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1931 for March 15th
A. A. Proctor
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A Narrative of the Crusades
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PROLOGUE
T SEEMED as though
the centuries had
rolled back at this one
little spot the centuries
which separated the cave
man from civilization.
Here was a turgid, muddy
stream, slogging in against
a bank of willows and tule
growth, flecked with yel
low sunshine through the
overhanging trees.
On a sloping muddy
bank were two men, as
naked as the day they
were born, plastered with
mud, their faces bloody,
lips drawn back in the
snarl of battle. They
were little above the aver
age in size, and yet they
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shoulder and length of limb. They fought fist a short, · ashing uppercut. The
ankle deep in the slippery mud, unable to victor staggerc .1 to the top of the bank,
secure a firm foothold, which probably ac breathing in whistling gasps. He did not.
counted for the lack of power in their pause to clean away the muck of battle.
blows. There was no clinching just From among the weeds he picked up a
slug, slug, slug wheezing lungs, the slap black shirt, worn overalls, ragged under
of bare feet in the mud. clothes, a battered sombrero and a pair of
The end came suddenly. A blow old boots. He looked back at his fallen
missed, a forward lunge. Straight to the adversary for several moments, shook his
point of a tnuddy chin flashed a muddy head and plunged into the underbrush .
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and there was a cut across
his check, but otherwise
he did not seem to be
marked.
He walked slowly up
the bank to the patch of
weeds, his eyes searching
them closely. Suddenly
he reached down and
picked up a queer looking
pair of trousers. They
were as striped as th� coat
of a zebra. He dropped
them and picked up the
jacket, also striped; the
unmistakable uniform of a
pen1ten t1ary.
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His lower lip was badly lacerated The prison guards stood around him.
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"Better put them rags on him," sug And this was the peaceful passing of an
gested one of them. ''That was like Joe old cattle range warrior, whose tongue
Cross stoppin' to take a bath with a was as bitter as his shooting was straight.
dozen men an' a pair of bloodhounds on The folks· of Pima Valley said that
his trail.'' Angus M�t eod loved no one but they
"Looks like his finish this time," said were wrong. He loved Suey Ong and
another. Red Brant. This was discovered when
"Finish, hell ! You can't kill a guy like Old Angus' will was read in Gila Springs
him." an unexpected will in which Red Brant
"Mebbe not; but he'll never look like was given the Bar M ranch and every
anybody again. That bullet plumb thing thereon, providing also that Red
ruined his face, that's a cinch." Brant retain Suey Ong as ranch cook for
''You might say Joe Cross is a changed the rest of Suey Ong's life, or as long as
man," one of them said, laughing. the Chinese might care to remain.
"One of you go an' get some sort of a rig. Buck Pearson heard this will, and
Make it in a hurry, 'cause this con is nearly exploded with wrath. Buck owned
liable to die before we get him to town." the rest of Pima Valley, and for several
But he did not die. They turned him years he had fought Old Angus, trying to
over to the hospital department, where buy him out or run him out. Angus
he lingered for weeks, finally to overcome owned two thousand acres in the center
the wounds. But the shock had been too of the valley, owned the best water sup
much. He came out of the hospital, white ply and the best grazing land. Pearson
of hair, with no memory of who he was or wanted it badly, but Angus would con
what he had done; not insane in any way, sider no offer. He hated Buck Pearson.
simply without any memory of the past. Harold Buck Pearson made his
He did not even remember the warden. money in mines one mine, to be exact.
They told him who he was and why he When he sold out he had enough money
was in the prison. He accepted it meekly almost to buy out the whole of Pima
-a meek old man, who had been one of Valley almost. He wanted it all. He
the dangerous inmates of the Nevada wanted to be the king of Pima Valley.
pnson . Buck had money enough to buy seyeral
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"He took the bullet cure," said the places the size of the Bar M and not miss
warden, who was not unkindly. "Per the money; but Angus McLeod didn't
haps it is just as well maybe better. want money. When Buck heard that
Who knows?" Angus was dead, knowing that Angus had
And this happened about fifteen years no relatives, he thought the Bar M was
ago. The records merely show that Joe as good as his; but there was that mis
Cross escaped, was shot down by a erable will, all properly drawn up in
posse, recovered his health and resumed Angus' well known hand.
his place in the prison. "Red Brant !" snorted Buck. "My
Gawd, why didn't he give it to some�
body else? That cold eyed bob cat !"
"I reckon ib.�t's one of the reason�
CHAPTER I Angus done ga� it to Red," remarked
Mica Miller, the lantern jawed, grizzled
THE KING OF PIMA VALLEY sheriff. "He wanted somebody capabht
of takin' care of the Bar M."
LD ANGUS McLEOD wanted to "What the hell does that jigger know
die fighting, but fate willed other about cows?" queried Speck Smalley, the
wise, and Suey Ong, his ancient deputy. "I ain't never seen no cow"
Chinese cook, found him dead in bed one puncher yet that knowed beans about
morning, a half smile on his grim lips. raisin' cows."
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"Oklahomy knows cows," said the injury caused them to settle down in an
�heriff. Eastern village, where a few years later
"He didn't inherit Oklahomy." the doctor died. She had kept up a cor
"No-o-o, but I'll betcha forty dollars respondence with Faro, who had asked
Oklahomy stays. Knows cows, he does, her to join him.
an' he's the best Winchester shot in the Buck Pearson took her tiny gloved
valley." hand in his and was sold for life. He
Buck Pearson growled audibly and muttered some sort of acknowledgment
hitched up his belt. Buck was past of the introduction, which caused Faro
forty, heavily built, but very active. Fleming to wrinkle his usually frozen face
There was a touch of gray about his dark into a smile. He had made a study of
hair and stubby mustache. He had human nature, and he could read Buck
blocky features and a deep lined face. Pearson easily. It was as Faro had hoped
His eyes were gray. Buck was not a it would be.
jovial person, he was harsh in his dealings, "So you are the great Buck Pearson,"
and had but little sense of humor. said Fanny, actually a little awed, her
He owned the Pima Saloon & Gambling gray eyes wide.
House, but took no active part in running "Aw, not so great," grunted Buck.
it. That was left to Faro Fleming, a "Faro has been telling me quite a lot
pale faced, hard eyed gambler, who about you, and he says you are really a
managed the place with a good profit for cattle king. It must be wonderful to
Buck. well, to have people say things like that;
"Have you seen Faro's sister?" asked to own a "'hole valley and so many cows."
Speck. . Buck grinned.
"No," growled Buck. "I think Faro has been fillin' you up
"You've missed somethin'." with a lot of lies."
"What do you mean?" "Oh, no, he hasn' t."
"Man, she's a sight for sore eyes. "Well," faltered Buck uneasily, "I
Pretty? Well, I'd tell a man she is. dunno."
Ain't over thirty an' won't weigh more 'n Fanny's laugh thrilled Buck to the
a hundred an' fifteen. Faro introduced core. She took him by the sleeve with.
me to her when she got off'n the stage, an' easy familiarity as she said:
I've been walkin' slaunchways ever since. "You see, he doesn't dare lie to me,
Name's Fanny De Lacey a widder." because I expect to be here long enough
"Uh-huh. Faro told me she was to find out things for myself, Mr. Cattle
comin'. Her husband was a doctor." King. We are going to rent a little place,
Buck turned away and strolled up the where I can keep house for my brother.
the street to the Gila Hotel. Faro Oh, I am going to be so useful to him."
Fleming and his sister were coming out "That's great," said Buck slowly.
and they stopped to meet him. She smiled coyly..
Fanny De L\lcey was pretty and
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"And you will come up to see usP"
knew it. Her face was as clean cut as a "Well, I'd sure like to, Mrs. De
cameo, the patrician nose:..b. trifle tilted. Lacey.''
But there was a certain hardness about "Won't you please call me Fanny?
her carmine lips, a calculating stare i n her Every one does."
big gray eyes. There was nothing of the Buck took a deep breath.
clinging vine type about her. She had "Yeah, I like to call folks by their
jolted over some of the rough spots of names. Mine's Buck."
life the cheap chorus and small time "That's fine. Faro has written so
shows. much about you that I have always called
Doctor Frank· De Lacey hired her for you Buck to myself, of course," she
his medicine show and married her. An added quickly, coloring a little.
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Fanny laughed shortly. fessed. "I run, plumb out o' grub back
"Looks as though he might do things." there in the hills, too. Ain't et since last
"Somebody will probably break his night."
fool neck one of these days," growled "That don't interest me none," said the
Faro. bartender callously. "We do a cash busi
"Yeah," grunted Buck, and Fanny ness around here, so you better pull out."
laughed. The man turned wearily and looked
"I would deduce from that that you around. Buck Pearson and Faro had
two are not exactly friends of the said stopped near the middle of the room, and
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the stranger's eyes lighted at sight of Drinks are two-bits apiece. Ask the bar
them. With one gnarled hand he reached tender to serve you a couple. Yeah, l'1:1
into a pocket of his ragged overalls and stakin' you to both of 'em, an' here's the
drew out a piece of rock about the size of money."
a large walnut. · He tossed a fifty cent piece so ac
"I ain't askin' for much," he said in a curately that it landed flat on the bar and
whining voice. "It don't take much to skidded down to the derelict's elbow.
grubstake old Mojave. An' if I can find "If you don't mind," said the man, "I'll
the spot where this float started from, have one drink an' spend the rest for
she's worth a cold million. Like to see a somethin' to eat."
hunk o' jewelry, gents?" "You take two drinks," ordered Red.
He shuffied up to Buck and held out "I'll feed you plenty."
'the rock. The big cattleman looked Red turned and looked at Buck and
narrowly at the ore in the prospector's Faro coldlv.
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a wide, white toothed grin Red Brant "It seems like I do."
slipped outside and went up toward the "Well, quit prospectin' awhile an' dig
restaurant, whistling unmusically be into them ham an' eggs."
tween his teeth. The derelict was wait "I'm shore grateful to you, young man.
ing, and they sat down together. If I ever do find it "
"I'm shore grateful to you," said the "Jist remember where you found it,"
older man. "But I hope I ain't the cause finished Red.
of you havin' trouble with them other
men."
CHAPTER II
Red Brant laughed softly.
"Shucks, I don't need no cause to have LORNA PEARSON
a quarrel with Buck Pearson."
"Does he own the town?" ILLIAM WILLIS, stage driver
"Well, I wouldn't go that far. You extraordinary, was undeniably
see, Buck ain't as big as he thinks he is. I , drunk. But that was merely a
don't reckon he owns anythin' right here usual condition with William, who swore
in town, except that saloon an' gamblin' he had had delirium tremens so often that
house, half interest in the stage line, feed he enjoyed it. In fact, it was his one
store, hotel, an' probl'y some interest in and only relaxation a sort of vacation.
the biggest merchandise store. No, I William was tall, thin, looked like a
don't reckon he owns the post office. An' dyspeptic, but must have had a cast iron
along with that he owns almost all of this stomach. He had one eye slightly off
here valley almost." center, a crooked nose, long neck and a
They gave their order to a Chinese set expression about his wide mouth. Just
waiter, and Red ordered a double meal now William was standing against a
for the prospector. front wheel of his stage, trying to focus his
"He must have lots of money," said the eyes on the prettiest girl he had ever seen.
prospector. She had arrived on the train the night
"Yeah, I reckon he did have. He sold. before, but this was William's first sight
a big gold mine." of her rather blurred, to be sure.
"Yeah?" The prospector's eyes "Yes'm," he said cordially. "This is
sparkled with interest. "Did he find it?" the stage that goes to Gila Springs.
"Uh-huh. Called it the Lucky Cross. Right now you're standin' halfway up the
Over in Nevada, I understand. Sold it main street of Pima City, talkin' with
for a quarter of a million." Willyum Willis, E-squire, prob'ly the
"There's money in prospectin'." greatest stage driver on earth an' all
"Yeah, you look it." . places east."
"I ain't had no luck. Look at this." "I wish to go to Gila Springs," the girl
The derelict took out the piece of ore said, rather amused at William.
and handed it across to Red. "Wishin' ," said William, "never got
"That there's jewelry rock, young fel nobody no place. If it had I'd be oh,
ler. Mebbe run ten thousand to the a king probab'ly. I've allus wished to be
ton." a king."
"Yeah-a-ah? Where'd you find it?" "A laudable ambition." The girl
The man pocketed the ore, and squinted smiled.
at Red for several moments. "Whatcha say, ma'am?"
"I dunno," he replied shortly. "I said it was worth wishing for."
"You dunno, eh? Scared to tell me?" "Now ain't that true, ma'am. I mean
"No, I jist don't remember." a real crown wearin' king. But I suppose
"You're goin' to be a lot of use to your even that job has its drawbacks. Buck
self as a prospector," sighed Red. "Find Pearson wants to be a king. Fact, he
it an' forget it, eh?" does. Cattle king. Well, I reckon we
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better go. You can git up on the seat an' Git back on that grade!" he yelled at the
ride with me, if you ain't timid." team. "Gosh, I almost dropped a wheel
"Is there anything to be timid about?" off the aidge.
she asked. "I ain't married," he confided after a
"Nope. Some folks says I drive reck few moments, "an' women affect 1ne
less scare 'em stiff. But I says to 'em queer. Ord'narily I never git a wheel off
what's the difference whether you git the grade. Too good a driver for that.
smashed up inside the stage or meet your Been drivin' this road for five year an'
Maker in midair, as you might say? . . . I've only smashed up two stages. Pretty
Can you git up?" good, ehP"
The girl climbed gracefully to the high "I imagine it is."
seat, and William looked her over, "It shore is."
squint eyed. William helped himself to another
"You're all right," he said admiringly, drink and put away the bottle.
as he climbed up beside her and picked "Heart medicine," he told her. "Ben-
up the lines. "Now you jist hang on tight, gal taggar blood."
an' you'll git your wish." "Really?"
The team lurched into a gallop, and "Ab-slutely, ma'am.''
the stage rumbled out of Pima City in a "What sort of a man is Buck Pearson?"
cloud of dust. There was no chance for "Sort?"
conversation for the first few· miles, until "Is he well liked?"
