The Oakley herald. [volume] (Oakley, Idaho) 1908-1961, 1924-05-30

| piuucu D1 INC csItElOut sam INTO sup
posing tina; he was acting with Win.
tons authority. Winton could never
live down the story Of the dance. II
would be associated as long as he was
in Malopo with his ignominious dis
missal from the pursers post and losa
CT 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
whip.
I'm going to stop that. Mr.. Gar
rett," he said furiously. do you know
what it means? They'll break out Of
the compound in a few minutes and
start plundering the stores. Therell
be massacre unless they're got under
control"
I'm 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, whoOping 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 deafenlng roll. The cellist
had smashed his instrument on the
head of one of the fiutists, 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 fiddlers had seized |
the other fiddler's instrument and was |
clashing them together, and the man |
with the triangle was striking 1t softly |
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,
and gyrating in their loin cloths.
Winton saw Sam near the door.
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
i've minutes time"
Even Josephs hesitated to attack
hat yelling mob. in which a dozen
lights had already started. But at hat
moment salvation came. 1t ca1de In
he shape Of an elderly man, with a
white beard and shock of white hair,
Who came running across the com.
,ound, carrying a whip and a shotgun;
ee Ned Burns before.
With him were two or three Hotten-
OTIS, also carrying whips. men who, de-
pising the native tribes, had stayed
ulkily away from Sans entertain
lent
Ned, who had been let out Of the
ospital that afternoon, had made his
Tay toward the shack, his only home.
lie had heard the uproar, and, not
moving the cause of 1t. had acted >
as he had been trained
, do by years Of experience with the
atives.
Emitting yell that pierced the din
Ike a fog-horn, he discharged the shot .
IN into the legs Immediately in front
him, followed with the other barrel, r
Id then. accompanied by Josephs and
e Hottentots. waded into the throng.
In half a minute the tribal passions,
oled under the singing blows, gave I
ace TO order. The shrieking mob
,nned up at one end of the room,
'wled for mercy, while Ned's whip
Sc and fell relentlessly, curling about
e half-naked bodies and searching
t each man with impartial dexterity.
When at last he ceased the cover.
z natives had been reduced to abso-
lie submission.
He uttered few crisp orders to his
,ttentots, who began TO herd the men
o the compound, shouting at them
their various dialects. The fright
ed women had already fed through
, gate.
(TO BE CONTINUED.)