The Waterbury Democrat. [volume] (Waterbury, Conn.) 1917-1946, 1936-12-14

BY BRADFIELD Angler
Copyrieht Ledger syndicate


over. though Al. wed be in .
pretty mess now II the electrical
output went dead"
"In fact" Mundy chuckled be-
tween mouthfuls, I'VE, ourselves,
would be as good as dead"
A remote cracking sounded con-
stantly In their ears. They had to
listen hard to make sure 1t was not
imagination. They could not help
but listen. The noise. was scarcely
more than q vibration In the air.
but every one knew what 1t was
distant gunshots.
Jeans Fears
How can you sit still with my
father and his men up there, per-
haps being slaughtered by Fangl"
Jean Strebor broke. How can you
eat? How can you joke? No one
makes q move to save him."
"Why should be risk our lives to
save q pirate?" Bill OToole asked
matter-oA -factly.
HE isn't q pirate, not the way
you men. He's acting under the
orders Of the Chinese Government
to wipe out Fang"
Thought Fang was q marshal
In the Chinese army"
Hes q traitor. a revolutionist, a
bandit! He does nothing but rob
and murder his own countrymen.
He won't make any stand against
their enemies" Her blazing blue
eyes shifted from one to another
of them. Are you men going to
sit here and let white man be-be
butchered"
"Just a minute, Miss Strebar,"
Mundy interrupted crisply. your
father Is holding out all right. You
can still hear firing going on.
Besides, Bill got word this morning
that Fang hasn't been able to
close in"
THAT was this morning. What's
happening now?" Her voice fall
tered for an instant. "He has been
depending on me to bring him
ammunition"
There's nothing I can do"
Mundy said shortly. mot at the
present time, anyway"
There's no time to lose. Go to
him in the motorboat."
"The boats too slow. We couldn't
hope to get anywhere near the
place with 1t. Trying 1t would only
mean death or capture. Besides,
you saw how the engine baked
when we were coming back from
that little jaunt this morning"
Bill OToole looked up. THAT
boats another thing for you to
tinker with, Al. when you get the
chance" OToole said.
Her expression was set. "Send
him some ammunition. There must
be chance to smuggle 1t through.
Two or three Of the handful Of my
Chinese that you saved from the
steamer will take the risk"
We've hardly enough ammuni-
ton for ourselves II these disturb
ances keep up" Mundy told her.
Don't you intend to do any,
thing?" she asked with intense
quietness.
"You don't seem to understand"
Mundy replied. Even If I wanted
to mix up with Chinese politics
which I don't, there's nothing to
be done right now. He's holding
out okay. You can still hear them
fighting. He'll just have to hold
out while longer. Perhaps that
help he's been expecting will come
through"
II order you to act now!"
II happen to be giving the orders
around here"
Nasty Words
You're afraid" she burst out.
you're coward. I knew 1t from
the moment I saw you in that
Shanghai cafe and you contrived
to steal my purse. The situations
may be turned now, Rex Mundy,
but you'll be in my power again!
Then watch out"
She Sprang up from the table.
Her chair crashed backward to the
floor. She walked from the room.
1.-THE little fool" Mundy half
raised from his seat, glowing with
anger.
Take it easy, Chief" Steeger
counciled in an undertone. His
hand gently restrained the young
man. "She amt herself"
Gregory pushed his chair back
quietly.
will you pardon me, please?" he
said politely. then arose and fol-
lowed the girl.
The others finished the meal In
silence and set about their accus-
toned tasks. Mundy, crossing from
the house to the stamping mill,
came upon Jean Strebor and Rovce