Plentywood herald. [volume] (Plentywood, Mont.) 1908-current, 1930-10-02

asked, with his eagle smile. he hadn't
a doubt she was a sensation hunting
globe trotter.
II came to see you-Savaran." she
said.
That" he grinned fiercely, natural
ly makes all the difference. Yet had
you only sent your photograph I should
have flown straight TO your hotel"
She flushed richly.
There are two warrants waiting for
you if you step outside the Gurgur,"
she said, quietly.
What are two among so many?"
he laughed.
Yes" she breathed, Il know of your
exploits. That is why l came. I am
told you are the finest soldier in Africa;
that you spend your life raising armies
and fighting tribes"
And making kings and-queens!" he
said, with a flash of white teeth. Even
rumor tells the truth at times. And,
like Cleopatra. you are drawn"
Why" she asked coolly, do you
treat me like a flattery-hunting flap
per?"
1T is a waste of precious oppor-
tunity," he smiled, and sat beside her.
And at that she rose quietly, stripped
the haik from her slim figure, and,
shaking down the white undergarment,
modern and skinny as it was, stood
revealed in a nurses uniform.
You tricked Savaran!" he cried. IT,
Savaran, expert in women, thought you
only a debutante greedy for thrills.
You're the new American nurse at the
Magdalena hospital, Ruth Dacre."
You know me?" she cried, surprised.
Il am Savaran, l always know" he
said, magnificently. And wen the
Gurgur speaks in wonder Of the white
men whose hands seem only alive to
heal and be kind, no matter what color
the skin"
They do suffer SO much and so pa
tiently, these Africans" she said, softly.
And the hospital is crowded out with
them"
you must be terribly overworked
then, 0 that young DR.. FELTON, is
down with fever" he said. She flushed
again as girls in love do, ever if she
said with a brave little lift Of her chin:
He has worn himself out with work,
nearly killed himself. One can scarce
ly do less, with such an example"
And you'll have to go on doing it
for months" he said, his eyes cleaning.
Eyes, DR.. FELTON, will be helpless for
months" she admitted, and she looked
at him strangely. Three months at
least. And he won't leave Nance Yor-
ga even If we tried to force him."
And you want him to leave?" he
asked.
you know he ought to leave" she
said, looking at him steadily. You are
S~avaran-you know about the Forofan-
CORA"
He frowned savagely over harsh eyes,
then shrugged in his large way.
Naturally, I know am Savaran.
But you-how do you know, a green
horn only just come to Africa? 1t is
but a bush whisper"
you forget we have men from the
bush in our wards" she said. "As l
dressed the hurts of one of them he
whispered that I must run away from
Nance Yorga because the FOrofangora
were coming to STAY"
And you believed him?" His eyes
were keen.
Il had to believe him-he swore on
the stone"
Did he give details?"
ut is to be in three weeks time"
she said, when the Gelem caravan
comes in. That caravan carries record
loads of gold dust and ivory"
And diamonds from a new field"
said Savaran, never able to resist a
gesture.
He did not tell me about the dia-
monds," said Ruth Dacre. But he is
certain that the Forofangora will stop
at nothing to take such rich loot; they
will sweep Nance Yorga with death.
And it will happen three days after the
caravan comes in, two months before
the steamer arrives to take the gold
and ivory to the coast-months before
any sort of help can get to us" She
looked at him steadily. "You know all
this is true?"
Il know" he grunted fiercely. MA
NEE Yorga will be a burnt out shambles
before a month has gone. The Foro-
fangora have been saving this up for
years" He sat back and regarded her
with a fierce and hooking smile. "And
what does His Excellency, the Big
Vegetable say to it ALP"
THE Big Vegetable" is a highly dis
respectful term for any official big
wig in that colony's officialdom. In this
case it referred to the important il
lethargic adjunct commissaire, who
ruled over Nance Yorga and all these
frontier marches.
you know I've been to him?" she
cried.
Il guessed, my DEAR" he said, with
a grin Of satisfaction at his own
shrewdness. you went straight to his
excellency with your terrible news, as
a good citizen should-and what die
he say? But no-Savaran will tell you,
The fat little gentleman chucked you
under your pretty chin with his fat
pink hand, giggled sleepily, and said,
There! There, my pretty flower, dc
not trouble your small, charming head
We know all about these rumors VIZ
have been listening to them since be.
fore you were a baby, and they signify
-nothingl Nothing at all, little cab.