The Daily Alaska empire., 1934-03-08
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Chapter 4S BIRD OF RESCUE

l The setting sun found Grahame sprawled across the cockpit pencil ing a note that vas to be sent from the nearest cable office.
 Within an hour or two, he hoped 1 duplicates of this message would be i ill Myberg's office and at Spin Win slows apartment in Hollywood, two thousand airline miles away. Grahame gave the pilot parting instructions. It's hurry up that counts. This beach here Is about fifteen miles long. Good landing spot for a land plane. "We'll be here at the northern | end. Spin could land one of the big Lizzies on it if he tan't get anything smaller and faster at short notice. Get going. now and thanks"
 Greene said importantly, That's it. Make it snappy. You make it snappy and some day I'll give you write-up that will make your worst enemy proud to know you"
 The pilot grinned broadly. He said to Grahame:
 What's this guy do? Own a newspaper"
 Frank chuckled. He's a press agent"
 The man reached for his controls. "Oh. so that's it. Funny. he doesn't look crazy. but now 1 get it. So long -. -"
 The roar of the motors drowned Greene's indignant expostulation. IN THE great square before the pyramid. the column of priests and guards began their slow march measured by flat drum beats vibrat ing through the steamy air.
 The up-borne litter of the high priest led the procession. The cage of the jaguars vas immediately be hind it. Side by side, and blocked in by s"uare of guards walked Janice and Langton.
 Janice threw beseeching glance at her companion.
 Billy" she whispered. "Is there any chance at all? Have you made any plan? !"
 Bangton's eyes were redrimmed Obviously his nights had brought him little sleep. His face was drawn with lines of impotence and bafile- ment. He answered with voice husky with fatigue-wavering with compassion.
 Afraid not. Janice. If Frank had gotten to the coast-and it hadn't rained-there might have been a faint chance. but"
 He made little gesture of de spair.
 A tenuous apathy settled upon Janice's mind. Objects about her became unsubstantial. illusory-as if she walked in a half dream. Vaguely she remembered that 1t was said that drowning persons re viewed their lives in one queer il luminating fias5 before oblivion swallowed them.
 It was like that with her at this instant.
 But it was not her life that parad ed before the mirror of her memory but the web of circumstances that had been spun about her since that drizzly night in Hollywood when Frank Grahame had forestalled her abduction by the mad priest of the Mayan Rain God and his emissary Don Raoul Ortega.
 A vicious plan, and a daring one surely-to attempt with such an elaborate scheme the turing of a prominent and wealthy girl into hid den jungle fastnesses just so that she might enact the death role of the Daughter of Ich Kin, the Sun God. What sequence of horror had this priest of dead race re- vived in his madness! | uOGARTH, her director, dead II McGrath. the advance man murdered as were the two camera men. Greene and the boy Juar gone.
 Frank. too, was gone-gone as surely from her life as was Ortegs who had lost his life on the pyramic top ny the hand of his master. In ; little while she and Langton would join them all.
 Janice brushed her wrist acros her forehead. Her gesture could no sweep away the unreality. This wa dream; no. it was part she wa playing on some realistically ar pointed studio set at home.
 She elt that if she listened 1T tently she would be able to hea the hum of traffic on the street beyond the lot-comforting sounds sounds that would assure her of tn proximity of civilization. There was hum undoubtedl, The noise insistently overbore tn flat monotone of the altar drum | Perhaps 1t existed only in her min -or else it was the crowd murmu