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they started on the upgrade tQ.ward the William shut an eye and looked at
top of a flat mesa. Buck produced a her.
bottle and helped himself to a big drink, "You ain't from some matreemonial
with no apology. The girl watched him agency, are you, ma'am?" -
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far as any one knew Oklahoma had no feet. In three strides Red was over to
other name just "Oklahomy" an old her, and she fainted in his arms. Red
time cow waddy. He had worked for looked wildly around, wondering what to
Angus McLeod for years, having come do. He was not in the habit of holding
from Oklahoma Territory. Perhaps he young ladies in his arms, and this one, in
had reasons of his own for losing his right spite of the blood and dust on her face,
name, and no one questioned hitn. was disconcertingly pretty.
They were just turning off the main Red swore softly. He didn't want to
road when the stage came in sight over hold her, but he didn't want to put her
the mesa rim beyond, where the sharp down. He looked at the smear of blood
curves pitch down to the valley level across her cheek, gritted his teeth and
again. Red Brant stopped his horse carried her up the slope to his horse. His
sharply. one idea was to get her where there was
"Look at that blamed fool of a William water.
runnin' his team again/' he said. "Some The pinto snorted fearfully and tried to
day he'll go in the ditch an' never come get both hind feet off the grade, but Red
out." Brant swung the girl.up to the saddle,
"Drunk as usual," said Oklahoma. caught the stirrup and mounted quickly,
"Runnin' a team down there· thataway. lifting the girl in his anns. The pinto
Ort to be a law " whirled nervously, but Red swung him
"My God, he never made that last down the grade recklessly.
turn!" exclaimed Red. "He's off the They whirled off the main road and
grade!" galloped down to the ranch-house of the
They whirled their horses and raced Bar M. Suey Ong and the old der:elict
along the road, their faces anxious. known as Mojave, were on the wide porch,
Down around a brushy tum, up a sharp apparently rooted to the spot, as Red slid
slope to the next sharp tum, jerking their off the pinto and came up the steps carry
horses to a stop and dismounting quickly. ing the girl.
Dust was still rising from the side of the "Heat some water, Suey Ong," he
grade, where the heavy stage had torn off panted, and carried her into the big main
the shoulder. room, where he placed her on a blanket
It was not over fifteen feet down in the
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covered cot.
narrow canon to the overturned vehicle. The old Chinese hurried to the kitchen,
Two horses were down, tangled in the while Mojave followed Red.
brush, and their first concern was to cut "Stage went off the grade,'' said Red.
them loose. Beyond a number of cuts "Oklahomy went back to town after
and bruises, the animals did not seem help."
badly hurt; merely dazed and frightened. "Is she hurt much?"
They found William Willis on his back As if in anwer to the question the girl
near the stage, unconscious. They shifted opened her eyes. For several moments
him to a more comfortable position. she stared at Red, then tried to sit up.
"I'll pack the word back to town," "You better take it easy," advised Red.
offered Oklahoma. "You stay here." "Mojave, bring me a dipper of cold water,
Red nodded and watched Oklahoma will you?"
climb to the grade and go galloping back The cold water seemed to revive her,
toward Gila Springs. Red wanted to and a moment later Suey Ong came in
wash some of the blood from the driver's with a basin of warm water. Red bathed
face, but there was no water nearer than her face awkwardly, and was relieved to
the ranch. A low moan attracted his at discov#r that the blood was all from a
tention and he whirled quickly. little cut on her cheek.
Red blinked foolishly. There was a girl "Thank you very much," she said
behind a manzanita, trying to get to her weakly. "I I guess I wasn't hurt very
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much after all. Did the stage go off the "No, he not got woman now. Plitty
road?" soon, mebbe."
"Yes'm, it shore did." Red smiled. The girl sank back on her pillow, star
"Piled up complete." ing at the ceiling.
"The driver was he hurt?" "So he has lots of money," she said
"Drunk, wasn't he?" asked Red. softly. Then, "Do you know if his name
"He was drinking." in Harold J. Pearson?"
"I know. They ort to take him out an' "His name Buck," said the Chinese,
boot him off the range. Runnin' a stage, and went back to the kitchen.
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take it easy. I'm goin' back to the stage. "Can't hurt a drunk like him although
Was you you goin' to meet somebody in he's still unconscious. As soon as you
Gila Springs?" feel like it, I'll take you to town."
"No; not exactly. No one knows me "You are very kind," mur1nured the
there." girl. "Do you know Mr. Pearson very
"Uh-huh. You rest awhile, an' I'll be well?"
back. Mojave, you stay here with her Red looked keenly at her.
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an' if she wants anythin' you get it." "Yeah, I know him pretty well.'
''Eata buena." The old prospector "Aren't his initials H.J?"
nodded and sat down in a broken rocker "Yeah " Red nodded. "Harold J.
to fill his pipe. Pearson. Everybody calls him Buck."
''What's your name?" he asked the "My name is Pearson Lorna Pear
girl. son,'' she told him.
"Lorna Pearson," she said. Red's eyes were quizzical, but he
"LornaP That's a right pretty name. waited for her to continue.
An' Pearson ain't there a feller in Gila "I have spent quite a lot of time search
Springs named Pearson? It seems to me for Harold Johnson Pearson," she said
there is." •
slowly. "I have a girl friend who works
"I aabe him velly good," said Suey Ong for one of the big packing houses in
from the kitchen doorway. "I no like. Chicago, and she told me of an H. J. Pear
Long time he no like this place. Velly son who was a big cattleman out here."
bad." "YeahP"Red smiled lazily. "You ain't
The gj.rl turned her head and looked at a female detective, are you, ma'am?"
the Chinese. Lorna Pearson smiled back at him.
"Do you known him wellP" she asked. "Why did you ask that question?"
"Velly good. He make lo's money. "Well "Red smiled "you said you'd
Long time he like buy this lanch. No been lookin' for him a long time."
sell. I t'ink him velly clooked. Lo's "Is there any reason why a detective
money, not velly good man.'' might be looking for him?"
"He has lots of money?" "No, I don't reckon there is, ma'am.
"Oh, velly much money. He own_ Gila You say your name's Pearson?"
Spling, own mos' all valley." ''Yes, that is my name."
"Is he married?" the girl asked, after a "Mine's Brant. Folks call me Red.
moment. I've got a hazy recollection of bein'
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christened Bob or Robert. But a regular and swore it was the last time Willis
name don't stand any chance when you've would ever drive that stage. None of
got hair like mine." them seemed aware that Willis had had
"Your hair is beautiful, Mr. Brant. a lady passenger.
No I really mean that." "Load all O.K, I wonder?" queried the
"Shore " Red nodded solemnly. sheriff. "None of us thought to check it
"Beautiful like a red cow is beautiful." up."
Lorna laughed at him. "Why, I reckon it is," replied Pearson.
"You are not at all vain, Mr. Brant." "We can soon see."
"You quit callin' me mister." ''Here's the papers an' things that
"Then you quit calling me ma'am." William had in his pocket," said the
"You hadn't ort to quarrel," said Mo- deputy. "They fell out an' I picked 'em
jave seriously. up.''
Red laughed and turned toward the Buck sorted them quickly, climbed in
kitchen. over a crooked wheel and began digging
"Will you stay and eat supper with:us into the load. Finally he dropped down,
uh Lorna?" he asked. his face grave with deep concern, and ex
"I would be delighted, Red." amined the waybills again.
"Check! I'll take you to town after "Mica, you get up there an, take a
supper." look," he said to the sheriff.
Suey Ong looked curiously at Red as "Somethin' missin', Buck?"
he stopped in the micdle of the kitchen. "It shore looks like it. Here's waybills
"Velly plitty,'' he said solemnly. coverin' a shipment of currency to the
Red shoved his hands in his pockets bank an' the strong box ain't on that
and frowned thoughtfully. stage!"
"I reckon I'll massacree a chicken for "Ain't on it?"
supper, Ong." "You see if you can find it I can't."
"Too late," replied the Chinese. Oklahoma helped them, and the four
"What do you mean?" men n1ade a search, unloading most of the
"I kill two jus' while ago. Feed li'l gi'l stuff; but there was no strong box.
velly good, mcbbe-so she stay." "Do you suppose it's that we over
"Yeah!" said Red. "You do have some looked it?" asked the sheriff.
damn bright ideas, Ong but the part "It ain't that small," said Buck.
that makes 'em tick is always missin'." "I mean, it might have fallen off down
there in the brush."
"That's possible, of course."
CHAPTER III
"Well, we better go look before it gits
TEN THOUSAND DOIALA.RS MISSING!
dark," said Oklahoma.
"All right. I'll get the boys to handle
HEY dragged the smashed stage this stuff over to the stage station."
around behind the blacksmith shop Pearson started away, but turned and
in Gila Springs, and several of the looked at Oklahoma.
men carried the unconscious driver down "You an' Red Brant saw the smash-up,
to the doctor's house. Oklahoma had didn't you P" he asked.
come back to town with them, but now he "We shore did."
was ready to return to the ranch. While "Didn't you say something about leav
they had been working to get the stage in' Red there, while you came to town?"
back to the grade, Buck Pearson and his "Well?"
foreman, Tex Thorne, had appeared on "Nothin', only we didn't see anythin'
the scene, riding from Pima City. of him down there when we come� up."
Buck had been bitter in his denuncia Oklahoma shut his lips tightly for
tion of Willis, who smelled of bad whisky, several moments. Then-
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"You ain't meanin' anythin' by that re "What's your opinion, Mica?"·asked
mark, are you, Buck?" ·Buck coldly.
Buck laughed shortly. "Prod.uce evidence that Red got the
"I merely wanted to get it straight. strong box, an' I'll arrest him, Buck.
Well,I'll be baok.in a few minutes." But I'll be damned if my hide ain't
Oklahoma turned to the sheriff. worth too much to me to jist go over an'
"I hope we find that box,Mica." ask him what he done with it."
"Yea-a-ah, I shore hope we do. ·You "Well, I'm not goin' to lose ten thou
told me you left Red at the wreck, but sand dollars an' not make a yelp."
he wasn't there ...I like Red Brant." "Nobody asks you to; but you better
"I.shore hope we find that box." wait an' see if you've lost it."
"You ain't got no idea �here Red went, They rode up close to where the road
have you?" forked to the Bar M.
"I ain't seen him since, Mica an' I'm "All right," agreed Buck. "But I'm
scared that box ain't there." takin' a long chance. If we went over
"So am I. We'd have found it if it was, right now an' questioned Red, we might
Oklahomy." do some good; but after Oklahoma gets a
"Yes, sir, I'm scared we won't find it. chance to tell him "
Ten thousand dollars is a lot of money. Sock/
How much would that box weigh P" It sounded like striking a quarter of
'M' ebbe twenty pounds. You carry beef with a mallet when old Oklahoma
it on a saddlehor,n. The money itself flung himself sidewise in his saddle and
wouldn't weigh much." smashed Buck Pearson square on the jaw
Buck came back shortly, and the three with his gloved fist. Buck's hands went
o£them mounted their horses. out in a clawing fashion, the horse
"Was that money all for the bank?" lurched aside, and Buck went headlong
queried the sheriff. off the side of the road on his shoulders.
"Yeah." Buck nodded grimly. "An' Oklahoma's horse whirled nervously,
I'm the bank." but the old cowboy swung him back into
"You own that too, eh?" said Ok the road. He and the sheriff looked
lahoma. squarely at each other.
"I have for over a year. It looks like "That don't help much," said the
a losin' proposition." sheriff.
"Did Willis know you had that much "Mebbe not;but he had it comin'."
mop.ey comin' P"asked the sheriff. "Uh-huh. Well, you go on home an'
'' No. The box is locked in Pima City, I'll take care of him."
an' he couldn't tell what was in it." The sheriff got down and helped Buck
They rode back to the scene of the ac to sit up, while Oklahoma galloped on to
cident and made a search, but there was the ranch-house.
no strong box there. Buck was badly dazed, but able to get .
"The thing to do,'�' said Buck, as they back on his feet. He didn't seem to real
mounted their horses, "is to go over an' ize what had happened until he was back •
find out where Red Brant went after on his horse, when memory returned to
Oklahoma left him an' why he went him.
away." "Where'd he go?"demanded Buck.
"I dunno,"said the sheriff dubiously. "Who, Oklahomy? Oh, he went home
"Before you do anythin' like that, you -over to the Bar M."
better wait until Willis can talk sensible," They rode along in silence nearly to
advised Oklahoma. "There ain't no Gila Springs, but Buck's anger finally
cinch bet that the strong box was ever boiled over.
loaded on that stage. An' I'd hate to "No man can do that an' get away with
have you accuse Red Brant of takin' it." it!" he said bitterly. "I've stood all I'll
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ever stand from that Bar M out fit, an'Brant. He did not want to believe Red
I'll make them glad to get out of the val
had stolen that money. He would fight
ley, if it's the last thing I ever do. I'll
any man who said he did. But the money
send them dirty thieves to the penitenwas gone. Oklahoma was a loyal old
tiary, an'I'll " cowboy, staunch as an oak, but he could
"You hadn't ort to tell me that," in
not condone robbery.
terrupted Mica. The old puncher dismounted at the
"Why not? I put you where you are.steps of the ranch-house, came slowly up
Hell, do you think you'd be sheriff if it
to the doorway where Red leaned negli
wasn't for me P" gently, smoking a cigaret. From the
"Mebbe not." kitchen came the savory odors of frying
"Mebbe not! There's an election this
chicken, mingled with the scent of coffee.
Fall, an' if you want to keep your job-"
The two men looked keenly at each other.
"That's all right," Mica said slowly, " Red, did you take somethin' away
"but don't tell me everythin' you might
from that wreck?" asked Oklahoma.
do to the Bar M outfit." Red smiled softly as he nodded his
"1 don't care who knows it. I own this
head. Oklahoma started violently.
valley, an' I'll do as I damn please. "You did? 0� you clanged red headed
If
that dirty old Scotchman had lived, I'dfool!"
have run him out. Now I'm not.goin' Red inhaled slowly, a quizzical expres
to even offer Red Brant a price. I'll make
sion in his eyes.
Pima Valley so hot he'll be glad to leave.""Fool ?"
"Shore," said the sheriff thoughtfully.
"Worse'n that, Red. Buck Pearson is
"But you're goin' at it all wrong, Buck.
wild. He knows you done it, an' he shot
If you're goin' to be a king, yank down
off his face too much so I pasted him one
in the jaw an' knocked him off his h
your crown, set on the seat of your pants, · orse.
an' act like a king. You've got men to I dunno why you done it damned if I
do what y ou want done. First thing youdo 'cause they'd suspect :you shore.
You see�it belonged to Buck."
know, we'll have to offer a reward for Red
Brant." "Belonged to Buck Pearson?"
