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

Chicago Tribune Syndicate)
IN TWO PARTS-PART TWO
OHE was waiting for him in the
y shadow of the tomb, and he went
straight to her. caught her, and
kissed her. A dashing attack. both in
war and women. was his favorite
method.
mol" she cried, TREMENDOUSLY, thrust
ing him off. I'VE must talk =.
You are ready to leave-all your force,
everything is ready?"
You can ride out on a silk saddled
mule at any hour you like" he said,
smiling down on her fiercely.
"And-and you still think the Foro-
fangora mean to blot out Nance Yor-
ga?" she painted.
Are you beginning tc doubt that?'
he Knocked.
NO" she said, huskily. Another
man has told me it is true. But-but
the commissaire laughs at it more than
ever. The Forofangora have sent five
chieftains' sons to him, begging him
to keep them in his palace and train
them in European ways. He says the
FOrofangora would not dare attack
when he holds such hostages"
THAT is exactly what the Forofan-
CORA want him to think" said Savaran,
grimly. They are willy people, the
FOrofangora, they know that some
rumors of their intentions must get
about, so they send these hostages to
lull our fat cOmmissaireis fears. Those
young men gave themselves willingly
for that purpose. They are ready to
die to help their tribe to victory"
You're sure?"
Even now the ~Forofangora are
sharpening their spear blades. Even
now their best marksmen are practic-
ing with the twelve hundred Belgian
rifles that have been struggled to them.
Even now their women are stirring
the braves to frenzy with the singing
of the var vaunts."
Then Nance Yorga is doomed?"
she said, in a strangled voice.
Nothing can save it."
"Except-you!" she said, fiercely.
Not even excepting me-" he said.
Il have made my plans. I march in
two days"
"Savaran!' she cried, hoarsely. II
beseech you! Think of all these in
nocent people! Find a way to ave
them"
1T is too late" he said. Il am Sava-
ran. I have made my planS-I do not
alter them"
"Savaran-for my sake!" she cried.
That is not a matter for you to
worry about, for I am taking you with
me" he smiled.
He stepped close and caught her up
in his arms. He chuckled as she did
not resist. She sighed, relaxed against
him, and, as he held her high, her
arms went about him, holding him
tight. 1t was triumph. He turned to
stride back to the Gurgur with his
spoils, and as he turned he saw the
CLINT of rifles pointed at his chest, and
the moonlight revealed three ragged
local policemen-but they kill just as
finally as the natty sort. Then a cou-
pie of dapper white officers stepped
from the shadows, and they bristled
with firearms, too. One blew a whistle
and from almost every angle of the
compass armed men began closing in.
Scores of them. Nance Yorga knew
Savaran and was not taking risks
The spder-spare adventurer backed
a step and tried to drop the girl to
get at his pistol. She only chung tight
err, holding his arms and crying anx-
iously:
Don't fight them, Savaran. They're
ready to shoot at any excuse. They
mean to take you, dead or alive"
Savaran stood stock still and laughed
savagely.
"Delilah can boast at least one
worthy daughter" he cried.
She came to him four days later.
Two days after he should have left
Nance Yorga and a day after he could
leave it, for already, he knew, the
Forofangora were blocking the trails
out.
The big Arab jailer would not let her
pass through the barred gate into the
cell.
1T is not permitted, oh Lioness,"
he said, gruf1y. "See, this is the
mighty zavarani. Give him but a