The Wilmington morning star., 1943-01-11

ton, Restwick Carnes crowded ou
Of the way Of other automobile!
with his own, then stepped out ane
headed for the little shed where
his companion had spied Jiro, tn.
former servant.
"Hey!" Kissed Choppo.
"Stay here!" Rusty Kissed back
When he saw the child clamberins
from the automobile he leapee
back. "Be good egg and stay
here" he repeated.
"But he's my spy!" claimed the
red-headed tike.
Restwick Carnes looked angriel
than he had looked all day.
''There's limit, Choppo. And this
is it. Stay here and offer the car
to anyone who may ask you fo1
it."
When Rusty reached the little
shed Jiro was getting ready to
move from that protection to
search for another. To photograph
some other scene of havoc for the
delightful scrutiny Of his govern
ment. Undoubtedly that was his
purpose. The camera now was
back in the innocent basket. Rus
ty stepped through the doorway
and barred Jiro's exit.
isn't this strange time to pur'
sue your hobby. Jiro?'
If Restwick Carnes expected MS
former Japanese empioye to be Ill
at ease, he was wrong. The ela'
ton, that feeling Of being indomln,
table that evidently had grlppeo
all I, yellow monsters that day.
had gripped Jiro as well.
"Not at all" He smiled, but the
smile was smirk. And there was
no accompanying bow. lie stooo
erect and regarded his former en-
plyoer with eyes htat mockeo'
..What more appropriate tlms
would I want? I take pictures 1or
INV country. My pictures will be
history"
you're not going to have any
pictures!" Without pauslng 1o
think. the red-haired man hurtleo
himself through the air and
knocked Jiro's basket from his
hand. A grin spread over Rusty $
face. It sounded very much as II
Jiro now possessed a broken
camera. -.
But Rusty's grin did not last
long. Jiro's wrist was tight
against his mouth. First the wrist,
then lightning swift, the arm just
sliding along until it was his shoul-
der interfering with Rusty's face.
Il was under his chin. More swift.
" even than his arm had Travelled
upward, Jiro tossed Restwlck
carnes over his head, where ne
landed in a heap in a corner OF
the little shack.
An ache shot through Rusty S
head as it hit a corner beam. He
shook it to clear it, resenting the
pain. resenting more his stupidity
in having been tricked with that
hold. He should have known what
would happen. Well, he knew the
answer now. He knew the next
trick He knew what to do when
Jiro headed toward him.
But Jiro did not head toward
him. He reached for his precious
basket with such frantic haste
that the man on the dirt floor knew
ne did not want to continue the
fight He wanted only to escape.
Rusty managed to get to a squat
ting position, then threw himself
forward with the aid of strong
leg muscles and caught Jiro about
the ankle. Rusty looked like
snake striking. Jiro hit the ground.
Scarcely had he landed before
Restwick Carnes knew that now
Jiro did want to continue the fight.
His clamping yellow hands were
about Rusty's throat. Pictures be-
gan to whirl before his eyes. Jiro,
Choppo, Eugenia, Abby, Paige.
Then Jiro again. Then the others.
But always bigger than the other
faces in the continuous circle was
Jiro's
Abby asked, Whom did you
think of first, Paige, when you re-
allied we were in danger?"
They were on B deck, with its
countless glass windows. Stew
ards, walters, bartenders, cooks,
busboys, civilian volunteers - all
were painting, and had been for a
couple of hours, until now most OF
the windows we're black. The place
seemed unfamiliar and spooky.
The little gray-haired woman
peered through the eerie light at
the girl. Tell me-Rusty or Denl-
SOM"
Neither. I thought Of Society
Sal and her 80 cats. I wonder If
she is all right"
Abby said some what dryly, "You
assured me nothing could happen
to Choppo. 1 believe Sal is about as
apt to be marked by lucky sign"
''She told me if Honolulu were
she wouldn't worry about
herself. She'd worry about her cats.
She said they were accustomed to
liver and red beef and raw eggs"
Abby's little brassy laugh came
out in a frail imitation Of its usual
sound. "You can't get angry at the
silly, doting fool. She does even
more for batch of orphans on the
island"
you're pretty good to orphans,
too, darling" Right after she had