The Hardin tribune-herald. [volume] (Hardin, Mont.) 1925-1973, 1937-02-05
IN THREE PARTS-PART THREE

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"Athenie!" John Hyde was bitter.
"She's as bad as he. Don't you see,
she's responsible for these dummy
ton particularly to the make and
caliber of our weapons so that when
she went out she could arrange with a
house boy to substitute this dud stuff
in Jul ammunition box. And she hates
you."
"But not you," Savaran said. THAT
is why she will war u.s."
And Savaran, as usual, was right. At
midday next day, the fateful seventh
day, Hyde coming from a ~tete-a-tete
with Athenie, reported:
II don't know whether it means any
thing, but she-er-Athenie specially
wants me to meet her alone at that
clump of poinsettias beyond the trade
house at nine tonight"
1.-THE Thonga are to attack tonight
How can you be sc sure?"
1T is obvious. These poinsettias are
opposite the islet where their motor
boat is hidden. Easy to get you to it
before the attack begins"
Does she imagine I'd leave you in
the lurch," Hyde cried.
"She is probably not so childish as
that. The very position of the poin-
settias suggests she has a plan" Saw
aran shrugged, and as the American
half eastern, she'll have a dozen ways
OF carrying you off against your will.
You have a habit of sharing her candy
for one. Well, she only has to dope
that, get a house boy to canoe your
lnsenSlble carcass to the motor boat
and the thing is done. This is where
Savaran acts. We call on Warbler at
$780,"
Warbler, packing a valise, looked UP
plot was found out. Also, Savaran left
no doubt of it:
You mean to be well away in your
motor launch before the Thonga start
In on me?" he said with acid genialiy
Warbler came upright, his stiff
necked stare on the eagle face, his
hand on his pistol. There was no fear
in him, he was still sure he was master
OF the situation. Only the girl had a
of anger.
vo 1.-The prospect Of my escape pains
Might one ask why?"
She stood before him, flaming hate
"Aie, you'll know why" she cried
fiercely. my mother was Khadra
daughter Of Ell Melik of the zend
Arabs-does that tell you?"
1T tells me what your loveliness
taught me to suspect" he smiled. But
it is no reason for hate"
"Liar!" she stormed. "Or has so such
foulness made you forget how my
mother was carried off by a SLAYER, a
white slave raider, that my father was
killed trying to save her . and that
my mother died after her capture,
"soeshe died." savaran's tone was
soft: "You are sure of that?"
"Of course, she died." Warbler snap
ped. "The march was too much for SO
delicate a creature"
But you must know-you were that
SLAYER" Athenie cried suddenly be-
wildered.
Either that-or you have been fed
on lies" Savaran said. I'VE may learr
that from others. What was you,
fathers name?"
But Warbler" the girl faltered, like
my uncle's. They were brothers."
wart hog could have fathered you?'
Savaran suddenly famed scorn. "Or
could have been chosen by Khadra,
daughter of kings and the loveliest
flower of womanhood I knew? Pah!
Look at him and see the lie in his low
born grossness. Your father was a
gentleman, Henri de Voeux, major OF
France, gallant as only you'd expect
from your mothers choice-and my
sword brother in many a danger . >
The scalding passion of the man, the
truth his words exposed carried the