Plentywood herald. [volume] (Plentywood, Mont.) 1908-current, 1930-10-09

and bosed their bull oar of slaughter
there was no movement.
No movement, no sound at all from
Nance YOrga until the mass OF naked
braves were no more than forty feet
from the wall, end even then no sound
from the wall-only a new sound from
the Forofangora warriors. A strange
sound. A shrill outcry. a screaming.
The foremost ranks were suddenly yell
ing and leaping and trying to twist
back in a panic Of pain. They hurled
themselves back into the mob that
hurled itself forward with a force that
piled up the whole mass in q wild mag
got Squirm Of tangled confusion. And
they screamed that the ground beneath
their feet was a-swarm with devils.
This was not quite correct. Savaran
had merely ordered that through every
door and every fiat plank in Nance
Yorga there should be driven eight
inch nails sharpened to needle point.
These doors and plankS had been
buried in the sandy soil outside the
wall SO that they formed a broad band,
thirty feet deep. right across the front
Of the wall. The FOrofangora were
now stepping with bare feet on those
needle points set as close as cOrnStalkS,
and the effect was distressing. And
as they shrieked and milled and formed
themselves into a matted mob Savaran,
smiling fiercely, leaned outward from
Nance Yorga'S wall and shot FOdi Kab-
ba, king of the Forofangora, and three
Of his chiefs as fast as his remarkable
pistol could spit bullets. And even be-
fore the third shot rang out the front
of Nance YOrga was a blaze of flame.
Machine guns and rifles pumped in
a continuous blaze into the brown of
that milling. tight-packed, helpless
mob. In time it was impossible to say
how many died 20 dense was the
swathe Of dead and living. The sham
bles that the Forofangora had planned
for Nance Yorga had come to meet
them. In twenty minutes there was
no more war.
There was a lame, feeble sort OF
siege for a week or two until word that
f1otillas were being rushed up river
finished ven that. It was always haH-
hearted, never dangerous. The FOro-
fangora ran from Nance YOrga beaten.
Those first twenty minutes finished
them" Savaran explained to Ruth
Dacre. They taught them that a
master was In command, and that
there was no hope for them"
Savaran told her this as they stood
on the banks of the river by the
that was to take him across to Abn
Zayd and his expedition waiting on the
further bank.
"Savaran!" cried Ruth Dacre huski-
ly. stay to enjoy your triumph"
Savaran looked into eyes that told
him how personal that triumph might
be and he turned quickly to nod at
the two sternwheelers that were dis
embarking white regiments and artil-
lery on to Nance Yorga's quay.
1T is wiser for Savaran to go before
the official mind remembers there is
a reward for his capture"
They won't do it," she cried. why,
all Nance Yorga is petitioning to have
you made commiSsaire."
Horrible" he grinned. Imagine
Savaran developing a his excellency
paunch!"
That's not Savaran'S way" she said,
searching his eagle face with over
bright eyes. You are making ex-
cuSeS."
Possibly" he grinned. You see. l
still think I can get those diamonds"
"Diamonds!" she cried scornfully.
'Diamonds-Savaran, / am more than
diamonds. II want you"
$50 does young DR.. Felton," said
Savaran, grimly. And I've taken a
liking to him-and you're a lovely
thing, Ruth, and Savaran is an Ish-
mael-only fit for diamonds"
He bent and kissed her and sprang
into his canoe. And half way across
the stream his fierce grin broke out.
II wonder" he asked himself, which
of us has made the luckier escape?"
Copyright. 1880: BY Douglas Newton)