drops a card casually in the enemy's
camp-in place where it can hardly
fail to be noticed. Result-panic at
G. H. O.. tons of mistrust every
where and two otherwise sane British
officers engaging In the pleasant &C.
cupation of traitor-hunting on the
wettest night we've had for months!"
Come on, Clayr' shouted Penning.
ton, whose irritability had taken him
out of earshot.
wait half a minute. I fancy
Dawson's on the right track.
"Oh!-what is it?"
Just this mur1nured the D. o.
THE dispatch from Hewitt was sew
eral hours late. You remember l re-
marked on 1t. The runner was one
OF Chai-Hung's agents. He wormed
his way up from the rear, using the
Clay's tent and came on to you after
ward The bandit is a pretty subtle
beast, you know. and there's nothing
so good as getting your opponent rat
tied at the start"
The tall man hooded approval and
the hard lines vanished from Pen.
nington's FOREHEAD
THE runner from Hewitt! never
thought Of that! Well interview Ra
bat-P1la1 on our way round. I don't
like the idea Of that Teller wandering
about with all that information with
regard to our noveme nts," remarked
pennington. He's in possession OF a
note signed by myself, into the bar
gain. Heaven only knows what use
he intends to make of it,
The deluge had given way to a
steady downpour as the two men
passed C1ay's tent.
The taller man. who was follow
ing close upon Pennington's heels.
stepped aside to avoid a stump and
hit his foot against something soft
and bulky.
Il say, Pennington!-just a Sec
ond."
The other stopped and came slow.
ly back.
He found Clay STOPPING over
PROSTATE form.
What's the matter?"
I'm not quite sure. There's
Teller here-yes. by Jove. with a knife
stuck in his back. Confound it, the
moons gone in! Got a Hght?"
An electric fiash-lamp threw a mar
row silver ray.
Clay came to his feet.
Dawson was right" he said quiet
ly. He was dead right"
''Who is it?"
My orderly-that's alw'
49,
Dawson moved restlessly in his
sleep, then sat bolt upright. A hur-
ricane was blowing outside.
He rubbed his eyes and yawned.
He was still in sole possession of
Pennington's tent. He consulted his
watch. It was close on three.
Suddenly-borne on the wings of
the wind-there waited to his ears
the sound of rapid firing. a babel of
discordant cries, and something scared
through the material above his head
with spiteful, significant zip. And
| then-from somewhere close at hand
| came the deep droning note Of a Du-
sun gong.
Heir calculated the district Off
cer-and began lacing up his boots
with nervous haste. He raked out his
tunic and macintosh, felt to see that
his automatic was there, and plunged
for the open.
THE night was alive with shadowy.
fitting forms, with blazing torches,
| the incessant rattle of musketry. And
still the deep-throated gong sent its
warning message into the darkness.
He splashed his way through the
trees, lit upon a bunch of bare-footed
native soldiers that appeared to be
taking no useful part in the ARRAY,
and led them in breathless haste to-
ward the spot from which the alarm
seemed to originate.
Get down-all Of you" he shout
ed-and fell on his hands almost on
top Of Clay, whose long ears trailed
from behind a rock and whose cheek
was pressed against a ri1e-stock.
That you, Dawson? Pennington s
round on the far side at the only other
possible point for them to break
through"
Clay's rife spoke.
THAT was a beauty. Dawson.
| We've been at II for about an hour.
The enemy achieved a minor success
at the outset. Caught our rear de
| lenses nappin' and a dozen or so.
carryin' something on a pole. man
aged to squirm their way through ant
join the main body. The yellow
Seven opened up to cover their ap
proach-and we decided to attack
He fired again We're advancin
gradually all along the line. I've
promised to take the slope at the point
of the bayonet before dawn"
He shouted to some one behind and
rife was pushed against Dawson's
| elbow. His eye fell at the same mo.
ment upon a pile of clips at Clay's
side. He thrust one into the maya
inc.
"Chai-Hungs still up there, 1 sup
pose?"
LAS far as I'm aware nobody's bro
ken-out. 1 can't for the life of me
imagine what it was they smuggled
in. 1t was evidently something i'm,
clined to save rounds to secure it's
| safety"
He glanced behind him. Your fel.
lers should be pretty fresh by now.
I fancy I'll try a sortie with my own