"Why offer a reward?" "Shore. Hell, he owns the Gila Springs
Bank,now.''
"For killin' you. Don't be a fool, Buck.
That kid is poison with a gun, an' you It was Red's turn to be mysti fied. He
an' your gang don't scare him. Even olddropped the cigaret and ground it under
Oklahomy is as fast with a gun as any his foot.
man you've got, an' he'll stick to Red as "You ain't gone loco, have you, Okla
homy?" he asked.
long as there's any Red. I ain't offerin'
advice to a man like you, Buck, but if it "No, I ain't an' he does own the
wasme, I'd let him alone." bank."
''This valley ain't big enough for moreRed turned his head and looked back
than one outfit." into the room.
"All I hope is that the law don't git "Lorna, will you come here, plea�e?"
dragged into no trouble." he asked. A moment later the girl
"The law can keep out of it damn stepped up beside him.
easy." Oklahoma gasped, shifted his feet and
remembered to take off his hat.
OKLAH OMA was worried as "Miss Pearson, I'd like to have you
he rode along to the Bar M meet Oklahomy," said Red slowly.
ranch-house. Notworried over Lorna held out her hand with a smile.
striking Buck Pearson al- "How do you do?"she said.
though that might be bad medicine in Oklahoma looked at her curiously. He
Pima Valley but worried about Red shook hands with her as though he were
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"I don't know/' said Lorna. scared that I piled you on to my horse
"I shore hope not," said Red seriously. an' l?rought you here. ·
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F rom the kitchen c ame the odo r of cook - rai se the devil with a love match. And
ing food, the rattle of uten sil s. Fin ally anothe r thing Buck intimated that he
M rs. De L acey, slightly red of f ace, didn't like the way you look at Red
d re ssed enti rely too well to be wo rking in a B rant."
kitchen, came to the doo rway. "That' s agood sign." She laughed.
"Whe re i sBuck ?" she a sked. "Don't do anything fooli sh, Fan. Buck
"Not coming," replied the pale faced i s wo rth h alf a million if he' s wo rth a cent .
gam ble rea sily. · Play the g ame and get you r sh are of it."
"Not coming ? Wh at' sthe ide a, Fa ro ?" The wom an nodded though tfully.
Fa ro ya wned and shifted hi spo si tion. " Ye s,th at' st rue. "
"Stage went into the ditch thi s afte r- "And anothe r thing , Buck think s Red
noon, d rive r ha s concu ssion of the brain, stole that ten thou sand. In f act, so
and the st rong box, cont aining ten thou - doe s the she riff . Bu t they c an't m ake a
sand dolla rsof Buck' smoney,i smi ssing." move until Willi s c an p rove th at he h ad
"Lovely," said the wom an sa rc astically. the st rong box on the st age. I'm af raid
"Some body coppe red the king,eh ?" Buck h asa poo r sy stem on hi s st age l n i e."
"He' s slightly up set." "Ho w in the wo rld would Red B rant
'�What a bout me ? _He re I've spent the ste al th at money ?"
whole afte rnoon in that hot kitchen,cook - " Ro bbed the wreck befo re any one el se
ing thing s Buck Pea rson neve r ate n i hi s got the re. Red and the old co wboy they
life and he run s out on me. D amn the c all Okl ahoma saw the sm ash. Red
luck !" .. st ayed the re while the old punche r c ame
M rs. De Lacey stepped ove rto a mi rro r to to wn to get help, and when they went
and looked at he rself. back Red wa s gone and so was the
" Cooked to a cinde r," she said. money box."
· " Fo rtune s of wa r, my de ar si ste r," "Even at th at they will h ave a ha rd
sighed Fa ro. "But al way s remem be r,the time p roving Red tool {it, won't they ?"
king c an do no wrong. " "Buck u su ally get s wh at he want s in
" King!" It was a deli be rate sno rt. thi sv alley ."
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"Willis died thirty minutes ago," Buck ment until Mojave saw it, surreptiously
told Faro. "I'll have to go to Pima City removed and carried it away to the bunk
and find out about that shipment of house, where he carefully put it out of
money. Here's another thing. We found sight.
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a ticket in Willis' pocket a ticket from There were plenty of .45 caliber car
Pima City to here and there's a couple tridges in the bunkhouse, and Mojave
fancy valises on the stage, with no names had loaded the gun. He probably had
on 'em. Shows that he had a passenger· no idea of stealing it from Red, but he
but 'tvhere in hell is that passenger?" couldn't resist handling it. Tonight he
"I suppose you can find out in Pima took it from inside the bed roll, carried
City," said Faro. it outside, where he humped against the
"Y eah," growled Buck. "And in the bunkhouse and fondled the gun.
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meantime whoever got that money will Less than a hundred feet away was
have a chance to plant it plenty deep." the lighted window of the house, where
"Sorry you wasn't up to the house for Lorna Pearson, Red Brant and Oklahoma
supper, Buck. Fanny had a fine feed all were talking. The starlight was bright,
ready for you." and Mojave's attention was suddenly at
"I'll shore have to apologize to her for tracted to a rider who had halted on the
that," said Buck. "I've been too upset far side of the corral. The old man
to think of eatin'. Hope she didn't feel watched him intently. The horseman
bad towards me." dismounted, crawled through the fence
"No, that's all right. I explained every and crossed the corral, where he stopped,
thing. Fanny understood how it was." apparently watching the house.
"That's fine. Well, I'm headin' for After awhile he began moving slowly
Pima City." toward the building, as though intending
"Goin' alone?" to peer through the window. Old Mojave
"No, I'm takin' Tex with me." got slowly to his feet, the gun gripped in
"Good luck. I hope you find the box his right hand. He had no idea who this
wasn't shipped." man might be. At any rate, he decided,
"Oh, it was shipped all right an' I'll the fellow's intentions were not honest or
get the feller that took it off that wrecked he would not be sneaking up to a window.
stage. So long." The man was past him now, crouched
low, moving cautiously. He was nearly
OLD MOJAVE did not stay in at the window when Mojave cut loose
the ranch-house long after sup with the gun, at the same time yelling
per. He was not interested in at the top of his lungs for Red Brant.
the conversation ; so he went The man whirled and started running
out to the bunkhouse. Since Red Brant back toward the corral, but old Mojave
had picked him up in Gila Springs, Mo was lumbering along to cut him off from
jave had eaten more food than he had in his horse. Again and again the .45
the month previous. There had been no roared, and the bullets whined off the
reason for Red's adoption of the derelict, hard ground. Both men went through the
except that he felt sorry for the old man. corral fence; the frightened horse j erked
He told Mojave to stay as long as he liked. back snappingr. off the bridle reins, and
Mojave could remember some of the went gallopilig away.
things he wanted to do, but was unable Then the man whirled and went out
to remember the things he had done. past the barn, heading for the brushy
There was one thing Mojave coveted, ·and hills while Mojave kept right on after him.
that was a six-shooter belonging to Brant. Red Brant and Oklahoma were yelling
It was an ornate thing, finely engraved from the house and trying to find out
and with a pearl handle. It had hung on what w.as going on, but Mojave was too
the wall in Red's room as a sort of orna- busy to stop and answer them.
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There was no real reason for old Mo They were searching down around the
jave to chase this man up that long slope stable, when the last two shots echoed
through the brush. But he followed, far out in the hills just where, they were
tearing his clothes on manzanita, going unable even to guess.
it blind, when an ocotillo stalk slashed him They went back to the house, where
across the face. Over the ridge he went. Lorna and Suey Ong stood on the porch.
Somewhere ahead of him sounded the ucan't find a thing," said Red. "By
echoing report of a shot, followed closely golly, that was queer."
by another. But this did not stop Mo-· "Somebody shore went hawg wild with
jave. He had an idea that this man was a gun," observed Oklahoma.
shooting at him, and he wanted to get "Wasn't there two more shots fired
close enough to take another shot himself. away off somewhere?" asked Lorna.
Suddenly he crashed through a bunch "There was," nodded Red. "Say, I
of dry brush, his feet went out into wonder where Mojave went?"
space, and he fell head-over-heels down "He ain't got no gun," said Oklahoma,
through an old washout, falling and roll who did not know about the purloined
ing clear to the bottom. He had the weapon.
feeling that some one sh<>t at him from "That's right," ' admitted Red. '4But'\
close quarters, and it seemed that he we better locate the old man."
either heard or saw running horses. There was a light in the· bunkhouse,
The old man was not . knocked uncon but Mojave was not there. They
scious, or seriously injured by his headlong searched the stable and sheds, then came
fall, but he was badly dazed, his eyes filled back to the house.
with dirt. Everything was quiet when his "Do you reckon somebody chased the
head cleared. Blood was running down old coot away?" asked Oklahoma.
over his lips frQm a cut on his cheek, and "Who would chase him?" queried Red.
he lighted a match to see in what sort of "Isn't he well, rather queer?" asked
place he had landed. As the light flared Lorna.
up he grunted softly. Almost at his feet "That's him," replied Oklahoma dryly.
was a metal box, padlocked. On it was ccQueer that describes him."
stenciled in black letters, Pima Valley "Aw, he ain't crazy," said Red. 4'He
Stage Co. jist don't remember where he put his hat,
Mojave rubbed his chin, after the thasall."
match died out, wondering what that "Nor nothin' else," growled Oklahoma.
box might be. He dimly remembered ''Ain't worth a dime to himself nor any
something about a strong box. Somebody body else. Red jist picked him up, like
had talked about it, but he couldn't re he would a stray dawg."
member what was said. "Starvin'," said Red seriously. "I fed
"Anyway," he said aloud, "I'll pack it him and he follered me home. What can
back with me. That's the best thing to I do with him? Can't turn him away.
do, 'cause I'll forgit where I found it." Gosh, you never can tell I might be like
So Mojave picked it up, hugged it to his that some day. I shore hope nobody has
bosom and went stumbling away down hurt him." .
the little arroyo in the darkness. "Oh, he'll show up for breakfast."
Those at the Bar M had no idea what Oklahoma laughed. "l\febbe he went
was happening. The first shot had drawn plumb loco an' just started shootin'."
Red Brant and Oklahoma out of the "What would he shoot with?" de
house in time to see the flash of the shots manded Red.
in the corral, but they were unable to tell ''That's right. The minute I git a
where the shooters had gone. In fact, bright idea you blow it out."
they had been unable to see whether it "Oh, I do hope no one got hurt," said
was one or a dozen men firing. Lorna.
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"Lotta crazy Arizonans shootin' in the in grin wrinkles. His cheek bonQs were
dark never hurt nobody," said Okla prominent and his chin jutted just a
homa. "Now, if that happened down in trifle.
Oklahomy " Beside him sat another cowboy. He
"They'd all git killed," &nished Red. was shorter and heavier than his com
"I'd rather live here, where they ain't panion, broac;l of shoulder and slightly
so danged accurate in the dark. All the bow legged. His features were strong, his
Oklahomans I've ever seen lived in dug face deeply graved, and his blue eyes
outs down there down underground in seemed to look out upon the world with
the dark, where they have to learn to see innocent astonishment. Doth men wore
in the dark. Take 'em out in the bright holstered guns, and their belts and hol
sunlight an' they go blind." sters showed plenty of wear. Bronzed
"Really?" asked Lorna. from days of sun and wind until they were
"Yea-a-a-ah, shore," drawled Red. as dark as an aborigines, they looked
"That ain't true, ma'am," denied granite hard.
Oklahoma. "It shore seems funny to run across
"Can't prove it by you," said Red seri you here, Jim," said Hashknife Hartley,
ously. ''You was brought up to this the tall cowboy. "Been more than fifteen
country by a sheepherder before your years since we saw you."
eyes was open." Jim Marshall, the corduroy clad one,
"Ma'am," said Oklahoma, "this here twisted the cigar in his lips and smiled.
Red Brant is the biggest liar in the world.'' ''Just about seventeen years, Hash
"That's coverin' a lot of territory." knife. But I've heard about you
Red laughed. plenty. Heard about Sleepy, too."
"I'll take back that statement/' said Sleepy Stevens, the blue eyed puncher,
Oklahoma. "I'll say I think he's the big grinned widely.
gest liar in the world, an' I'll always be "Thasso ?"
lieve he is until I find a bigger one." "Whatcha do\n' these days buyin'
"That's better," said Red. "Now, iC cows, Jim?" asked Hashknife.
we could locate Mojave I'd be satisfied.'' "No ; I ain't bought a cow for seven
"Aw, he'll come driftin' in after while. years.''
I wouldn't waste any sleep <lVer him.'' . "Somebody die and leave you money?''
asked Sleepy.
Marshall laughed and shook his head.
CHAPTER V
"No such luck. No, I'll tell you : I've
ll:ASHKNIFE AND SLEEPY RIDE OVER THE
been with the Nevada State prison all
HILL
that time. Happened to be a friend of
the governor at that time, and landed a
HREE men were seated in the little good job."
lobby of a hotel in Pima City that Hashknife looked him over quizzically.
same evening. One man was past "Then you ain't down here for your
middle age a big hulk of a man, dressed health, eh?"
in corduroys, flannel shirt, laced boots "Partly. I was gettin' almighty fat
and a Stetson hat. A huge cigar was around the waist, settin' at a desk all the
gripped between his strong teeth, as he time, so I jumped at a chance to get out
sat tilted back in a chair, his hands locked and around a few weeks. Do me a lot of
around one knee. good and I might possibly get track of a
Beside him, ·also tilted back in a chair, man we want."
was a long, lean faced cowboy, dressed "Somebody pull out on you?" asked
in range clothes. He had a large nose, Sleepy.
slightly hooked, a wide, thin lipped Marshall laughed and scratched the
mouth, and a pair of keen gray eyes nested back of his thick neck.
THE S CA R OF FATE 21
a li fe r, e ve rget sa gun; but the y do so me wonde rin '. An ' sometimes it's a g reat
ti me s. So Joe Cro ss ma de a getawa y. game, a fte r you get o ve r the re an ' fin d
He pulle d out in the mi ddle o f the a fte r o ut. You goin' to be he re long?"
noon, an ' we got hi mnext da y ju st be fo re "Pullin ' out in the mo rnin '. Reckon
noon, not o ve r SL'"t mile s fro mthe pen " . I l' l go do wn a roun d Bi sbee an ' Tomb -
Ma rshall laughe d so ftl y. stone " .
