The Waterbury Democrat., 1936-12-10
YELLOW MOON
BY BRADFIELD ANGLER
CopyrIght Ledger Syndicate

her eyes did not waver from his. "It has 8 number of names. Some call 1t Fuho."
 50 he's up the Fuho, eh? That's a new angle" Munday turned to Al Steeger, who stood, blinking, at his heels. How were things around camp when you left, Al?"
 'The Fuho :"
 "Yes, yes. You heard what she said. How were thlngs?"
 50. 50, Chief. heard talk about a bunch of bandits being in the vicinity. We weren't troubled any more than usual, though. That elec- tric fence has been keeping the beg gars away"
 Then you don't know anything concerning what she's been talk ing about?" Mundy pressed.
 No. But, of course, that ain't saying 1t ain't so. left camp more than a week ago."
 Mundy turned again to Jean Strebor. A scowl masked his face.
 How far up the Fuho is your father?"
 About two miles beyond your mining camp, MT. Mundy," was her astonishing answer.
 You've known 8 lot more about my business from the first than you've let on!" he accused her. "If you want me to help you, why not come clean for 8 changer"
 i've known your name since you were carried aboard as my prisoner that first night and Steeger, who was one of the passengers on the ship when we captured 1t, recog- nized you. As for your gold mine, that was what brought Fang to that section. My father heard of the intended move and hoped to surprise him."
 "Yeth?" Mundy said. "He evil dently wasn't so successful"
 He was promised help from cer- tain quarters; men and additional supplies. Something happened to prevent that help from reaching him. I can't tell you what this something was or why it was de- layed, except that Japanese troop movements had something to do with it." She asked Munday, "Is this steamer to large to go that far upstream?"
 Steeger's eyes were hard and glar- ing like those of fighting cock.
 Shed pile up on a sandbar be- fore you went a mile" he broke in caustically
 Mundy glanced around. Several of the armed Chinese were poised sinisterly.
 Take 1t easy, AL he muttered. He said to the girl grinning, Why, yes, there may be a chance of talk ing this cow Up that far. It's been raining lately. The water ought to be fairly high for this time of year."
 Pilot Is Needed
 You know the channey, MT. Mundy?"
 If there is channel through that yellow muck, suppose know it as well as any one But aren't you counting your chicks before they're matched? Your sort of luck won't hold out forever"
 She looked at Steeger. Do you know the channel?" she demanded of him.
 Before I'd help save the carcass of a dirty thieving pirate, I'd be
 "Pirate?" Jean Strebor hissed She stepped impulsively forward. Her lips trembled. I'll tell you how much of pirate my fath eris. He ." She stopped. Her face turned even whiter.
 Mundy laughed shortly. "Why don't you finish?" he said.
 "All right" The intensity of her voice surprised him. My father has been a pirate, yes. He may be a pirate again. But right now he's acting under the secret orders of the Chinese Government to wipe out Fang"
 T thought Fang was marshal in the Chinese Army, such as it is."
 He won't obey orders. He won't fight for his country. He does nothing but pillage, kill and carouse for his own pleasure. He's a bandit and revolutionist. Yet the Goy- ernment hesitates to sever connec- tions with him entirely for fear that he may turn out-and-out free- booter If that could be worse"
 She fell back slowly. Now you know"
 Some one was pounding at the door. A Chinese appeared, lowing and bobbing. He clutched rifle awkwardly in his pudgy yellow