The Kevin review. [volume] (Kevin, Mont.) 1922-1929, 1924-04-03

posing that he was acting with Win
tons authority. Winron could never
live down the story of the dance. 1t
would be associated as long as he was
in Malopo with his ignominious dis
missal from the purser's post and loss
of control.
He went into his cottage and sat
down. From there he could hear the
| sounds as plainly as ever. They were
growing louder. The music had re-
solved itself into a medley of notes
that resembled nothing ever written.
Each player was proceeding indie
~pendently, and the yells were deafen-
Ing.
Half an hour passed. Josephs came
in in intense excitement, carrying a
whip.
I'm going to stop that, Mr.. Gar
rett,' he said %furiously. do you know
what it means? They'll break out sof
the compound in a few minutes and
start plundering the stores. There'l
be a massacre unless they're got under
control"
'Ill go with you" said Winton.
AS they approached the compound
building the din was at its height. One
look inside disclosed the fact that
civilization was at an end. A dozen
tribal dances were being enacted. Men
were dancing and swaying before the
group of women, w%hooping and scream
ing as they went through their own
immemorial ritual. The man with the
drum had lost all self-control and was
hammering it with all his might, send
ing out a %deafening roll. The cellist
had smashed his instrument on he
head of one of the hutists, who was of
q different tribe, and the man lay
stunned, his skull half through the
instrument, and the strings tangled
about his neck. The trombones were
blowing with all the power of their
lungs, one of the fddlers had seized
the other fiddler's instrument and was
clashing them together, and the man
with the triangle was striking 1t softly
il a corner by himself and humming a
negro love song.
The place was a bedlam Of tribal
factions suddenly come TO life. Clothes
Uttered the ground; natives were dis
carding the secondhand dress-suits,
bought from some old-clothes store,
gyrating in their loin cloths.
Winton saw Sam near the door,
watching the scene in dumb terror.
DO you see what you've done, you
cursed fool?" he cried. run and tele-
phone the police from my office. The
whole of the fields will be in a riot In
five minutes time"
Even Josephs hesftated to attack
fights had already started. But at that
moment salvation came. 1t came ia
the shape of an elderly man, with a
white beard and a shock of white hair,
who anne running across the com-
pound, carrying a whip and a shotgun;
and Winton had never been so glad tG
see Ned Burns before.
With him were two or three HOtten-
OTIS, also carrying whips. men who, de-
the native tribes, had stayed
away from Sans entertain
nent.
Ned. who had been let out of the
that afternoon, had made his
gay toward the shack, his only home.
lie had heard the uproar, and, not
moving the cause of it, had acted
automatically, as he had been trained {
o do by years of experience with the /
{
Emitting a yell that pierced the din {
Ike a fog-horn, he discharged the shot {
un into the legs Immediately in front t
f him, followed with the other barrel, |
then. accompanied by Josephs and S
ne Hottentots. waded into the throng.
In half a minute the tribal passions.
under the singing blows, gave
lace to order. The shrieking mob, ]
enned up at one end of the room, S
owled for mercy, while Ned's whip y
ose and fell relentlessly, curling about Z
lie ~half-naked bodies and searching e
ut each man with impartial dexterity. 0
When at last he ceased the owe n
e natives had been reduced to abso- o
tie submission. e.
He uttered a few crisp orders to his "
%ottentots, who began to herd the men e
to the compound, shouting at them p
their various dialects. The fright III
led women had already fled through 81
e gate. IA
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