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came out o f the ho spital . That wa s "Plent y,I' m a fraid. Well, I 'll se e you
nea rl y fi fteen yea rs ago. Since then he · in the mo rnin , ' bo ys."
has been an ol d man, ha rmle ss. Can t' ''All right, Jim .''
remembe ran ythin . ' No, he ain't c raz y- Ha shkni fe ya wned and got to his f e et .
ju st absent min de d. t He seemed to be ove rsev en feet tall with
"We let him putte r a t:oun d the ya rd, hi ssomb re ro o n.
take ca re o f flowe rs an' all that . An ' one ·
mood. After watching the game a few light, an' we wasn't able to see the men ;
minutes they sauntered out and stood on but I think the one who fired the shot ran
the edge of the wooden sidewalk, discuss back through the alley. Anyway, that's
ing what to do next. Diagonally across my impression."
the street was another saloon, the lower "Goin' to be kinda hard to pile the
half of the windows curtained. deadwood on. anybody for this job," re
marked a cowboy.
THE TWO cowboys happened "I seen this feller in the next saloon
to be looking toward the front down the street a few minutes ago,"
of this saloon when suddenly offered another cowboy.
there was a flash followed by "Talkin' to anybody?" asked Hash
the unmistakable report of a heavy re knife.
volver. They heard the thud of a falling "Nope ; just lookin' around.''
body, a sharp cry, then the sound of quick "The coroner will probably want you as
footsteps on the sidewalk. a witness," said the doctor to Hashknife,
Some one flung the saloon door open, who nodded.
illuminating a space of the sidewalk. He and Sleepy went slowly back to the
Hashknife and Sleepy ran over as several hotel, where they sat down in their little
men came from the open doorway. People room. Hashknife rolled a cigaret, stretched
were coming from every direction. Some out on the bed and smoked thoughtfuJly.
one ordered some one else to get a doctor. Sleepy humped over on the edge of the
They carried the fallen man into the bed and slowly drew off his boots.
saloon and stretched him out on the "I don't think much of this country,"
floor. It was Jim Marshall, the man from said Sleepy, ''but I reckon I'll have to get
the penitentiary. The left breast of his used to it." ·
flannel shirt was soaked with blood. No "Why will youP" asked Hashknife
one questioned Hashknife's right to make · dreamily.
an examination, which was very brief. "Hell !" snorted Sleepy. "You think
"Prob'ly never knew what hit him," I don't know you?"
said Hashknife. "It couldn't have been Joe Cross,"
"Didn't I see you talkin' with him in muttered Hashknife. "Not if he's like
the hotel awhile ago ?" asked a cowboy. Jim said he was no memory or anythin'.
."You did. His name's Jim Marshall Jim's been at the pen a long time, an'
an' he's from the Nevada penitentiary. mebbe he bumped into some man he
He was an old friend of mine, an' I ain't didn't treat so good up there. Anyway,
seen him for years." he didn't give Jim a chance jist plugged
"What was he doin' down here?" asked him.''
a man curiously. "Jim Marshall don't mean much to
"He didn't say/' repli�d Hashknife; me," said Sleepy.
and added, "Except that he was takin' a "I'd like to know who killed him an'
vacation, an' was leavin' tomorrow." why.''
The doctor's examination was as brief "I know you do" wearily. "That's
as Hashknife's. your failin', Hashknife. Why did you say
"Notify the sheriff and coroner at Gila we seen that shot fired? Now we've got
Springs, " he said crisply. "This man to· wait for the(coroner to hold a meetin'."
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boy. The hills fascinated him, and he The coroner lost no time in impaneling
wanted to see what was on the other side a jury. The witnesses had little testi
of them.. From the Montana ranges he money to offer. llashknife and Sleepy
had drifted into the Southwest, where on were the only ones who knew Marshall;
the old ranch which gave him his nick the only ones who saw the flash of the
name he met, and became the friend of, shot which had killed him. The jury
Dave Stevens, known as Sleepy; a happy brought in the usual verdict, and the
go-lucky cowboy, who also wondered what coroner proceeded to get into telegraphic
might be on the other side of the hill. touch with the Nevada State prison.
Their wandering activities had made Hashknife was curious to know why the
them marked men, and death had struck deputy, instead of the sheriff, had come
at them numerous times ; struck so many to Pima City. He asked Speck Smalley
times and missed, that they had become about it, and the lanky deputy said :
confirmed fatalists. "I couldn't find the sheriff. He pulled
out last night. Didn't say where he was
CHAPTER VI goin' or nothin'. An' when this here feller
' . rides in from Pima City, all excited an'
BUCK PEARSON S DAUGHTER
full of talk, I gits me an idea that every
PECK SMALLEY, the lanky deputy body down here was bein' murdered in
sheriff, was in Pima City early the the dark. That's how come I'm here,
following morning, and viewed the rep'sentin' the law."
remains of Jim Marshall. Doctor Henry "What about that ten thousand dollars
Blevins, the coroner, came with him, and that was stolen ?"
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"Oh, yeah ! Well, I forgot to ask Buck here. Why didn't you pick out anybody
Pearson about it. It wasn't settled as to else for a father? Lotsa good old fellers
whether or not that money was on the around here an' you pick Buck Pearsoll f
stage, an' Buck came down here last If Buck did accept you as his daughter,
night to find out about it." and you stayed here, I'd never get within
Buck Pearson came along and Speck gunshot of you. Buck hates me like small
asked him about it. pox."
"It was on the stage," replied Buck. Lorna laughed.
"Well, what do you think we better "He wouldn't put me in a cage."
doP, "No ; but he'd put me in a wooden
"I'll ask the prosecutin' attorney when overcoat if he saw me with you."
I get back/' replied Buck. "It looks like "I might bring peace between you,"
a cinch bet to me.'' said Lorna.
Buck went on and in a few minutes Red looked at her, his eyes laughing.
he and Tex Thorne rode out of town, "I'm afraid not. This war of mine is
heading back to Gila Springs. The cor inherited, Lorna. You see, Old Angus
oner decided to stay in Pima City until fought Buck, because he hated him; an'
some disposal had been made of Mar then Angus gave me the Bar M because I
shall's body, but Speck wanted to go didn't like Buck."
back home ; so Hashknife and Sleepy rode "He must have loved you to give you
away with him. that ranch, Red."
"Loved me?" Red's eyes grew wistful.
OLD MOJAVE was at the Bar "I never thought of that. I dunno. No,
M that morning. He had a I don't believe it. He knew I was ob
few scratches on his face and stinate ·that I'd never sell out to Buck.
hands, but offered no explana You know, an old fighter like Angus car
tion. Red asked him who did all the ries his war plumb to his grave."
shooting, and he looked blankly at Red. "Why do you hate Buck Pearson?"
Oklahoma was disgusted. Lorna even "Why? Oh, I dunno."
tried her hand at questioning Mojave, "Don't you know the Bible says for
but without result. us to love our enemies, to do good to those
She had decided to go to Gila Springs ; who do evil against us.''
so Red hitched up the only harness horse "Shore,"· smiling. "An' it also goes
on the place to a rickety buckboard and ahead an' tells about God smitin' his
took her to town. She claimed her bag enemies, don't it? He didn't lay back
gage at the stage station, and Red went an' say, 'Go ahead an' grab everythin' in
with her to the hotel. sight, brand all your neighbor's calves,
Gila Springs was curious. They wanted an' when you've cleaned out his range, go
to know where this pretty girl came from ahead an' run all his horses over into the
and who she was. Why was she with Red next county; an' when you've finished"
Brant? The populace sauntered past on that, jist move right in, take his water
the hotel, where Red sat talking with holes.' Nossir, he didn't say that."
Lorna, much to his amusement. •
"No, I suppose He didn't."
"I shall have a talk with Bnck Pearson "Anyway, I'd rather talk about you,"
as soon as possible," said Lorna. "If he said Red seriously. "You won't jist
should happen to be my father, there are go ahead an' pull out, if Buck turns you
some things I am duty bound to give him. down?"
But unless in my own opinion he belies "Well, I wouldn't go away without say
the reputation you have given him, I ing goodby to you, Red."
shall not stay here." "I hope not. Well, I'd better let you
"Well," said Red, "you know your own go up to your room, now. I'll prob'ly be
business, Lorna. I'd like to see you stay in again this evenin' if I could see you."
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"I suppose you could, Red." with the prosecuting attorney at once,
"Well, that's great." but Faro signaled him to come on to the
saloon. Inside the place, Faro took Buck
FARO FLEMING had seen back to their private office.
Lorna with Red, and as soon "What did you want?" asked Buck.
as he left the hotel Faro went "Don't laugh when I tell you that
� over to look at the old dog- there's a mighty pretty girl over at the
eared register. There was the entry hotel, registered under the name of Lorna
Lorna Pearson, Chicago. The old pro Pearson and I believe she is here to
prietor of the hotel looked keenly at claim you as her father."
Faro after the latter's scrutiny of the Buck's eyes narrowed thoughtfully as
regiSter. he slowly sat down in a chair .
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"Know who she is? " he asked cau "My daughter, ehP" he said softly.
tiously. "Lorna Pearson from Chicago."
"Ho..f could I?" countered Faro. "Do "Yea-a-ah?'' Buck's half shut eyes
you?" were focussed on a lithograph on the op
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"I heard somethin' ," confidentially. posite wall. "Did she tell you all this,
"She was talkin' with Brant, an' I heard Faro?"
him say " the old man glanced cautiously "I haven't spoken to· her. Red Brant
around. "He said, 'If Buck did accept brought her to town in his buckboard,
you as his daughter ' I didn't hear the and they collected her baggage at the
rest." stage station. It was the two valises that
Faro smiled thinly. · were on the wrec ked stage. The hotel
"I wonder what her game is." keeper heard her talking with Red Brant,
"Buck ain't got no daughter, has heP" and Red mentioned you as her father."
"He never mentioned one."
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"Is Red Brant tryin' to pull somethin'
"Uh-huh. Mebbe she's one of them on me?"
adventuresses you hear about." "It does look queer, Buck."
Faro laughed and shook his head. "Mm-m-m, An' you say she's over at
"No, that wouldn't work unless he did the hotel now?"
have a daughter. I guess we better wait ''Yes. Did you ever have a daughter,
and see what Buck finds out from her." BuckP"
"Uh-huh. By golly, she's pretty Buck's eyes shifted to Faro.
enough." "That's a leadin' question, Faro."
"I noticed that, Ben. But how in the "Excuse me I'm sorry."
devil did Red Brant get hold of her?" "All right." Buck got to his feet. "I
"She got them ther.e valises of hers at reckon I'll go over an' see what she's got
the stage station." to say. Anybody else know about this?"
"Those valises that were on the "I haven't spoken to any one. The
wrecked stageP" hotel keeper "
"Yeah, I reckon they was." "He'll keep still, 'cause I own the hotel,
"The plot thickens." Faro smiled. now. See you later."
"The what?" Buck went straight across the street and
"The plot." into the hotel. Lorna was coming down
"I didn't hear about it." the stairs and Buck stopped short, look
"Probably not it isn't generally ing at her. She came to the bottom of
known," replied Faro dryly, and walked the flight, and he spoke to her.
out. "You are Miss Pearson?" he asked.
It was possibly two hours later when "Yes, I am Miss Pearson."
Buck and Tex rode into town and left "I'm Buck Pearson," he said.
their horses at the hitch-rack beside the She looked curiously at him and held
saloon. Buck intended to have a talk out her slim hand.
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"I am glad to meet you," she saiJ. "How did you find me?" Buck broke in.
Buck took her hand gingerly and mut "A girl friend of mine works in the
tered something. office of a packing company in Chicago,
"Suppose we sit down," she suggested. and she told me of a big cattleman out
The hotel keeper came down the stairs, here, named Harold J. Pearson."
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and Buck motioned for him to keep going. "An' you came all the way out here . to
"Didja want to talk to me about some- find if I was the one, eh?"
thin'?" asked Buck. "I had promised my mother."
"How did you know ?" "Uh-huh. An' what was her idea of
Buck smiled coldly. havin' me found?"
"A man . heard Red Brant talkin' to Lorna reached in her handbag and drew
you." •
"Oh !" Then, "You are Harold John tightened and he stared blankly
son Pearson ?" at the floor for several mo
"Yeah." ments before opening the envelop. The
"You were the husband of Me -ion letter was written shakily, but was legible :
Sherr?"
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"Are you ?" have wronged you more than I believed it pos
sible for a wife to wrong a husband, and if you
"Don't I look like my mother?"
have lived in a hell of my making what of me,
"Not so very much." the maker?
Lorna smiled at him. Insane jealousy prompted me to point you
"Queer, isn't it? Not at all what you out as the murderer of Morgan Sherr, my
might expect a father and daughter to brother. I freely admit the lie. I would have, -·
were before that night I sent you away, a fugi ing since the night before. Speck knew
tive from justice. ;_..There is nothing more to say
that Mica had ridden out of Gila Springs
except goodby.t
-MARION SHERR PEARSON
just �after dark and that was as much as
anybody knew. Speck inquired around,
Buck studied the letter for a long time until all Gila Springs became interested in
before he folded it and replaced it in the the missing sheriff.
envelop. He seemed to have forgotten During the ride from Pima City, Hash
the girl. At that moment Hashknife knife had been told the fairly complete
Hartley and Sleepy Stevens came in, history of Pima Valley. Speck Smalley
their spurs rattling across the rough floor had lived there most of his life, and he
as they went to the little desk; but Buck · was fully qualified to tell all about it.
did not look up. He had a good chance to see Red Brant,
The old hotel keeper led the two cow who seemed to be a special obsession of
boys up the stairs, complaining about his the sheriff's office, although Hashknife
rheumatism. Buck lifted his head and could not see where Red had done any
lcoked at Lorna. thing particularly wrong. He decided that
"Your mother made a lot of money, Red was disliked because Buck Pearson
eh?" he said. disliked him. Red seemed like a normal
Lorna nodded. young cowpuncher, perhaps a trifle wilder
"Yes, I suppose she did. The estate is than the rest, possibly more capable.
worth over a million, I understand." Hashknife and Sleepy were in front of
Buck drew in a deep breath. the hotel, shortly after their arrival,
"I dunno," he said heavily. "Suppose when Ab Terrill and Tony Ariza, two of
you come out to the ranch." He con the Pearson cowboys, rode into town,
sidered her for several moments. "I leadL�g the sheriff's horse. Both reins had
don't reckon you'd care much about this been snapped off short. The boys had
country. Folks out here ain't your kind/' picked the anima1 up a mile east of town.
