Plentywood herald. [volume] (Plentywood, Mont.) 1908-current, 1934-02-01

hAs eaZe moved slowly from face TO
lace, but he found no manly pride,
only thwarted hatred. mob fury. There
was no hope here. The very cow
araice OF those who heard him was his
DOOM The waves Tapped tina shore,
anu the moon cast her sinister spell,
as ne waited for an answer-in vain.
But there was one of his enemies
VINO mad not heard the challenge. For
MIN. sound did not exist-and for rea-
IONS Of his own, Garge's nimble fingers
still hung m~otionless.
Cargo. tell Sandomar that Ii he's
not a coward. he'll fight me man to
man. Eric said with singing con-
tempt.
The ratty face seemed to weazen.
Eric's faculties were preternaturally
Keen. fighting for his life, or they
would have never taken warning from
the instant's paralysis Of the little,
delicate hand. Then he saw II rise
boldly up. the fingers wigglfng like the
legs of a water spider.
With a suffocating heart, Eric
watched Sandomars face. All he
asked now. Pickering hope at best,
was one CLEAN Of human anger In the
deep-set eyes. an instant's barring OF
the simian fangs. But the dark visage
stayed a british mask. The great
limp hands never quivered.
1t was a cruelty effective answer. 1t
Implied 4 whales indifference to the
snarls of a polar bear. a supremacy OF
strength beyond need of test. His
henchmen squared their shoulders.
Their looks grew ~savagely e~xultant.
They could work their will on their
prisoner now. with many a grim lest.
and no flush of shame on their drawn
cheeks. -. He was not the Person
OF the Law. but only a man like
themselves-not the island king by
right OF worth. but 4 cold buffer. q
cheat. Eric's blood rippled cold
as the moonlight on the tide.
But suddenly 1t shot down his veins
like liquid fire Even Sandomar
could not be SO inhumanly strong.
Eric remembered the strange deeps of
Garge's love.
He whirled ON the little cockney
with an oath .You didn't tell him
what | saidI"
You're a liari"
Sandomar leaned forward on his
boulder. his dead ears prickIng up In
vain.
whats going on7" he demanded. II
was more like q savage bark. than 1
mans voice.
But Cargo dared not tell him. Des-
perate, he pulled the thong to THROTTLE
his enemy.
Eric saw his wrist twitch just In
time. His right hand grasped the
thong. holding 1t slack. Beside him.
Big Smith flung back his spear, but
Eric could not combat this, or even
glance at It. Playing his luck, he stood
northumberland the point slowly fell.
You let Sandy alone" 0arxs
spoke In bitter anguish. his hand on
his knife-hilt- IF you don't, I'll carve
your heart
Ignoring him. Eric stopped and be-
gan to smooth of the sand between
himself and Sandomar. Perhaps no
act OF his life demanded colder nerve
than this, to take down his guard In
the ring Of the hungry pack Then,
with his right hand still grasping the
thong, the fingers OF his left forming
a pencil. be wrote Immense letters In
the sand.
GOV WARD
There wal no sound but the whis-
pering wind. the tapping Tho
sailors stared at the great Indictment.
stretching ten feet across the beach,
then looked furtively at their master.
Sandomar rose slowly. with re-
pressed strength. The jungle eyes
lighted. the long arms hung bowed.
4 didn't understand you before he
muttered. Il do not hear-and Garga
cheated me. You ask to fight me man
to man1"
Eric nodded.
I'll give you what you ask. but
youth wish you'd chosen the tide. With
weapons. or empty hands7"
Eric feared the terrible paws to the
marrow OF his bones, 81 he pointed to
Smiths spear.
Sandomar shook his head. II am
not handy with a spear" Then, turn
ing to Sydney Bill: 4Get two toma-
hawks
Three of the men were armed with
these stone-age weapons, heavy, sharp
fints lashed to stout shafts, and Bill
presented them quickly.
Let Ericsson take his CHOICE the
duh voice ran on Hell need that
little advantage" He stood inert,
a g~rotesque. f~orlorn. and tragic figure,
while Eric weighed the two weapons
and chose the lighter. @Now take on
his moose. and stand back. No mat
ter what happens-stand back If
that little monkey Of mine tries to
interfere, break his jaw"
The gorilla numbered forward; the
monkey and the wolves drew back.
With wings on his feet and cold rapture
In his heart, Eric came weaving