Detroit evening times. (Detroit, Mich) 1921-1958, 1942-10-25

The leader yelled something
and the others stood behind him,
guns ready. The Aleut crew
were caught fiat footed.
Says they're Comment in
spectors," the mate growled.
Stand by men. They're damned
pirates come to steal our skins.
The Russians advanced and the
Aleut gang rushed them with
with their clubs and guns and
revolvcrs parked like a battle.
But there were too many Rus
skies. They swarmed all over
the beach and Mac slipped in a
pool of frozen seal blood and
curry. He struggled to his feet
but a thick, Russian sea boot
thudded into his head and he
went out like a match in mon
soon.
When he came TO It was dark
and he was frozen stiff. His head
ached so much he felt sick. He
managed to get TO his feet and
reeled about the rocky beach
trying to find the boats. But
they were gone. He was ma
rooned.
Later he learned why. The
Russians robbed the Aleut skins
and sailed. But the Aleut skip
per, afraid that the st. George
Island natives would get a boat
off TO warn the Coast Guard,
upped anchor and ran for it. He
must have thought Mac was
dead.
When day broke he wandered
the beach looking for shelter.
He had some fuzees in his
pocket and managed TO make a
fire out Of a bit of driftwood
and the tail of his shirt. 1t
wasn't hard TO hack a bit Of oily
meat from seal carcass and
the snow made drinking water.
But he had no tobacco and
that was a trial. The seal meat
began to make him sick too; 1t
was so oily.
One day he started up the hill.
It was dotted with great bould-
ers and at the top of it a sort
OF ring OF them. Inside that ring
he made out a hut and started
for il.
There was the bang of a gun
and a bullet hinged off a rock
beside him.
He shouted two or three times,
but there was no answer.
He was crawling away among
the rocks when he heard a call.
Peering carefully behind him he
made out the Malay cook!
Hey, cookie" he shouted and
got TO his feet. Who the hell
is shooting?"
He was walking towards the
cook when he suddenly dropped
TO one knee and a bullet whisp-
cred past Macs head.
He raced away among the
rocks. That cook was trying TO
kill him. Why? He must have
been mad, Mac thought.
He hid out in a gulley all that
day, scared to go near his fire,
afraid to show himself to the
killer.
That night he crept up on the
hut, planning to surprise the
Malay
Suddenly there was movement
and a light appeared in a win
dow. Mac crouched low and
watched a shadowy figure
emerge from the doorway. lie
carried a lantern which glinted
on the barrel of a rifle. He
walked over to the rocks about
twenty yards from Mac. climbed
on one and waved the lantern in
slow crescents.
out to sea a light blinked.
Mac backed stealthily away
and stole past the fidgeting seal
hareems to the beach. He could
make out the lantern slowly
swinging above him and a light
that came closer to the beach.
Whatever boat the Malay was
signaling. Mac intended to get
there first and tell them the
Malay was mad. Perhaps it was
the Aleut and the cook planned
TO kill them all.
He heard the clank of an
.nchor chain, then the cracking
of oars; a boat pulled out of the
darkness and gritted on the sand.
The seals set up a barking and
men tumbled out on the beach.
Mac glanced towards the hill, the
Iantprn Xvas cOnntnry towards him