"I believe I should easily learn to like "Somethin' has done happened to Mica
it," she replied. Miller," pronounced Speck Smalley.
"Uh-huh. Well, I'll get a buggy an' "Prob'ly walkin' home," said Terrill.
take you out. Stay a few days, anyway. "If he'd rein-break his horse or use a tie
We've got room for you." rope "
Buck got up and walked heavily out. "Horse prob'ly stepped on the reins an'
Gila Springs watched him go to the livery busted 'em."
stable, saw him drive a rig back to the "Not likely. Look at them chain links
hotel; and then they saw him drive out of -all stretched out thataway. Nossir,
town with this pretty girl beside him. that horse sagged back scared, prob,ly·
Tex Thorne, half, drunk, watched him an' busted 'em.''
from the saloon window. Tex was big "Anyway, the sheriff's missin' an' I
and brawny, handsome in a swarthy way, ain't got no idea where to look for him.
and very close to Buck Pearson. Don't even know where he went. Never
Tex watched them leave town and said a word to me."
came back to the bar, where he an 1Shaking his head disconsolately, Speck
nounced aloud, "Well, I'll be damned !" led the horse away to the stable, with
and proceeded to drink some more liquor. Hashknife following him. Later they sat
Faro Fleming subscribed to Tex's feelings. in the office and discussed Mica Miller.
His plans were to have Fanny marry As far as Hashknife could detennine,
Buck, and they were shaping nicely. But Mica Miller had no enemies. He had
thiB woman might change things . . • never had any trouble in the southern end
Speck Smalley saw Lorna, but was not of the valley.
interested. He wanted to find Mica "Him an' Old Angus never hitched very
Miller, the sheriff. Mica had been miss- good," said Speck.
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"We can pass Angus." Hashknife Wish I knowed where to look. Mica ain't
smiled. "What about Red Brant?" so damn awful big, an' there's a lot of
Speck shook his head. country to look over."
"They was frien'ly enemies. Red "How many men has Red got workin'
laughed at Mica all the time. Said Mica for him?" asked Hashknife.
wasn't much of a sheriff an' asked him "Just him an' old Oklahomy, 'less you
how much of his salary he split with Buck want to count Suey Ong, the chink cook,
Pearson.'' an' old Mojave."
"Pearson an' Miller were good friends, "Old Mojave?"
eh?" ·
"Yeah ; a damn old relic that drifted
"Oh, shore. Pearson had him elected. in here awhile ago. Prospector half
Now, there's 0 klahomy " starved. Queer old coot. Red kinda
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For a long time no one had noticed "I'll eat my hat if that flag pole ain't
the flag which flew from a crooked pole planted in front of Papa Haydn's store!"
in front of the building which crested the And instantly the tension disappeared.
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Until this moment no one had given while ago to form a lynching party, go up
thought to the identity of the owner of the and tell Papa Haydn all about it."
flag. Their anger had been leveled at a But the sun had risen high above the
nation, at an idea, not at an individual. horizon and its scorching heat seemed to
Now that consideration was forced upon beat down the first excited wave of
them, they laughed happily. patriotic enthusiasm. Besides, Papa
Papa Haydn ! Haydn's store was built on the crest of a
"I bet the old codger thinks he's run up steep rise. There seemed to be no sense in
the Union Jack," one man guffawed. toiling up there in the heat just to tell the
"I remember," Larry Barnes said re old man he'd made a mistake.
flectively, "that once Papa Haydn bought "Let it stay it'll hurt nobody," Larry
himself a new hat and decided to give his Barnes said, voicing the sentiments of
old one to a nigger. But he gave the new them all. "What's the good of hurting
one to the nigger and kept the old one Papa's feelings? Some of us'll go up
himself and never knew the difference. there after dark and run up the Jack in
Bet he's done something like that now ; place of the rag that's there now. He'll
burned the flag he meant to fly, and flew never spot the difference."
the flag he meant to burn.'' The sergeant shook his head.
"Maybe it's no mistake at all," a new "I'll go up and tell him myself after I've
comer to the dorp said timidly. "Haydn's had skoff," he said. "All this war talk's
a German name, and " made me damned hungry."
"There ain't a kid in the dorp," Larry
Barnes said, "that doesn't know in which ON THE atoep of his store
pocket Papa Haydn keeps his candy." Papa Haydn waited impa
"Just the same," the n el\-·comer said tiently.
doggedly, "Haydn's a German name." He was seated in a wicker
"What of it?" Larry Barnes demanded. rocking chair which creaked dismall}
"We're going to have a hell of a time if every time he shifted his weight. With
we've got to go round suspecting every every forward rock he blinked short sight
body with a German name. The colony's edly up at the flag ; when he went back
full of them. Most of 'em are Boers,
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ward, the stoep roof cutting off the flag
anyway. But for Papa Haydn, I'm telling from his vision, he looked over the dreary
you, this dorp wouldn't be the flourishing expanse of barren land beyond the dorp.
settlement it is today. We wanted to call At such times his imagination peopled
it Haydnburg but he wouldn't have it. the naked veld with armies of men march
" 'Well,' we said, ' give it a name, Papa.' ing to victory, and his mild blue eyes
"And he named it Williamstown. " like a frog's they looked behind the
"The German emperor's name is Wil- strong lensed glasses he wore· were
liam," the. newcomer exclaimed trium lighted by the pride of race.
phantly, then dodged quickly to avoid the Across his knees rested an antique
blow Barnes aimed at him. Sergeant carbine. A cartridge belt was buckled
Burke intervened again. about his bulging waist. A cheap white
"That's no way to behave, boys," he helmet, several sizes too small for him,
said. "You, no doubt, Mr. Barnes, will perched insecurely on his head. It
get all the fighting you want 'fore long. slanted at a rakish angle over one ear.
And you, Mr. Jackson, being a newcomer, Back and forth he rocked. Presently he
it ain't to be expected that you could whistled, tunelessly, a patriotic air in
know all about Papa Haydn. So your time to the creakings. He looked then,
suspicions are natural. Just the same," his full lips pouting through the graying
he continued, scowling thoughtfully, "that beard which framed his face, like a cherub
flag's got to come down. I suggest that suddenly grown adult.
you gentlemen, who was so eager a little He rose to his feet, shouldered his car-
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bine and marched up and down the length Beads of sweat formed on his forehead
of the stoep; his face set sternly, his stride and ran down to lose themselves in his
precisely military. beard. One by one he undid the buttons
''Left, right! Left, right ! Halt !'' Heels which fastened the thick cloth coat so
clicked together. ''About face!" closely about him. He undid his waist
He was conscious of a glow of pride at coat. His face reddened ; he puffed
his successful pivot. .. noisily. · He felt very tired. He had risen
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"Left, right .' Left, righ t . . . " hours before his usual time. His house
Up and down he marched, looking like boy had awakened him to tell him the
an ancient kewpie or benign grand news, and he had been active ever since.
father playing soldier. He halted beside his chair, removed the
Shouts, the blare of a band, floated on cartridge belt which he placed on the
the air to Papa Haydn's ears. His stern floor beside the rocker, remoyed his coat,
expression wavered ; a happy smile chased vest, collar and tie and hung them care
it completely away. He tried to hum the fully on the back of the chair. Then he
tun'=' the band was playing, halting his sat down and, taking off his helmet,
march so that he could listen better. mopped his round, bald head with the
Then it came to him that he was not handkerchief.
acting as a soldier should. His lips "Phew !" he exclaimed. "It is too hot
closed in a tight line, the smile left his and I am too old for such child's play.
face. He gripped his carbine more firmly I will stand guard sitting down. "
and resumed his. sentry-go up and down He resumed his rocking, fanning himself
the stoep, lengthening his stride occasion with his helmet, slapping his head with
ally to avoid treading on a board which the palm of his hand in the vain hope of
creaked and intruded rudely on the even discouraging the flies which his bald
tenor of his thoughts. There was a puzzled shininess had attracted. He saw his car
look now in his mild blue eyes ; despite his bine resting against the stoep rail, and
effort of concentration he could not recall half rose to get it but the effort was just
that forbidding frown to his face. too much. After all, he reasoned, it was
After awhile his pace slackened, his within easy reach. He could get it when
stride shortened and he stooped a little the occasion warranted.
as if the weight of the carbine was too He settled himself more comfortably in
much for him. He no longer attempted a his chair and draped the handkerchief
soldierly "about face" at the end of his over his head, confounding the persistent
beat, but scuffled a round flat footedly. attacks of the flies. Nor did he bother to
His gait now re$embkd that of an ancient, rearrange it when a loose end fell down,
big brown bear. completely masking his face.
At last he halted to remove his steel Presently that loose end fluttered up
rimmed glasses and wipe the lenses free and down, marking the deep breathing of
of the moisture which fogged his vision. heavy sleep. His snores were gargantuan.
He rested his carbine against the stoep After a time the handkerchief slipped
rails while he fumbled in the voluminous off its shining stand and fell to the ground.
pockets of his age-green coat. He found a Flies, buzzing exultantly, returned to the
huge handkerchief, after a protracted attack. The sun's rays pried open his
search, blew his nose violently, wiped his heavy lidded eyes.
glasses with meticulous care, then re
sumed his march. · HE STRETCHED and looked
He did not seem to be aware of the fact around, a little bewildered,
that the hand which had previously held squinting suspiciously over the
the carbine now only carried the handker top of his glasses, as men do
chief. It trailed behind him on the who suspect their sleep has been spied
ground, raising a little cloud of ·dust. upon.
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Then he grinned and was about to They wondered how the joke would end.
shout a friendly greeting to big Sergeant Generally the old lad handed out cigars
Burke and the two troopers who were tip or passed round a bottle of good whisky.
toeing along the road just in front of his Probably, today, he'd celebrate by giving
store. But, instead of calling out, he both. But first he was entitled to his
winked to himself and pretended once fun.
again to sleep. His snores vibrated "Hell, Papa !" Sergeant Burke expostu
against the tin roof of the stoep. lated. It hurt his dignity to stand there
"The good for nothings," he told him in the sun with his hands above his head.
self with a chuckle. "They think to play "We weren't going to play any game �n
a game on old Papa Haydn. But I'm too you. Honestly we weren't. Only you got
slim for them. I will wait and see what the wrong flag flying up there. We planned
their little game is. Then I will awake to change it while you were asleep."
and laugh at them. How I will laugh!" He lowered his hands as he spoke.
He watched them out of the corner of ''Put your hands up," Papa Haydn
his eye. They had halted now and were commanded.
whispering together. They were examin The sergeant laughed, but he obeyed.
ing his flag pole. He, too, was ready to give Papa Haydn
"I'll have to climb it," he heard one of his pound of flesh. Papa Haydn rose to
the trooperf: say. his feet and, his carbine still leveled at the
And then Papa Haydn remembered. three policemen, told them to come up on
He rose swiftly, grunting softly at the to the stoep. He kept them covered as
effort, and moved with elephantine cau they obeyed. His fat forefinger curled
tion to where he had left his carbine. about the trigger.
There was no mirth in his eyes ; only "My arms are tired," the sergeant said.
sternness, shaded by sorrow. "What's the game?" He let his hands
One cautious step, then another. The drop to his side.
backs of the policemen were toward him. "This is no game. Put your hands up.
Another step. Two more, and the car This is war.''
bine would be in his hands. "Of course it is, Papa," the sergeant
The loose board betrayed him. It agreed, and seated himself on the stoep
creaked like the crack of doom in his ears. rail. "I brought the volunteer roll up for
He made a frantic grab for the carbine you to sign. But first, hell " he spat
and knocked it clattering to the floor. deliberately toward the flag pole hwe've
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"Curses !" Sergeant Burke exclaimed got to pull that rag down and put up the
in a mock dramatic voice. "We are dis right one."
covered !'' "I'm satisfied with the one I've got,"
He and the two troopers turned around, Papa Haydn said slowly.
a sheepish expression on their faces. "But damn it, Papa. Don't you know
"We thought we'd be able to make the it's a German flag?"
change and you'd be none the wiser, Papa Haydn nodded.
Papa," the sergeant continued. "And the Germans and us are at war?"
And then he stared in open mouthed Papa Haydn nodded again.
amazement. "Well, then ?" the sergeant said be
Papa Haydn had retrieved his carbine wilderedly.
and now, kneeling on the stoep floor, rest "I am a German," said Papa Haydn
ing the barrel on the rail, was covering the and, at that moment, his fatness seemed
three men. to melt from him. Ile held himself erect.
"Put up your hands," he commal)_ded He thought of himself as he must h�ve
sternly. "You are my prisoners." looked when he was a student fifty years
The two troopers promptly obeyed. ago.
Papa Haydn had caught them fairly. "I am a German," he said again ; add-
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ing, his voice trembling a little, "You rudely awakened about half an hour later
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are my prisoners my enemies. by the sergeant, bellowing :
· The sergeant shook his head and winked "What do you think this is? I'm a
at the two troopers. This was a game good mind to put you on the peg for
Papa Haydn was playing. sleeping in face of the enemy !"
"And how long have you been a Ger They rose to their feet, grinning.
man and an enemy, Papa?" he asked "What's the game, Sergeant?" they
banteringly. asked.
"Always a German, but only since "No game," the sergeant snapped.
sunrise an enemy. '' "Bloody war. Come on !"
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"You a German !" Sergeant Burke He strode off at a fast gait down the
scoffed. "Don't be funny. You're as hill.
English as I am. More by the token The two troopers tip-toed to the open
that I'm Irish." door of the store. Looking in, they saw
"1. am a German," Papa Haydn in Papa Haydn seated on a sack of mealies.
�isted stubbornly. "I had almost for His arms rested on the counter, his head
gotten that was so. I have lived so long on his arms. His shoulders heaved with
away from my country. It took a thing the convulsions of the dry sobs which
like this to make me remember. It took shook his rotund frame.
war to make me remember and make my. The troopers ran swiftly after the
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no friends." There wa£ a break in his ."What's up, Paddy?" they gasped.
voice but the muzzle of his carbine did "Nothing," he answered morosely, not
not waver. checking his stride.
The sergeant looked inquiringly at the They saw then that he was carrying an
two troopers and one of them meaningly arsenal of weapons : an old fashioned
tapped his forehead. The sergeant �od carbine, a shotgun and two antiquated
ded comprehendingly. revolvers.
"It's the sun, Papa Haydn," he said, �'Where's the war, Paddy?" one asked
getting to his feet. banteringly.
