The daily monitor leader. [volume] (Mount Clemens, Mich.) 1942-19??, 1943-06-25

nat do you mean-lf can
take it,"
Barry laid his hands on her
slender shoulders and there was
a twinkle in his gra. eyes.
II guess | shouldn't ever
question your ability TO take il
after the way you've come
through hardship down here
He hcSltated for moment and
then went on. II keep think
ing Of the girl l met on the
boat in New York. The girl who
had never known what hard
ship was.
That was so long ago, ALI
son said in a hushed voice, that
that Allison seems like a dream
to me. don't think | ever
knew her-rcally."
Her violet eyes were shining
in the pale light of early morn
ing. Barry frightened his grip
on her shoulders and brushed
his lips lightly over her fore
head He had a wild desire 10
crush her in his arms, to pour
out what was really in his heart
but his job wasn't done. He
couldn't ask a girl TO believe
IN him until he could prove his
courage was match for hers.
He pulled himself away from
her and said shortly, Lets be
getting along
Barry insisted that they stop
often TO rest and battle their
hands and faces in the cold cas-
cadcs of spring water that sud
sparkle briefly in the sun and
run away down the slope
The sinking sun was setting
everything afire with its glow
when the Caribbean finally
doomed below them like sheet
of colorcd glass. The air grew
warmer as they reached the low
lands and the sun had been
swallowed up by the sea when
Barry suddenly pulled his mule
TO a stop. He pointed ahead
and spoke in a low voice
See those fires down there?
That must be where they treat
the ore
Allison 5 eyes were tax ing in
the scene a dozen fires were
glowing through the dusk and
the dark forms Of men we're
moving in their light
What do we do now" Ali
son asked
Wen get as close as we can
and still Nc safe. "
They moved on slowly until
they came TO a clump Of trees.
Barry stopped and slid from his
mule. He motioncd Allison to
follow Together they watched
The glow from the fires showed
the outline OF huge clay ovens.
Indians were shoVcling in the
ore TO be roasted. Others were
filling large earthcn.vare jugs
with the precious quicksilver and
sealing the tops with wax. Two
Indians were hosting the heavy
jugs onto two-whcelcd cart.
II think Hall was right Bar
ry whispered. They are load
ing the fishing boats and will
probably wait until late tonight
to sail out TO waiting sub
marine
They moved stealthlly through
the night, skirted around the
flat promontory where the roast
ing was being carried on and
didn't stop until they stood in
the dark shadow on the mar
row strip Of beach.
wheel carts were coming
in a steady stream down the !
slope and through the sand TO
the waters very edge. The |
heavy wheels cut deeply into
the soft beach and Quiche driv-
crs urged the mules on with
cracking whips.
A fire burned on the beach to
cast an eerie light for leaders
who were slowing the jars into
boats no larger than dinghies,
Suddenly from out Of the
blackness a man in white riding
and boots stepped into
the glow OF the freight He
was shouting orders TO the In
dianS, urging them to hurry with
their loading.
Allison's small hand clutched
Barry's arm.
Look
Barry stiffened. Through .
hard clenchcd teeth he mutter-
cd, why. the rat! Renaldo!'
TO BE Continued