The Waterbury Democrat., 1936-12-18

CHAPTER XII

CHAPTER XXI
I'm tell you what I'm talking
about" Gregory,s face was lined
and ugly. Fang Is going to attack
this camp within five minutes"
The full significance Of his words
did not hit her at once.
Fang here?" Her long white fin
gers rose swiftly to her throat
''Then my father"
mo, Mike Strebor Is still holding
off" Gregory said brutally. That
doesn't make any difference In this
matter. Ammunition here is low
thanks to you, and the morale Is
shot. Selling this place won't take
a hundred men. They're already
outside the north fence"
She recoiled from him. Her fea-
lures widened.
$50 that's what you are!" she ac-
cused. 1--WE been fool not to see
it before. You're a spy for Fang!
The horror of Royce Greggory's
actions dawned on her. Gregory
had been scheming from the first
to aid the accomplishment OF Mar
shall Fang's two major detectives
the capture of Mundy's gold mine
and the crushing Of her father.
Gregory, it was had tried to
have Mundy killed because he had
learned that Mundy was going to
pilot the steamship upriver, with
its supplies and re-enforcements for
the besieged ex-pirate. Gregory
probably had been on the ship In
the first place TO shadow AL Steeger
and to arrange for Steeger's and
Mundy's capture before they could
return to the mine.
Gregory had helped her on her
fruitless attempt to speed upriver
in the camps motorboat with am
munition for her father, SO as to cut
down Mundy's supply of munitions
and so she would be taken by Fangs
hirelingS.
You're a spy for Fangp
He laughed. The laughter was
not a pleasant thing to hear. Il
work for Fang. You work for Sire
Dor. Ones bandit and ones a
pirate. What's the difference?"
He grasped her suddenly. He
dragged her a few steps until they
were in the very shadow OF the
building where the dynamo hum
med. He held hand ready to clap
over her mouth In case she tried to
make an outcry.
1.-THE games finished here" He
glanced quickly at his wristwatch.
only a few seconds now! The
games going to be up with your
father in a couple Of hours. too?
TIL N where are you going? What
are you going to do?"
Gke thought she saw Mundy NOV
ing around inside the dwelling
house. She spared for time if moth
ing else.
"At least, there's white men here.
You can't let that fiend kill and
torture your own kind"
"Oh, I can't?" Gregory sneered.
Nothing I can do now can stop
itw
Tigress Aroused
lie threw her from him with a
sudden motion. But, If he thought
he was going to get rid Of her so
easily, he was mistaken. She flung
herself at him She screamed. She
hung on tenaciously. Gregory tried
to disentangle her arms. He pushed
at her. Then he began to use his
fists.
fIundy rar out of the house. His
big black revolver was still strapped
to his thigh.
"Fang's going to attack" she
cried at the top Of her voice. 'Fang's
going to attack"
Then one of Greggory's frantic
blows caught her on the face, and
she felt her hands slipping. The
next thing she knew, she was on the
ground. She tried to grasp Greg
gory's legs, but it was no use. She
started toward Mundy, getting to
her feet as she did SO. She was
trying to make him understand
what Gregory was going to do.
Mundy had his revolver in his
hand. She turned around just in
time to see Gregory throw open
the door of the powerhouse. Ma
chinery whirred within. A shot
banged forth. Gregory clueched
at one shoulder, sagging on that
side, but he staggered on. Again
the pistol rang out. Gregory
1urched forward like drunk trying
to keep his feet beneath him.
A human shrek, an explosion and
a flash of fame were blended into
a single CHASTITY second. Jean Sire
Dor threw her hands in front of her
eyes. When she took them down.
smoke was mushrooming through
the open door of the shack.
The hum in the air had stopped
Royce Gregory in death had sue
ceeded in doing what he had failed
to accomplish in life.
Fang Attacks
Rifle fire burst sharply from the
northern end of the camp. Chinese
workmen fled from their rude homes
and from the mine buildings. They