"It's not the sun," Papa Haydn shouted The sergeant stopped with an explosive
hoarsely. "Put up your hands, I tell you. curse.
You are my prisoners. " "Hell!" he said. "You might as well
"Sure and what will you do with us?" know. And you can carry these lethal
the sergeant asked soothingly. "You weapons. Papa Haydn " he continued
can't make all the men in the dorp your as he distributed his load between the two
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prisoners. ., . troopers "was not playing a game with
"It has been done. It can be done,'' us. He is a German ."
Papa Haydn .said stoutly. "What ?" they excalimed incredulously.
He retreated a step as the sergeant The sergeant nodded.
advanced slowly toward him. "It's a fact. He wasn't joking. He'd
"Stand back," he ordered hoarsely. forgot all about it himself, he said, until
The sergeant ignored him. this war started . He'd forgotten, almost,
Papa Haydn tried to squeeze the trig his mother's tongue. But now hell ! I
ger of his carbine. But hate was lacking. thought he was going to blubber like a
He could not kill even an enemy. kid because he didn't have the guts call
Easily the sergeant disarmed him and it that, but I can put a better name to it
led him inside the store. to shoot us."
"Wait outside," he said sternly to the "He is crying, now, Paddy."
two troopers, who would have followed. "Ah !" The sergeant sucked fiercely at
The two troopers sat down on the the ends of his ragged mustache. "Poor
atoep and drowsed. They were both old Papa Haydn. He wanted me to ar-
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rest him, and when I wouldn't do that, he job. The bridge was about twelve miles
said I'd got to intern him. I'm not going from the dorp and a pleasant, sheltered
to do that either. Apart from my own place to loaf through the heat of the day
feelings in the..matter, I've no desire to be at the government's expense.
lynched by the women and kids." The bridge guard spent most of their
"You sure he's not pulling your leg, time prospecting, or shooting crocodiles
Sergeant?" one of the troopers asked often wandering a great distance from
thoughtfully. their charge. As Peter Langley explained:
"Wish I weren't so sure," the sergeant "What harm's going to come to the
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replied morosely. "He fished some old bridge? There ain't no Germans within
papers out of his old tin trunk and read three or four hundred miles. An' if there
'em to me. He stumbled over some of the was, an' they did blow it up, what the hell
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words like a kid just learning to read. would it matter? It ain't 1o n the road to
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He hasn't spoken or read German for anywhere but the dorp. The bridge ain't
nearly twenty years, he told me. Any of no military value. We're way out of
way, them papers told me he was speak the zone of operations.,
ing the truth." But apart from the posting of the bridge
They continued on their way down the guard and the drills, the people of Wil
dusty road to the police camp in silence. liamstown carried on, outwardly at least,
At the bottom· of the hill the three men in the normal manner. And the flag still
halted and looked back. Papa Haydn's floated in front of Papa Haydn's store.
atoep was still deserted. As they watched, The attitude of the people of Williams
an errant gust of wind whipped a cloud of town toward him puzzled Papa Haydn.
dust about them and, passing up the hill, When he insisted he was an enemy and a
billowed the flag which still hung from danger, therefore, to the security of their
the pole. lives and homes, they only smiled sym
"We forgot to pull down that flag," pathetically at him and retailed, properly
one of the troopers said reflectively.. edited for his benefit, the war news which
"Want me to go back and tend to it, came their way.
Paddy?" Papa Haydn felt it all very bewildering.
"No," the sergeant growled. "Let it That suddenly awakened . loyalty to his
stay. It'll hurt nobody. Come on ! mother country burned strongly with
"Blast that dust," he added a moment him. He tried to behave like an enemy;
later, furtively wiping his eyes. "It most he tried to hate his country's foes. But
near blinded me." these people were his friends. He had
lived with them for many years, sharing
IN THE days that followed the hardships of frontier life ; laughing
there was little outward change with them ; comforting them at times of
in the lives of the inhabitants of sorrow. He was godfather to half the
Williamstown. children in the dorp. He'd been the guest
A few of the younger, unmarried men of honor at every marriage ; a sincere
had departed on active service in Europe. mourner at every funeral. He was Papa
The police force was cut down to the Haydn to them JLII men, women and
sergeant and one trooper. children. He coultl not hate them.
The sergeant's wrath, because he was Tugged this way and that by conflicting
not allowed to go on active service, was emotions, he was in a constant state of
placated somewhat by official instruc mental conflict ; it was a conflict which
tions to form a Home Guard. He bullied aged him. It stamped out his smile
the men into showing up for drill twice a wrinkles.
week. And he posted a guard at the At times when his patriotic loyalty
bridge over the river. seemed to be transcendant, the scales
There were always volunteers for that would be suddenly turned by memories of
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old friendships and the refusal of the he muttered, and walked, head bent,
town folk to alter their regard for him. It dejectedly back to his store.
might have been kinder to him if they had He tried to find some comfort in telling
taken him at his word and sent him away, himself that at last he was being treated
under escort, to the large internment like an enemy. But it was a bitter com
camp down south. ! fort.
At times, when he forgot the war and the
barrier which had been artifically. created REACHING his store, he went
between himself and the town folk, when in, locking and bolting the door
he was happiest in the enjoyment of old behind him. For a little while
friendships, a surge ef loyalty to country he busied himself checking his
would sweep over him and he would goods there was very little merchandise
break rudely away from the gathering to left on his shelves ; an expected consign
retire to his store, there to brood upon his ment was long overdue. There were
hapless situation. rumors that it had been captured by his
As the weary days passed Papa Haydn, people. Under the counter he found a
normally the most sociable of men, box of dynamite. Fuses and caps were in
avoided his friends and rarely left his another box close by. He had almost for
store. gotten he had sucl1 dangerous stuff and
But he could not keep people from com debated the best way to dispose of it ;
ing to him. Day after day his store was hiding it, finally, at the bottom of a long
filled with customers, many of whom, he since dried up well covered by the floor
suspected, toiled up the dusty road, brav boards of the store.
ing the heat of the sun, solely in order to Th�t done he pulled down the blinds,
cheer him out of his despondency. shutting out the red rays of the setting
He tried to frown at children ; tried to sun and went into his living room.
screw his face up into forbidding grimaces. Spread out on the large deal table were
But no child was ever intimidated or maps showing the battle fronts of the war.
neglected to fumble through Papa Haydn's Colored pins showed the disposition of
coat pockets in search of sweets. Their the conflicting forces. He sat down and
search was never in vain. Their cries of tried to concentrate on the maps-but all
grateful delight would bring back, for a he saw was a grubby little boy being
fleeting moment, smiles to Papa Haydn's snatched away from him and a sticky
face. mess of sweets, melted by the sun, dis
And then one day Rosie Jacobs called carded in the dusty street.
her son he was prospecting for sweets Heavy footsteps sounded on the wood
away from Papa Haydn. Scolding volu en floor of the stoep. Voices shouted,
bly, she knock�d the candy he had in his clamoring for admission. Many of his
grubby little hand to the ground. friends had come up, wanting to make
When Papa Haydn ventured a mild amends for Rosie's cruelty.
protest, the irate woman turned on him. But he ignored their knocking ; their
"You Hun, you !" she cried. "Don't shouted explanations met with no re
you let me catch you giving my Abie any sponse. All Papa Haydn heard was a
more sweets. You baby killer!" voice saying over and over again-
And she dragged her howling offspring "Baby killer baby killer !" .
doWn the street. Tears rolled unheeded down his cheeks.
Papa Haydn gazed sadly after them He sat thus for a long time after darknes�
until a mistiness fogged his vision which entered the room, wandering in an even
no amount of lens polishing would van greater darkness of cold despair.
quish. He looked down at the candy and At last, with a heavy sigh, he rose and,
ground it slowly into the dust. � with fumbling fingers, lighted a lamp
"She thought I would poison her boy,, ,
'1o. which he placed so that its rays fell on a
36 L. PATRICK GREENE
map of the campaign which the Boer His preparations complete he ate an
Commander of the British forces in East enormous meal. By the time his appetite
Africa was waging against Von Letlow. was sated it was nearly nine o'clock, and
They were fig hting over country Papa he felt ready for bed. He carried the
Haydn had known well in his prospecting lamp into his bedroom and had half un
days, before he had helped to found Wil laced one shoe, ·.yawning and gaping, be
liamstown ; before he had settled down to fore he remembered the thing he meant to
the comparatively sedentary life of a store do.
keeper. Hastily he laced up his shoe again,
He bent low over the map, his stumpy freshene<l himself by plunging his head in
forefinger locating water holes in the a pail of water and toweling himself
desert lands ; fords over seemingly un vigorously. Then he adjusted the pack
fordable rivers and native kraals where he had made up and blew out the light.
once his name had been a word to conjure For a little time he stood motionless,
with. He nodded thoughtfully. filling the little room with the sounds of
"I can be of some use," he decided. "I his deep breathing. In the darkness Papa
know the country and I know the natives. Haydn was bidding goodby to all his
I should have gone sooner." treasures, all his tokens of friendships.
More cheerfully he turned to another A little later he stumbled blindly out
map, planning a route to follow. of the store, down the stoep steps, down
He was actually whistling when, a little the hill past the police camp, through the
while later, he busied himself getting dorp to the open veld beyond.
together provisions for a trek. He forgot Papa Haydn was marching to join his
the load of years he had to carry ; forgot own people.
that young men, strong men, had been Until the light of the false dawn whit
beaten by the trip he meant to make: He ened the eastern horizon� Papa Haydn
had done it once, he told himself, and trekked doggedly through the darkness,
he could do it again. Even the fact that fighting against the desire to sleep. His
he had no weapons failed to distract him shoulders ached from the weight of his
from his purpose. pack; his feet felt as if they would burst
"I'll be better without them," he con through their leather covering. Thorn
cluded. "I'll have enough to carry with bush scored his face and hands and tore
out burdening myself with a gun. My gaping holes in his coat and trousers.
waistline " he chuckled softly ; the The heavy mist which saturated his
sergeant sometimes called him, jestingly, clothes sent a chill to the marrow of his
"old balloon belly" "is a bit bigger than bones. He had forgotten how cold an
it was when I last made that trip . . And, African night on the open veld can be.
anyhow, there's no hostile niggers to Toward early morning a strong wind had
bother about. And no game to shoo t." blown, forcing him to bend to its fury,
He toyed with the idea of making the lashing his face with stinging grains of
trip in his Scotch cart. But he quickly driven sand. It was a cold wind, born on
decided against it. He knew that by the the snow crowned heights of Kilimanjaro.
end of the first day he would have to Papa Haydn ha:d started off at a two
continue his journey on foot, leaving the mile an hour gait. He had reckoned to
mules to their own devices in a barren, keep that pace up until daybreak he had
waterless tract of country. An� he made a time table of the trip. So many
couldn't do' that. Besides, Sergeant hours so many miles traveled. A few
Burke would be able to follow the spoor hours for sleep, then on again.
of the cart and bring him back. He had, he thought, been overcon
No he'd have to make the journey on servative; but with the wisdom of an old
foot. The mule had not been foaled that campaigner had thought it best to err
could carry his weight. that way. It never occurred to him that
a
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he would not be able to keep to his time short and nuw the heat waves distorted
table. And that he had to do if he was to everything. :6ut he apparently saw some
make the trip at all. His provisions would thing that reassured him for he clambered
only last just so long; the water holes down from the rock and set off at a slow
were far apart . . . jog trot; he was trying to make up for the
Two miles an hour a slow pace. But hours wasted in sleep.
Papa Haydn had forgotten his years, for But he soon slowed down to a shuffling
gotten his weight. The sandy soil dragged walk.
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him down ; long disused muscles could not The heat rose from the ground like
respond to the tax he put on them. Fre blasts from an open furnace. The yellow
quently tripped by some unseen obsta-cle, sun seemed to expand until it filled the
he fell heavily to the ground and he did sky; its heat beat down upon Papa Haydn.
not rise immediately but lay prostrate, He felt that he was being grilled between
panting, nauseated. two fires. The ground heaved beneath
He had been trekking nearly eight his feet. He reeled like a drunken man.
hours when he realized that he could go He fumbled at his belt for his water bottle,
on no longer ; eight hours of concentrated telling himself he would only have one
torture and t he dorp was barely eight little sip. The bottle was not there. He
miles behind him. stopped and felt in his pockets, his mo
He did not know that. . He thought tions jerky and panic governed.
that he had kept to his time table, that he Then the knowledge struck him like a
was halfway to the first water hole, a heavy blow ; he remembered that he had
quarter of his journey completed. A few left it behind at the rocks. He had left
hours sleep . . . his blankets there, too. They did not
He rolled himself in his blanket in the matter but water ! He could not go on
lee of a pile of rocks. without water.
"I wish I'd left a note for Paddy Burke," He turned slowly about. He had to go
he muttered. "He'll worry about me." back to the rocks. But he could not see
The next moment, before the false them ; and then he forgot what he had
dawn had faded, he was fast asleep. halted for and trekked on.
He talked aloud to himself for a time
IT WAS high noon when he until, thinking he had a companion, he
woke. He stared for a moment stopped to listen. He laughed. It was
about him in bewilderment. very funny. Of course he was alone ! He
Then remembrance came to was Papa Haydn but no ; Papa Haydn
him, and an angry realization that he had was that other one. He was Herr Haydn ..
considerably overslept the time he had marching across the desert to join his
planned. people. Marching to give them his
He threw the blanket from him and rose thoughts became tangled in a maze of
to his feet, groaning at the aching pains memories. Sweets ! Poisoned sweets to
which racked him. Rosie Jacobs' brat ! . .
He leaned back against a rock. Its His black coat . white dust covered it
scorching heat seared him. He swallowed felt as if it were lined with lead with
a little water from his canteen ; it was white hot lead. It cut into his armpits.
lukewarm and failed to satisfy his thirst. He took it off, folded it with meticulous
He hastily munched a few sandwiches, care and carried it over his arm. Pres
wrapped up the remainder and put them ently it slid to the ground, but he did not
in his coat pocket. pick it up. He felt that he could not
He was ready then to resume his trek stop. No matter what happened, he
but hesitated, uncertain of his bearings. could never stop. He was sure of that.
He climbed on to the top of a flat rock. He wished that he could be as sure of the
The radius of his vision was always very road he ought to take to the right or the
88 L. PATRICK GREENE
and followed on a dog�red map the for "That's good news, Papa,'' the sergeant
tunes of the gallant Von Letlow. said heartily.
