The Waterbury Democrat., 1936-12-16
'ELLOW MOON
BY BRADFIELD ANGLER
Coprrieht Ledrer syndicate

of the turbid water.
 Royce Gregory did not return. She did not know that Rex had dis covered the plan and had knocked Gregory out. Sudden panic clawed at her heart. Something had gone wrong? She busted herself at the controls. The motor sputtered. She tried again, then again. The motor coughed. This time it caught hold erratically. She pulled out the choke. It nearly stopped. Then 1t roared.
 somebody come, Missy!" The door of the house was open. A man was framed in the hay lem- onish glow of lighta from within. Then that man started running in her direction. She resolutely backed the boat into the river. The heavier stern swung downstream of its own accord. Giving the motor gas, she headed up the river.
 Al Steeger, eating supper with the others in the house, wished that Mundy would close the door and keep out as much of the sitting yellow particles of dust as possible. Then he, too, heard the noise that had brought Mundy to his feet.
 He heard Mundy exclaim: Its a motorboatp and saw him start run ming. He and Bill O'Toole followed as fast as their older bodies allowed. Mundy encountered some one on the way to the boathouse. Steeger could not SC who it was. He heard whoever it was yelling like fool. Then he saw arms swinging. He got close enough to see Mundy sud- denly bend double, as if from foul blow. Then Mundy half-straight- ened, despite evident pain, and flashed across right that cracked like a pistol shot. When Steeger reached him he saw the heavy-set figure of Gregory motionless on the ground.
 Mundy saw Steeger and OToole beside him. Come on. We've got to stop her. She'll be killed!"
 Steeger did not need to be told that Mundy meant Jean Strebor The motorboat was well out in the river when they reached the boat house. The water, refecting what moonlight there was, seemed a bright expanse in contrast with the rest of the countryside.
 Steeger heard a muffleo e&clama- ton from O'Toole. He glanced around. OToole was logging it in another direction.
 Come back, Jean." Mundy shouted There was no use now in keeping still. Any one within earshot could hear that chugging, wheezing motorboat. You haven't a chance"
 O'Toole was back out of breath Rex, all our spare ammunition and that new load of dynamite for blasting has gone. They broke into the storehouse. They've taken every bit" ....
 we've still got some left, haven't we?" Mundy asked.
 Not much"
 Steeger was straining his eyes l over the river.
 Isn't that another boat out there?" Yellow Hell
 The engine of the motorboat started to miss. Another shape loomed nearer. It moved as silently and swiftly as 8 shadow. Three or four figures at the back were bend- ing back and forth. Steeger sud- denly knew that this was sampan The figures were laboring at a sculling oar.
 The sampan had probably been lurking nearby all the time in read mess for such an attempt. Other craft were doubtless placed between the camp and where the ex-pirate was being besieged.
 Some ones after her already" Mundy's voice, hoarse and dry, was like cry of pain. "Jeanl They'll kill her"
 "It's more likely they'll capture her." O'Toole grunted.
 The motor stopped altogether. The sampan close in. OToole was right. Other figures loomed in the native craft. Jump, Jeanw he called. Don't let them get you, Jump!"
 Mundy had his revolver out, but he was afraid that if he used it those on the sampan might start shoting. He was so intent on mak- ing her understand that her only chance of escape was to jump, he did not notice what Al Steeger was doing. He saw Jean hesitate. She tried vainly again to start the motor.