Plentywood herald. [volume] (Plentywood, Mont.) 1908-current, 1930-10-09
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ran. A double armed guard OF newer.
more businesslike askari filled the
prison buildings and two armed SEN
tinels stood each side of the door. AS
she grew accustomed to the gloom she
saw the leg and wrist irons that linked
up to his steel girdle, saw the strong
chain that stretched from that to a
staple in the wall. He sat up on his
stone bench with a clink of metal as
he saw her. throwing his cigaret away.
Little Delilah comes to gloat over
the fallen Sampson" he said, fiercely.
"Savaran-don'ti' she cried, huskily.
you know it was the only way"
ITO keep a lover near you?" he
Knocked.
ITO save Nance Yorga." she faltered.
He deliberately jingled his irons.
Listen to the armor of the fighting
man." he said, grimly. Gould any
one but a woman have decided that
the best way to save a town was by
betraying into prison the n man who
could do it?"
You are Savaran. You will find a
way" she cried, desperately.
Count my guards" he said. 1T is
because I am Savaran that they mean
to give me no chances"
Even as he spoke the big Arab ward
er touched her arms. for she had
stretched them through the gate bars
in a gesture of appeal.
You must not do that, oh Lioness,'
he said, sullenly. This is Zavarani,
We can take no risks-it will be the
garotte for me if he gets free"
you see," said the spider-lean man,
with fierce g~eniality, they mean bust
ness"
She drew back shuddering. She cried
frantically:
But tomorrow the aravan win be
in. and three days after the slaughter
starts!'
MY latest information is that they
have postponed it until the fourth" he
said, ferociously affable. After all,
they have plenty of time"
you can't convince me-" she cried,
with a sob in her voice, that you,
Savaran, will allow yourself to be wiped
out by these brutes without striking
a blow"
How can mere man fight fate. the
folly of commisSaires, and the wileS
Of women?" he shrugged.
"You saw his excellency?" she cried,
catching at that. you told him of
this peril?"
II did, with full facts and details.
That made him double my guard and
order this girdle and chain. He thought
it just some trick of mine for en-
cheering an escape and robbing him
of his hard earned blood money"
"And-we can do nothing?" she
walled.
I'VE al pray that our deaths will
be-quick," he said, grimly. ALSO, you
can send me some real American cigar
cts if you, or DR.. FELTON,, have any;
this Kafr tobacco is running my
palate"
She sent him cigarets; she sent him
good foods and wines. She even made
the mistake of sending him a file in
a long lOaf-She did not realize what
it meant to capture Savaran. The big
Arab jailer, paving through cigarets
and food under the eyes of a white
officer, broke the loaf and tossed the
file free with a sneering snarl, while
the officer laughed contempt in Sava-
rams face and patted the jailer's broad
back. And she heard of that, too, and
read in it the fate of Nance Yorga.
Savaran would new be freed-the
town was doomed. When she went to
him again she was a desperate and
contrite woman.
The big, scowling jailer stood at her
elbow more Watchfully than ever. She
turned on him fiercely.
Stand back" she cried. Il am 60
ing away. I shall never see him again.
I must speak with him alone!"
The man shrank before the fire in
her tone, but he hesitated, and with
a splendid gesture she threw wide her
arms.
Gould I carry any tools to help
him?" she cried, angrily. She wore a
sleeveless and, to the big Arab, a
shameless pocket handkerchief Of a
frock. 1t vas difficult to see how she
could have concealed ven a penknife
about her. AS the man hung Sheep
ishly Savaran snapped at him:
do as you / told, black dog. 1t
Is not good for your ears to hear the
fareWells of white lords"
The whiplash in the lean adventur-
er's tone completed the jailer's dis
comfiture. He turned and shuffled off,
and as he went Ruth Dacre leaned
against the wall, tanning herself with
her sur hat, overcome by the heat of
the place as much as the strain. 1t
was only as the big jailer turned at the
door of the prison to watch her that
she nerved herself to go to the bars of
the cell door.
~"Savaran," she said, hoarsely. Kiss
my hand in farewell. 1t holds a pocket
revolver. l brought it in my hat. Not
much but I could not bear to
think of you going out without striking
a fighting blow"
Ruth" he said softly, "you are one
of the worlds great hearts. ! am your
worshipper."
Don't" she choked. II have been a
fool, Savaran. But I meant only to be
wise. I did it for Nance Yorga, for
all these men and ONE and children,
all my helpless hospital cases.
"And young DR.. Felton, he smiled.
Eyes," she said simply, II love him,
SaVaran And T love him foo for tbn