Hardly a day passed that the sergeant "And," Papa Haydn said slowly, "I
was not able to recount some coup of Von haven't given you my parole."
Letlow's; some audacious raid ; some
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The sergeant swore under his breath.
Robin Hood-like stratagem. The man "But you will, Papa?"
and his force seemed ubiquitous. Again "I won't never !"
and again it seemed sure that the superior "But look here," the sergeant expostu
British forces had him in a trap, but when lated. "·What's the good of you talking
the trap closed it was only to find that like this? We can't have you sneaking off
Von . Letlow had escaped once again and like you did last time. You've got to give
word would come of him invading British me your parole."
territory miles distant from where he was "I won't," Papa Haydn said firmly.
supposed to be. The sergeant hesitated a moment. He
"He'e as cunning as a fox, as brave as a lighted a cigaret, masking the smile on his
lion, Papa," Sergeant Burke said. "But face behind his cupped hands. Then he
Jan Smuts is on his trail now. Jan is a rose to his feet and said sternly:
slim fox, too. Jan Smuts 'II get him." "Very well, Herr Haydn. You will
Papa Haydn agreed. consider yourself interned as a dangerous
"I suppose it's inevitable," he said. enemy national."
"He's put up a splendid fight against He left the room quickly, chuckling to
overwhelming odds. No matter how he himself as he thought of the smile of
finishes, there'll be no disgrace." happy content which had spread slowly
"Disgrace ! Hell, no, Papa. Jan Smuts over Papa Haydn's face.
'II decorate him." The sergeant con
tinued, answering Papa Haydn's look of THE DAYS passed. Papa
puzzled inquiry, "It's the day's titbit, Haydn, fully recovered, found
Papa. The Kaiser sent out a decoration time hanging heavily on his
for Von Letlow. Naturally it was inter hands.
cepted and forwarded to Jan Smuts. So There was nothing for him to do.
Jan writes a polite letter to Von Letlow There seemed nothing he wanted to do.
and invites him to come and get his dec- Hour after hour he sat in the rocking
oration. chair on his stoep, gazing dreamily at the
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"And Von Letlow writes a polite letter, flag or telling stories of the old pioneer
too. 'I'd be charmed,' he said, 'to accept days to the youthful day guards who were
your kind invitation were it not for the supposed to do sentry duty about the
fact that I have urgent engagements store.
elsewhere.' And the day Jan Smuts got Several times Papa Haydn tried to
that letter he got _dispatches telling him escape. But he never got far before they
that Von Letlow had blown up a few caught him, and his relief was even greater
miles of railway and a bridge or two. than that of his captors. He realized at
"And they say," the sergeant concluded, last that his days for trekking across
"that Jan Smuts keeps that decoration in barren lands were over.
his pocket until he can give it to Von "You're not playing fair with us, Papa
Letlow himself.'' Haydn," the sergeant said. "What's the
The two men were silent for a little good of trying to escape? You'll only
while. Then Papa Haydn said tenta lose yourself and die in the barren lands.
tively: 'Tisn't as if you could ever hope to find .
"I'm nearly fit again now, Paddy. I Von Letlow's crowd. They're on the
walked round the room this morning move all the time . . . No; you stay
without once feeling giddy. Tomorrow here and don't go tearing the hearts out of
I'm going to sit out on the stoep." us by going and losing yourself again."
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"I won't," Papa Haydn promised Scotch cart they disappeared into the tall
meekly. elephant grass. There were limits, they
He allowed himself more latitude after knew, beyond which it was unwise to bait
that. a white man.
Two or three times a week he'd have The Martins, when he spoke of his en
two quiet mules harnessed to a Scotch counter with the Shenzies, told him that
cart and drive out to the bridge. And if they were fugitives from the battle zone.
he took the guard presents of tobacco he "They don't intend to be impertinent,
answered the accusations of patriotic Papa Haydn," Mary Martin said.
loyalty that he was spying out the land "They're wild, of course, but there's no
and perfecting a scheme to blow up the harm in them. They're helping our
bridge. It would be absurdly easy. The natives to get in the crops. "
guards never interfered with him when he Both Mrs. Martin and her daughter
wandered aimlessly about the bridge, esti laughed at his suggestion that they come
mating the best place to put a charge of into the dorp or that he should stay to
dynamite. Why should they? He was protect them.
Papa Haydn. Besides, what would be "We can protect ourselves, Papa
the good of blowing up the bridge, any- Haydn," Mary said. "And there's no
way? . danger, really."
Several times Papa actually placed a Papa Haydn shook his head doubtfully.
charge in position; planted the charge "I shall tell Sergeant Burke all about
and attached a time fuse. But each time it,'' he said as he prepared to return to the
he had taken the charge home with him. dorp. "He'll make you listen to reason.
He could not bring himself to set it off. He's a most masterful man." He shook
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Realizing that in all probability the his finger at Mary, laughing at her
guards his old friends would be. blown blushes.
up with the bridge, how could he? But he had no opportunity to tell any
Nearly always on these excursions he one.
made a detour to an isolated homestead When he arrived at the dorp he found
and had noonday skoff there. John that the place had become an artned
Martin, the homesteader, was on active camp during his absence. The general
service, but the womenfolk his wife and and his staff, escorted by a �roop of
daughter carried on against his return. mounted infantry, had arrived. Tho
They were special favorites of Papa main army would be there tomorrow.
Haydn's. Mary, the girl, was named That much he learned from a youngster
after his wife who had died long ago. who had jumped into the Scotch cart for
On one of these visits he noticed a lot of a free ride with Papa Haydn.
strange natives about the place. Savage, He talked excitedly of the soldiers,
half starved, brutal looking Shenzies. wondering at the old man's air of gloom
They had responded sullenly to his and absent minded replies. Deciding,
questions; lying, he was sure of that. finally, that it would be more fun to join
Several carried long bladed aasegaia, and the erowd of boys who were watching
one had a rifle. He ordered the man to the troopers groom their horses, he
surrender his weapon and was answered clambered out of the cart again, and
by a string of insults. He threatened Papa Haydn felt utterly alone.
them with punishment, but he was help
less against their numbers. He was un HE HALTED his mules finally
armed and they only laughed mockingly outside his store, and stared in
at his stuttering anger. They laughed bewilderment at the armed,
even louder when he lashed at them with uniformed men who were posted
his driving whip. But when he ponder all about the place.
ously commenced to climb down from the A British flag floated from the flag pole.
ONE MAN 'S FLAG
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He climbed heavily down from the "Your flag " the general laughed
Scotch cart and, head bent, made his way softly "shall fly again after our depart
with dragging footsteps to the stoep ure. And you will, I hope," he concluded,
steps. A sentry confronted him, barring "honor myself and my staff by dining
the way with fixed bayonet. with us tonight."
"You can't go in there, old 'un," he A young aide-de-camp-the general
said. "The general's there," looked shabby beside his polished glitter
Papa Haydn f:ried to push aside the -came to the door and said curtly, with
bayonet with his hand. just the right suggestion of deferenc.P.o-
e-
"It is my home," he said. slowly and "We are ready for you now, sir."
took a step forward. The bayonet The general hesitated a moment, tug
pressed bard against his belly. ging thoughtfully at his pointed beard
"Do you want your guts ripped outP" as he looked down at Papa Haydn. Then
the soldier shouted. "On your way, now." he sighed softly and re entered the store.
He raised his voice in a sharp final warn For a long hour Papa Haydn sat in his
ing as Papa Haydn tried to evade hirn. rocker, staring straight before him, un
"What is it, sentry ?" heedful of the constant stream of mes
At the curt question the soldier wheeled sengers, deaf to their good humored
and sprang to attention. . banter and overtures of friendship.
"This man, sir," he said to the bearded, A window was suddenly thrown open,
kindly faced general who had just come letting fresh air into the room where the
out on to the stoep, "says he lives here an' general was in serious conference. The
tried to get past me, sir." hum of voicee assailed Papa Haydn like
"Ah!" The bearded man smiled grave the sting of angry hornets.
ly at Papa Haydn. "I've heard of you, He half rose, conscious of a qualm of
sir. All right, sentry, let him pass." compunction he was too big a man to be
"Very good, sir." The soldier saluted guilty of the petty crime of eavesdrop
and turned to Papa Haydn again. "On ping intending to drag his chair to the
your way, old 'un," he said stepping aside other end of the atoep. Then he remem
so that Papa Haydn could pass. He bered that the men in that room were his
added in a fierce whisper, "Lucky · for enemies and were discussing plans to
you our Jan came out when he did. defeat his people.
You'd be dead by now, else.'' Eavesdropping under such conditions
Papa Haydn seemed not to hear him ; became a patriotic virtue. He dropped
seemed to have suddenly aged. back again in his chair, yawned, stretched
The general saluted him as he mounted himself.
the steps. A few minutes later he feigned sleep.
Papa Haydn looked at him, heavy eyed. Not that he would · have deceived the
"I regret," the general said, "that until most casual observer. Papa Haydn's
tomorrow I must trouble you to extend attitude was too tense for sleep. But no
to me and my staff the hospitality of your one bothered about him. Why bother
house." about a fat old man asleep in the sun?
Papa Haydn sat down in his chair and He found it hard to follow the mumble
rocked back and forth. He tried not to of voices. Military terms explaining a
see the flag which floated from the pole. military situation meant nothing to him.
He did not consciously hear what the But this, at least, he understood :
short, stout, uniformed man was saying. The British forces had at last got Von
Something, he gathered about the af Letlow in a trap. If he tried to head
fection of the people of Williamstown for north, a British force barred his way.
him, of the important part he had played East, the same fate awaited him. West
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in the development of the dorp, of his was a waterless desert, with a Belgian
patriotic loyalty. force waiting beyond. South the main
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British force was marching to close:that "We'll pick him up in the morning,,
avenue of escape. the general assured several of the town
"If we can reach that point by sunset folk ..who were dining with him; and Papa
tomorrow," the stocky general said, Haydn was forgotten in the drinking of
"we've got him." toasts.
There had been confident laughter at
that. THE DARKNESS did not
"We can be there by noon, sir," Papa halt Papa Haydn ; he was glad
Haydn heard the young aide say. ''We're of it. It hid him from possible
making a forced night march. We'll be pursuit and, by shutting off
at the bridge by midnight. Halt there from his vision the material things, gave
till daybreak. On trek at 6 A.M. We'll him an opportunity to sort out the con
be there in time, sir." flicting emotions which assailed him.
After that the men busied themselves He sat hunched up on the driver's seat,
with discussions of details and Papa the reins hanging loosely in his hands,
Haydn relaxed. He had heard enough. trusting to the sagacity of the mules to
It remained for him to act but not too keep them to the dirt road which led
precipitately. He must clarify his plans. from the dorp to the bridge.
His departure must be craftily arranged. The bridge ! That was his goal. To
He could not afford to arouse suspicion. night he would do the thing he had so
He sat motionless for a while, his eyes often planned. He had no doubt of suc
closed, snoring loudly. cess. Even if the guards accosted him, it
His awakening 'vas realistic, apparently would be very easy to deal with them.
brought about by the volume of his They were his friends. There'd be no
snores. He glared mildly at the sentry suspicions in their minds.
who laughed at him, and rose to his feet, He knew exactly where he meant to
stretching himself. . place the charge of dynamite. The time
His mules were still harnessed to the fuses would have to be very short,
Scotch cart and he reproached himself though ; shorter than he had planned for a
for not having outspanned them. It was daytime blowing up of the bridge. Some
unlike him to be thoughtless of his ani one might see the glowing spark and if the
mals' welfare. fuse were too long Yes ; very short
"Where you goin', old 'un?" a sentry fuses.
asked idly as Papa Haydn waddled down So short that he might not escape in
the stoep steps to the cart. time. So short that he would be blown
"I've just remembered a message I for up with the bridge and the guards . • •
got to give " he mumbled uncertainly; That thought roused the old doubts
he was a poor liar "and it's urgent." once again. Not because of himself. He ·
He drove slowly down the hill. was of no importance. His own life was
"The old bloke's as mad as a coot," the such a small thing to give for his country.
sentry concluded. "Got an urgent mes Death had no terror for him. But his
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sage to give, has he? Looks more to me friends' lives was he j ustified in sacrific-
like as if he was going to a funeral. " ing them?
But for the excitement attendant upon He decided he was after a long, agoniz
the presence of the general and his staff, ing consideration.
Papa Haydn would never have managed By blowing up the bridge he would
to leave the dorp, unchallenged. Appar delay the onward march of the main
ently no one saw him and his absence was British force so that they would not be at
not discovered until the general's aide their rendezvous at the appointed time.
looked for him in order to tell him that The trap could not be sprung and Von
dinner was served. Letlow would escape once again.
By that time the sun had set. He put his own life and the lives of a
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few friends in the balance against that had stopped at the behest of some unseen
fact. They did not tilt the scale. enemy. He peered blindly about him
The mules, their eyes accustomed now then understood.
to the darkness, broke into a slow trot. They had halted at a fork in the road.
He hauled them savagely to a walk. He The left arm led on to the bridge ; the
could not hasten to destroy his friends. right to the homestead of the Martins.
Then, for a little while, he sang a song The mules only awaited his guidance.
of his childhood ; he was warmed by an He too halted, unable to make a deci
inner fire of patriotic fervor ; by a martyr's sion. He wanted to say goodby to the
exultation. Martins. He told hiinself he would only
But that soon passed ; a deep, despon stay a little while. Maybe he would not
dent gloom settled about him. go in at all, but just peer at them through
He relived, in his memory, the years the window. He would do that, he
that had passed. He thought of the thought. And leave a note telling them
things he had done, of the friends he had what he was going to do,. and why.
made. Staunch, loyal friends. He had They would understand. They were
been proud of his nickname ; it was one such dear friends.
of the first things the babies of Williams He felt in his pocket and extracted a
town had been taught to say. fat cigar. He rarely smoked but tonight
''Papa Haydn!" was an occasion. He lighted it and
And Papa Haydn was going to blow puffed meditatively. Finally he took up
up their fathers, their husbands, their the reins, ready to turn the mules along
lovers. No; truly, that was no cause for the right fork. .
exultation. But he did not waver from But he still hesitated. He knew that if
his purpose. What he had set out to do, he went to the Martins he could not de
he would do. The black doubts persisted. part without speaking to them.
He needed action to put them to flight. No ; best not to subject himself to so
"I will get ready !" he told himself. severe a trial.
