Glacier County chief., 1940-04-19

IT will cost you your life if you go on,
butting in, they'll upset my plans"
plans for an "empire-didn't I say
you were the cause of the trouble in
this area?"
you did. But even repetition and
your good looks don't make you ac-
curate. The real source of unrest. the
canker spot. the germ culture of white
hate, so to speak, is a cunning old
named Izansi."
The witch DOCTOR" she choked. You
have the effrontery to class me with
that filthy. superstition
brute?"
"Oh, he didn't pass examinations
that any medical association would
countenance, but he has considerable
scientific. attachments on his own lines
| psychology and the uses of magic
and mass fear as instruments of power,
| for instance: 1t makes him the mind
that rules the Mbam'ala and other
! tribes between your Bitter Water Belt
and my Karishimbi.
Like me he doesn't want any white
interference, but unlike me he thinks
he can stop it by terror. That's where
your-and my danger lies. The rabid
old monomaniac's hate and self
sufficiency have reached the stage
when he's actually anxious to sacrifice
someone like you to prove to his tribes
that his might is stronger than the
II suppose you degraded yourself to
the level of one of his ju-ju men to
share his aims and secrets" she said
cuttingly.
His secrets, anyhow" the bizarre
creature grinned. Il am head and best
agent of my own intelligence staff"
And you are saying we should go
no further among the border tribes?"
Neil Mallock put in.
IF you do you're as good as dead"
the eagle eyes narrowed. "Izansi IS
waiting for just such an object lesson
as you; his tribes know it They
will take you, their drums will send
word to Izansi in Votoko. He will come
on the wind"
From four days inland?" she
Sneered
And on his arrival there will be
great mutt for which your nice white
bodies will be the instruments. 1t will
probably be a week before you die, for
1zansi will make the most of his
chance
you may fool savages with your
DOGGY stories, Mr.. Savaran, but not
me. Mr. Mallock, finish the loading of
the lorries, we continue our survey
as planned"
buC really, MISS LOIllldIl, SdVdrdll
reputation began Neil,
pect to be moving in half an hour"
she said and walked toward her tent.
Her self-assurance was invincible by
the time they reached their farthest
point from civilization, the empty
rocky country of the Thou tribe Thus
she saw no danger when one day, their
road through a narrow gully was
blocked by strangely large herd of
cattle. Seeing the impossibility of
pushing through the solid mass of
heads and horns jammed between the
gully walls, she cried:
WED better go back and let them
by. I'll signal to the lorries behind"
She stood up to do this and cried:
why, there's as many COWS coming
up from behind. What's the matter
with the fools, they can't have mar
ket day in two directions?"
But Neil Mallock, remembering that
COWS ranked among the oldest military
weapons in the world, had guessed
what was the matter He damned on
his brakes and reached for his pistol
AS he did so, Chi-Chi, driving the sec
ond lorry, rammed him and threw
him against his steering Wheel-juSt
as the Thou struck.
SwarmS of wiry men appeared from
under the bellies of the cattle and in
flash the lorries were a maggot
swarm of fighting, clawing blacks.
Carol Lothian found herself in the
grips of three monkey-faced braves
and before she realized they wanted
to capture and not kill. managed to