The Daily Alaska empire., 1934-02-19
GODDESS
bv Herberf Jenser,

throw two stones through the Wln- dow. If l throw them back, then I will want to talk with you again. If do not, then go away from here and don't come back. Make the coast if you can and tell the authorities what you know"
 "Bueno, senor. Good"
 They waited two hours, fretting with impatience. Just as Grahame. had decided that something had happened to the boy, a stone tinkled against bar in the window and fell into the cell. A moment later another bounced on the floor and rolled across it.
 "The kid did it!" exulted Ora hame. Have we anything to say to him before he goes?"
 Greene pondered. Grahame stood with the two stones in his hand, ready to eturn them to Juan through the window. Greene opened his mouth to speak when from with out came the sound of scuffle, and a sharp cry.
 "Senor!" The word foated like a wall of hopelessness through the barred window. Grahame's face be- came mask of distress.
 They've got him!" Creme cried out hoarsely.
 Lift me up!" His tone was bit. ter. There throbbed in his breast a great wretchedness that Juan had come to grief through his last effort on their behalf.
 As his face rose above the sill he heard thud, the rattle of metallic accoutrements and the sound of a man breathing deeply.
 "Juan," he called, caring not how loud his cry sounded in the night. "Juan!"
 "Silencio'." A new, harsher voice spoke from below. "The Bat will have another heart to feed upon to. morrow!"
 Juan did not answer. Grahame slid back to the floor. Dependency overcame nina blanket of anguish Juan, the laughing, joking lad whose Catholic concern humorously congratulated Grahame that he was not of the Faith. since then it would not matter were Frank to die un. shriven, was captive.
 Juan the loyal, would be a sacri fee by Cama-zotz, the Bat, to Yum Chac.
 THE sound of many feet padding in the corridor. and the clanking of metal, awoke Grahame. His sheul der hurt him, but he felt at the bandaging with a glow of satisfac tiop conceal eC within the rougt S " h n g. that once had beer Greene's undershirt, was the thick lump of his automatic.
 His companion had tied 1t there be fore they had stretched themselves on their benches to spend in rest what remained of the night. It was accessible to his left hand. and could be gotten at with little trou ble.
 Greene had hidden the other 1T his waistband under the shirt. Wher his coat was buttoned. Grahame be lieved that it would not be detected Sooner or later they could expect tc have their clothes torn from them but that again, depended upon what use they made of their guns.
 A few minutes later Grahame had his first sight of Janice since the fight of the previous day. The corri. dor was packed with guards. and her white helmet showed above the heads of the natives.
 They were small men, these jun. gle people. Grahame eyed them sci. entifically, as a boxer studies his prospective opponent. They were pushed toward Janice; evidently the party was to be reunited for the final scene.
 Grahame stared at the girl anx- iously. It would be horrible if she had been mistreated. but as her glance met his his tensed muscles relaxed with relief.
 Her face was pale, but composed. About the eyes were traces of fa- tigue, but the eyes themselves seemed to glow with calm courage.
 The American permitted himself a wayward thought of admiration and of compliment, as he faced her. It was unbelievable, but typically feminine. that she could be so cooly self-possessed.
 Her skin was clean and, fresh as if she had recently bathed; the col lar that fiared away from her throat over the lapels of her trim khaki coat was spotlessly white. Even the boots that laced her calves, gleamed duly as if polished. She appeared as though she were about to step out into the sun for a mornings canter.
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