The Winslow mail., 1924-06-20

riedly and ran out of the room toward
BurnS's cottage. He knocked hard Oh
the door.
"Sheila J" he called. "Sheila!'
He heard her answer. She came to
the other side of the door, and he
begged her to dress hastily and come
out to him. He waited through ago
niZing moments. The tumult was grow
ing. 1t was spreading from compound
to compound
Then there arose within his own
compound a terrific babel, so sudden
ly and unexpectedly that it seemed as
if by precOncerted agreement. And
all at once the enclosure was filed
with mob of yelling savages. Before
them man, dressed in European
clothes, went flying for his life.
"Sheila !" called Winton desperately.
She opened the door and stood be-
fore him dressed, with her unbound
hair hanging down her back. There
was no need to explain anything. She
ran to him and clung to him.
Winton hurried her toward the cot
tage. 1t did not seem much of a
refuge, but at least he had his re-
volver there and on both sides of him
the savages were approaching, with
the evident intention of attacking the
building
They were seen. The yells were re-
doubled. A spear whizzing through
hn OiY tod in flo Il
Winton's feet just as he reached his
door.
He pushed Sheila inside, ran to his
table, and grabbed his revolver, load
ing it hurriedly and thrusting two or
three handfuls of cartridges into his
pocket. Then he ran back to receive
the fugitive, of whose presence he had
been subconsciously aware, although
his mind had been filed with Sheila.
He recognized Sam and greeted him.
Sam sank down on the floor, painting
and sweating. His foremost pursuer
was not twenty feet distant. Winton
aimed methodically and fred
The man flung up his arms and fell
with scream. The mob behind which
had been streaming on in a disorder
ly mass, stopped short Winton fired
again and another native dropped.
The Savages, disconnected, bOlted, re-
formed, and began to spread out about
the cottage. A few had spears, but
there were, of course, no firearms
among them, and the majority were
armed with nothing more formidable
than knobkerries, the native shillalah.
Sam in turn dragged Winton inside
and bolted the door. They faced each
other.
What is it, Sam?"
IT'S a rebellion" gasped the negro.
They've broken out all along the
fields. l heard the uproar and went
into the compound. l thought our boys
would cooperate, after our social"
"Never mind that, Sam Yours was
a brave act"
"No, sir" gasped Sam. 81 was sure
moral suasion-appeal to human broth
erhood-no primitive instincts in our
men-was mistaken
"Yes, your theory didn't work. Now
we've got to save Miss Seaton-Miss
Davis here"
They've killed Josephs, sir"
"What?" cried Winton in horror.
Sam began to shake. "They stuck
spear right through his body, sir.
He had gone in alone They nearly
got me. We're all as good as dead"
Nonsense y answered WintOn, try
to convince himself that the outbreak
was one of those sporadic riots that
occurred periodically in the COM
pounds, and had no connection with
the threatened rising of the tribes. He
looked at Sheila, who smiled bravely
and laid her hands on his arms and
looked up at him.
I'm not afraid, Winton," she said.
Wen have help soon-we must"
said Winton with conviction
But the yells increased again, and
there came another rush for the door.
Winton opened it suddenly and dis
charged his revolver. Screams fol-
ioWSu anu pdLlChy IcITcdl. lie DOlt-
ed it again and recharged the weapon.
A spear came upward through the
open window, glanced off the angle
formed by the wall and roof, and
dropped fiat at Sans feet. Winton
fired out into the black faces massed
beneath. Another scurry followed and
two more natives writhed on the
ground.
The mine boys had discarded the
trappings of standardization. The OBJ
sequious diggers had become native
warriors, dressed for the most part In
loincloths alone. Their rolling eyes
and painted faces gave them a dia-
bolical aspect
From the window Winton could see
fires rising everywhere along the
fields.
IF we can hold out half an hour
help must Gomez he said to Sam.
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