Plentywood herald. [volume] (Plentywood, Mont.) 1908-current, 1930-10-09
EN- the commissaire begins to suspect

And what does that mountain Of
sleep do?" asked Savaran.
He can't quite admit 1t yet
the Forofangora are such loyal and
meek people, he bleats but he
has given out that he will hang all
those hostages in a row if the Foro-
fangora do anything to annoy him."
And then he fell asleep again.
Savaran laughed grimly. And the
rest of the government crew."
"One or two are overhauling the
armory stores and crying in despair
over them" she told him. And some
took INC last night and slipped
down river"
Their Threats are cut by now" he
said %cheerfully. But I'm glad you
came today, Ruth. even I begin to find
this prison and its fieas irksome."
"But-what do you mean?" she cried.
Have you found a way?"
Il am Savaran-which, Of course, is
saying yes" he said. He turned to his
scowling jailer, raped: rs all ready,
Abn Zayd?"
The sullen Arab was no longer sui
len. He sprang to attention, he was
grinning all over his face.
"All Is ready" he beamed. I'VE wait
but the word of the Lord Zavarani."
Pass the word to the guard to mus
ter at once" raped the lean adven-
turer. Send inner to the Gurgur
to bid my men parade before govern
ment house-in fighting order and
now"
The big jailer ran from the place
shouting. The SentrieS at the door be-
came alive and vanished from view.
There came the hustle Of men gather
ing outside, the clang of rifle butts on
sun baked earth. The big jailer came
running back, as he put his key into
the lock of the cell door he cried hap
PLY:
Does the Lord Who Laughs at Lions
need his slaves help?"
Just a match" Savaran grinned, for
he could not resist the dramatic. His
hands had gone down to his chains.
He shook them a little and then tossed
the formidable collection aside like
discarded undergarments.
Ruth Dacre leaned against a wall
gasping.
You have released yourself-could
have at any time?' she cried, be-
wildered. But this man, your jail
er-?"
ALLOW me to introduce Abn Zayd,"
grinned Savaran, my headman in
many expeditions"
"And-and you got him in here as
your own jailer!" she gasped. How
how?"
H is z~avarani," beamed the big
man. wonders r natural to him"
Less than a wonder here" said Sa-
varan largely, for he was enjoying this.
The officials are SO sleepy that when
the real jailer went down with fever
and recommended his cousin, Abn
zayd, they did not push their inquiries
very deep. But let us go out and review
my army"
Even the soldiers are yours?" she
laughed Historically.
Il had five hundred men on my
pay roll" he grinned. 1T was a pity
to let them waste their time in idle
ness, especially as the government
forces we're eager for recruits owing
to slackneSs in enlistments. Quite q
number Joined up and spreed the news
OF Savaran through the ranks Of the
all too ready regulars, for an army will
always back a real leader to a man"
They went out and five grinning
ranks of hard bitten askari came to
the salute like veterans at the barked
command of Abn zayd. The two Of
ficers OF the guard were sitting blink
ing at rifle muzzles in the little mess
room of the prison barracks.
Savaran stalked like an OUTSIDE Ma
poleon along the ranks. Spoke a hand
full of harsh words in Yorgi which sent
two hundred well oiled rifles tossing
in the air as the men cheered, and
called for horses. Two horses. Ruth
Dacre rode with him as he marched
in triumph through the sleek and
sleepy streets Of Nance Yorga to gov
eminent house. But there was no sleep
il Nance Yorga once Savaran had
passed. Savaran left no details un-
thought Of. He had even provided a
band
So behind the blood quickening
scream of native instruments they
swung into the huge parade ground
facing the official palace. 1t wa al
ready full Of black fighting men. Reg
ulars of the colonial force marshaled
in companies with new machine guns
ominously trained on the commissaire's
dwelling, and masses Of Savaran's even
more formidable irregulars drawn up
behind. A huddle of white officers
stood about the palace steps uneasily
lingering their pistols as Savaran strobe
largely up to them.
Gentlemen" he said grimly, draw
your weapons and it is a massacre. On
the other hand wait patiently a little
while and I will find you plenty of use
for them"
His excellency the commissaire was
as yet only half awake to what had
happened. He heaved his gross body
from his chair and, blinking across his
great desk, mumbled:
what Is this? Most i~rregular-a
prisoner without an armed guard. Most
improper."
Fat one," said Savaran, with fero-
cious genilaty. Go back to your doz-
ing. You are temporarily deposed.
Since you can neither govern nor pro-
tect Nance Yorga, an expert has been
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