Evening star., 1937-08-29
THIS WEEK

wiling to be your hostage. ana
promise there shall be no reprisals
made in my name or with my consent
- if in return, you promise me not to
attack. but to flee and to hide when
those officers who otherwise =" She
glanced at the Guru. She urged him,
low-voiced: 60, go quickly! Go to
the dak bungalow and -"
The crowd murmured 1t stirred like
the jungle. The Guru spoke hoarsely:
TOO late. Sahiba, look"
BY the torch, in the throat of the
track, with the gloom behind him,
smiling, motionless, stood Haigh.
No one moved. Even the torches
were still The Guru whispered: IF he
lights cigarette, they will kill him.
1t would be such racial gesture. This
is racial madness
Suddenly Haigh strobe forward
along the lane between the ranks of
bearded men who moved like under
growth that feels the wind. Sticks
were lifted, but no one struck. When
he came within ten PAGES of her. Mar
quise saw that his revolver holster was
empty He looked at everyone but her;
at the god with the glittering eyes, at
the Guru, at the faces he passed, but
not at Marquise until he stood straight
in front of her and made rigidly
official salute. Then their eyes met
during ten full seconds When he
spoke, his voice was polite, casual:
Il saw you slip away into the dark. l
knew you came to warn the Guru."
Marquise couldn't have answered
calmly. so she said nothing. Haigh ap-
peared not to notice her tenseness He
seemed to be looking at her, but he
wasn't. He was watching from the
corners of his eyes, as alert as leop-
ard. Then his eyes met hers again:
The job was to keep Goddard quiet.
helped him outside. He's overseeing
the repair of your tires. That'll keep
him busy"
Sorry to cause you trouble"
ut looks like trouble, all right. I see
they've hidden firearms They're
bringing them out Don't turn your
head. Look straight at me-"
1T was thoughtful of you not to
bring a revolver"
Haigh smiled. Il left it with the
raik. He's normally good non-com,
but he's SICK
Marquise began to feel less nervous,
but she wished he would say what he
thought. Why couldn't he accuse her
the way Tom Goddard had done, and
have it out, and get it over with? You
can't fight back unless someone fights
you. Marquise felt suddenly lonely
and angry. She let impulse have its
way: you couldn't possibly have
come at a worse momentr'
Il might have come too late"
I'm afraid you're prisoner"
He smiled. but his smile revealed
nothing Keep on talking to me. I'm
giving them time to cool off and begin
wondering. Keep 'em guessing"
They know all about the truck and
the machine-gun. They're not afraid
of it,
Neither am l. 1t can't move. put
the ignition out of order. Goddard is
too full of hell, and his foot hurts him.
He thinks guns are the only way to
settle an argument"
Il am sorry you came. It's my fault.
l would rather have faced it alone"
He looked sharply at her. There was
a torch so close to her it almost singed
her hair. we'll discuss that later.
1.-The job now is to get out of the mess"
He reached out and showed the
torch away Its owner tried to strike
him with it but another man inter-
fered Then a gun went off. Haigh
WINGED. but within split second his
face was calm. A yell went up. The
crowd seemed to be going mad. Mar
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