Perth Amboy evening news., 1923-08-27
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This unusual series of stories
deals with the exploits of Chinese
Pennington, a detective sent by his
government to British North Borneo
to run to earth The Yellow Seven, a
gang of Chinese bandits.
A lean face was thrust into the
opening OF the tent and - man, who
was sitting alone over some papers
spread on a case around the base
of a hurricane-lamp, looked up
sharply.
"Are you Pennington"
The man with the Chinese eyes
rose to his feet.
That's my name"
An expression of relief spread over
the newcomers countenance.
"Ive been searching for your
headquarters for the best part OF
two hours. I'm Clay. I arrived in
this forsaken island a matter of five
days ago, pattin' myself on the back
at havin' knocked across a soft billet
and here l am in the wilds of Bor-
neo, with a company of black devils
and a fifteen FOUNDER gun that l
haven't the remotest idea what to DO
with! I've instructions from Cap
tain Observation-Disclosures of Police
at Jesselton-to report to you for
duty"
He squirmed through the narrow
aperture and, STOPPING low to avoid
humping his head, unconcernedly
disposed six feet three inches of mar
hood on a length Of sacking that
covered a neat pile OF kerosene tins.
'Good man! I was beginning to
wonder when you were going to turn
up. Where are your men?'
"Standin' very much at ease out
side. l split 'em up into platoons
and spread 'em out a bit. We'd have
been here earlier if it hadn't been for
that COMPOUNDED gun. 1t got stuck
regularly every half hour. Last
night we had to hack down a tree to
get it out. Forty-seven and a half
hours forced marchin', my boy, and
every man present."
Pennington laughed. He tacitlI
admired Hewitt's good taste in Sc
lecting Clay for the job. He sat for
some moments, stroking an un-
shayen chin, then, removing a por-
ton of the case, extracted a square
bottle and a pair of tumblers.
1--WE a sort of skeleton force of my
own scattered round the base of the
HILL" he said, measuring out the
precious fluid with generous exacti-
tude. They're tough little chaps
who can find their way easily in the
Jungle. We've installed a telegraph
system by means of Dusun gongs
hung in trees"
"If you're pouring that out for
me-" broke in the other, I'll have
an inch more soda. So Chai-Hung's
up there, is he? ?"
Pennington nodded.
J"We've cornered him at last-and
tomorrow's got to see the end of the
yellow Seven"
7 Clay shifted his long legs into a
more comfortable position and
tapped a pipe on the heel of his rid
ing-boot.
sDyou know" he confessed sud
denly, beyond the fact that Mr..
Chai-Hung's not a nice sort of chap
to meet, I remain in sublime ignor-
ance of the real reason of all this ex-
pended energy. You don't CLEAN
much from a sudden phone call from
a harassed official, 'yknow. What
I'm tryin' { get at by all this IS;
who is Chai-Hung, when he's at
home-and what in the name OF all
that's holy is the Yellow Severn"
1.-THE yellow Seven is the name of
a secret society the members of
which are exclusively of Chinese
origin, and whose symbol is a yellow
Chinese playing card ornamented
seven black dots. Hewitt cabled
for me when the trouble had grown
too big for him to cope with. I
formed a little band OF native enthu-
siasts and secured the country from
end to the other, posing some
times as a Celestial, at others as a
tribesman. You see, Clay, the organ
ization was too vast to suppress by
sheer force Of arms, the island
swarmed with Chai-Hung's spies and
the only possible method of achiev-
ing success was to separate the bri-
gand from the bulk of his followers,
hem him in at a spot where the
chances of egress yer remote and
converge upon him from all points
at once. Chai-Hung and his imme-
date bodyguard have been driven
from the forest into a small, arid
plateau. A few Of his disciples still