He hung the reins over the back of the "When," he told himself, "a choice lies
seat and, reaching down, fumbled in the between duty and desire- there is no
box at his feet. It contained, covered by choice." And he turned the mules'
a blanket and packed in sawdust, sticks heads to the left hand fork.
of dynamite. Fuses were attached to As he did so wild yells suddenly
them and tied together. Carefully, fully echoed across the veld. They continued,
aware of the risky stuff he was handling, punctuated at intervals by rifle shots.
he separated them and reduced the There was something elemental, some
lengths of fuse. thing of the beastliness of Africa in those
It was an operation which took some yells, that distance failed to soften.
time. The concentration, his stooping They acted on Papa Haydn like a cold
posture, made him giddy. His head shower, spurring him to instant action.
ached and he rested his forehead �gainst He no longer hesitated but whipped the
the side of the cart, finding its smooth mules and guided their maddened gallop
coolness comforting. He remained like along the trail leading to the Martins.
this for some time, gazing dreamily at the He was no longer torn by conflicting
star strewn sky. emotions._ He had lived long in Africa;
he had survived three bloody rebellions.
HE AROUSED himself with a He knew what those yells meant. The
start, conscious suddenly that natives were on the war path. The
the mules had halted. He Shenzies were attacking the Martins.
broke out in a cold sweat, fear- He cursed grimly as he pictured the fate
ing that the mules had got off the road of those two gentle women at the hands
and were lost on the veld ; or that they of blood lustful natives.
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He chewed savagely on the end of his his feet, holding on to the side of the cart
cigar; its glowing tip illuminated his with his left hand, and threw the stick he
face, and the grim courage of the man held into the path of the onrushing na-
showed through his placid exterior, trans t1ves.
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forming his kindly face into that of a A second and the third quickly followed.
fighter. Almost immediately the darkness was
The Scotch cart tilted like a ship in a split by three flashes of light which paled
heavy sea. Crudely sprung, it bounced that of the burning barn ; white flashes
and jolted Papa Haydn on the seat and streaked with vivid yellows and crimson.
he was obliged to hold on with both The reports which followed deafened
hands. The yelling sounded nearer; a him ; violent gusts of wind rocked the
bright glow ahead told him that the out Scotch cart. The mules, now mad with
building had been fired. terror, swung sharply round, tipping over
He thought he could see bla�k forms the cart, pitching Papa I-laydn out on to
dancing about, silhouetted against the his head, and galloped swiftly away into
flames. the darkness.
He nodded grimly. That meant the A deep roaring, like waves dashing on
women were safe. The natives hadn't a rocky shore filled Papa Haydn's ears.
captured the homestead yet. And the He felt that he was being battered about
flames would be seen at the dorp and by among breakers. Then a giant comber
the bridge guard. But before they could seemed to pick him up and carry him over
arrive it would be too late. the rocks into the security of a peaceful
The pace of the mules slackened ; their harbor . . .
driver was no longer urging them on. •
His hands were busy with the dynamite. A RESCUE party from the
He puffed vigorously at his cigar ; it dorp, headed by the sergeant,
glowed brighter. - He applied it to a fuse found him lying where he had
attached to one of the sticks of dynamite fallen, surrounded by a number
and watched it burn steadily down. of dead and wounded natives ; the rest
A loud burst of yelling close at hand had flown in terror, all thought of loot
told him that the natives were waiting and rapine forgotten. They picked him
for him. up and carried him tenderly into the
He looked up. He saw a confused mob house and entrusted him to the care of the
of them milling about directly in his two women.
path. They waved spears and torches. But he knew nothing of this. Even
They shouted threats. when he opened his eyes there was no
The mules slowed down to a walk, gleam of understanding in them when
hesitated then stopped. The fuse was Mary Martin spoke to him, thanking
burning down close to the danger point. him. She knew the fate from which he
Papa Haydn applied the end of his cigar had saved her.
to fuses attached to other sticks. All through the night he stared blankly
There was a slamming report. Some at the ceiling ; his lips moved ceaselessly,
thing struck him a heavy blow in the but no sound came from them.
stomach, winding him. He lurched for Toward daybreak a hair consciousness
ward and almost fell from the seat. He returned to him and he talked in a dull
gasped, but that sense of breathlessness monotone. The two emotions which
continued. A sharp pain bit into his
"
At sunrise, he himself seemed to take death which hovered about Papa Haydn.
charge of the discussion, summing up the He tried to rouse himself.
points made. Finally, like a judge passing Another sharp command was followed
sentence of death, he said : by regularly spaced thuds as the men who
"I have failed. I have betrayed my had filed into the room presented arms.
country." Papa Haydn opened his eyes. Feebly
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He repeated that over and over again, he took off his glasses and tried to wipe
tears rolling down his face. Nothing they the lenses.
could do comforted him. In vain they The effort seemed too much for him.
assured him that he'd done all that a sol The glasses fell from his hands; his eyelids
dier could do ; that even if he had car fluttered to a close. He felt himself sink
ried out his purpose the advance would ing into a bottomless sea. He heard a
not have been halted for the river was at voice calling him from sonfe vast distance.
its lowest and the crossing easy. In vain "Herr Haydn," it said. "Herr Haydn."
they told him that he had played a man's He struggled back up to the surface.
part, had saved two women from a !lorri The voice sounded like a clarion call.
ble death. "Herr Haydn ! Achtungl"
He did not see them ; he did not hear His legs stiffened under the covers; his
them. He had passed sentence on him hands dropped rigidly to his sides. He
self and would not rescind it. His hands opened his eyes, but saw only the rainbow
picked aimlessly at the bed covers ; his flecked shafts of sunlight reflected from
eyes closed. But his voice continued to bayonet tips.
iterate with awful monotony : "Herr Haydn." The voice sounded
"I have failed. I have failed." very near, just beside him. He held on to
The general and his staff entered. it with his mind. It would, he felt, save
A messenger had met him as he was on him from sinking again into the blackness
his way to supervise the advance of his of that terrible sea. The voice continued
men. Hearing the story of what had in the language of his boyhood :
happened he had turned aside to pay "Herr Haydn ! At the command of his
homage to a brave man. Most Imperial Majesty, Wilhelm, Em
A medical officer examined Papa Haydn peror of Germany, I decorate you with
and shook his head in answer to the gen the Iron Cross. This is awarded you in
eral's look of inquiry. The general recognition of your unwavering loyalty to
turned to Sergeant Burke. your country and unflinching courage in
"What is he saying, Sergeant? Why the face of the enemy."
does he think he's failed?" A smile spread slowly over Papa
The sergeant explained briefly. Haydn's face as he felt gentle hands pin
"Ah ! But that's no way for a hero to ning something on to his shirt.
die ·thinking· he's failed."· His right hand was raised to a salute,
The men held a whispered consultation ; then fell across his eyes like a child
a rehearsal of things to be done and shielding his eyes from too bright a light.
things to be said. The fingers of his left hand fumbled with
- D oors opened and closed. The room the decoration, caressing the ribbon;
vibrated to the tread of artned men and tracing the outline of the cross.
echoed to shouted, guttural commands. He felt strangely light. He felt that
The clash of rifle butts on the wooden he was being wafted upward. His lips
floor, the sharp, incisive rattle of bayonets parted in a contented sigh.
being fixed, and the jingle of accoutre And then, quite suddenly, he was con
ment penetrated through the clouds of scious of nothing more.
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CHAPTER I
THE SENTENCE
B y STEPHEN A L L E N R E YNOLDS
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No stranger to Paris was he. On fleet One exception, however, was the new
ing permits wheedled from a crusty chief suit of Harris tweed promised to him late
he had investigated the Grands Boule that afternoon by the smartest English
vards from the Madeleine to Porte Saint tailor in Paris. He had gone the limit on
Denis. He knew therefore where money this item, and now, eager to doff his Sam
would go the farthest and, pending the re Browne belt and khaki and don the new
ceipt of the first pay check from the firm outfit, Storm climbed aboard a bus.
of American importers who had taken Not far from the Place St. Michel, on
him on in the dual capacity of translator the edge of the Latin Quarter, where Cor
and accountant, was resolved to go slow nelius left the bus, the Rue St. Severin
in the matter of expenditures. bore off to the left; and a few paces distant
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from the noisy Boulevard the grimy brick net," he snapped, pointing to the super
fa�ade of the Hotel Suisse loomed above a scription on the label.
narrow and cobbled thoroughfare. The He turned to seize his clothing, but
hotel, like many another in the vicinage, even as his arm was outstretched for this
boasted neither bar nor restaurant, and purpose, Moreau lurched to his feet and
was an establishment where few questions lashed out with his huge fist. The blow
were asked of those who rented its fur was a surprise. It caught Cornelius full
nished rooms. on the chest and sent him reeling back a
The concierge, an ample woman en few paces. Quickly, however, he recov
veloped in a soiled apron and an alcoholic ered himself, leaped and struck. Mo
aura, smiled a 'velcome as Cornelius reau's head rocked to the impact of the
passed, and volunteered : blow. His arms relaxed and he slumped
"There is a package at your door, mon backward to his original position on the
sieur. It just arrived." edge of the bed.
Thanking her, Cornelius climbed the But Gaston Moreau was by no means .
uncarpeted stairway and gained the end out of the fight. A rough and tumble man
of the corridor. There was no package \Vas he, adept at la savate and practised in
leaning against his door, but directly the accurate hurling of bottles. Cornelius ,
across the way through the open door of evaded the flying feet and likewise dodged
Room 10, he glimpsed a barrel shaped fel the first bottle snatched from the card
low in shirtsleeves seated on the edge of an littered table near the head of the bed.
unmade bed. His hair 'vas tousled, his But as a second bottle grazed his ear he
heavy features were unshaven and his became enraged to the point of retaliating
greedy eyes were fastened upon a gray in kind.
suit 'vhich he was holding aloft. The A thick bottomed wine bottle stood on
garments were fashioned of distinctive the window sill near at hand. He seized it
Harris tweed, and the wrappings on the and let fly with all his strength. True to
floor indicated recent arrival. aim the object sped ; it struck Moreau
Unquestionably a mistake had been squarely in the forehead. He crumpled
made. Either the fello'v had crossed the and lay still and simultaneously came a
corridor and appropriated the package, or woman's scream from the doorway.
it had been left at the wrong room. Im Now the American turned his attention
pulsively Cornelius crossed to the thresh to the concierge. She had fainted . With a
old of Room 10 and ad'dressed its occupant. wary eye on the prostrate form of Moreau,
"Pardon, monsieur, some mistake has he found water and bathed her temples.
been made. That is my suit." Her eyes opened. She blinked them
The touseled head turned on its muscu and peered across the room.
lar neck and a pair of liquor bleared eyes "Is is he -dead?"
stared insolently at the American. Moreau was breathing heavily. A
"How do I know it is your suit? It was livid semicircle on the forehead showed
left at the door of my room. What fish where the bottle had found its mark.
swim into the net of Gaston Moreau stay Cornelius slipped his hand inside the shirt
there for him to enjoy. Get out!" and felt the strong and rhythmic beating
The burly one's manner 'vas truculent. of a stout heart.
Judged by his tone Cornelius put him "Knocked out," he explained to the
down as being from southern France, woman, who now stood on her feet staring
doubtless a rough and ready man of the open mouthed at the unconscious tenant.
sea. Cornelius was in no mood for nursing
Angered, the American stepped into the the unprepossessing Moreau and, re
room and snatched up the wrappings from trieving the gray suit from the floor,
the floor. passed from the room, the concierge fol
"This particular fish is in the wrong lowing and closing the door.
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IN IDS own room the Amer- "This is the man," the woman said.
ican changed his clothing and "I saw him throw the bottle."
put aside for all time his uni A vague wonderment possessed Cor
form. No sound came from the nelius. What could possibly have hap
chamber across the hall, but later, return pened since he left Room 10?
ing from a leisurely dinner at one of "I admit having a fight in the room
the many little establishments along the across the hall," he said, "but as for killing
nearby Boul' Miche', he heard a grum anybody "
bling of voices through the closed door A cold touch at his wrist cut short the
of Room 10, and reasoned that Moreau protest. He was permitted to dress, and
had not only regained his senses, but had then led handcuffed from the room.
VJSltors.
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life and"heard the keys of morning ringing and sat back in their chairs. The judge in
in the locks of old Sante. So passed those the center now spoke.
days and nights. "In view of the element of provocation,"
There came a morning when he sat on he begal;\, "and taking into consideration
a bench at the Assizes and watched and the h<;>nprable war record of the prisoner,
listened while a hopeless fight was being it is not the intent df this court to inflict
waged for his liberty, if not his very life. the extreme penalty. Instead, and in
Judges and jury listened to the concierge punishment for a most brutal assault
attentively. She told only the truth, but which cost a human life, the prisoner is
unerringly the prosecutor touched the sentenced to a life term of penal servitude
weak spot in the line of defense. Now he at hard labor in Guiana."
asked two damnable questions. " Travaux forces a perpetuite a Guyanel"
"Do you of your own direct knowledge There was a scratching of pens on the
know the extent of the injury inflicted desks above Cornelius. There was a
upon the deceased at the time you revived shuffi.ing of feet as the room slowly emp
from your faint?" tied. And then he was led away.
The tmteierge could but answer no. For a few yards his attorney kept pace
"Do you know of any reason why a with him, uttering words, words, words.
dying man can not crawl from one position Cornelius neither heard them nor cared.
to another the position where the body For him the sun had set.
was found?" Back again at La Sante a fellow hailed
An objection from the defense relieved him from a cell across the corridor.
the concierge from answering, but the "What did you get?" he asked.
question itself had the effect desired by Dully Cornelius looked over at the
the prosecutor. From glances cast in his other, as yet untried for murder.
direction by members of the jury, Cor "What did you get?" he asked again.
nelius judged that his own straightfor "Guiana for life," Cornelius answered·
ward testimony was not wholly believed. mechanically.
He sensed that he was not believed by his "The dry guillotine !" exclaimed an in
own counsel. The theory of the prosecu visible prisoner somewhere down the line.
tor that while the concierge lay insensible "They never come back," another un
he had with murderous intent struck seen prisoner declared ; and now a debate
Moreau again and again was not far ensued as to the relative merits of the
fetched. It seemed the only logical con "wet" or "dry" guillotine, the number of
clusion. It became the conclusion of the years a convict could withstand the cli
jury ; it was the conclusion of the judges mate of the penal colony, and other
and evident in their sentence. points involving geography, ethics and
Now the attorney was making a plea political economy. _
for mercy. This defendant was a young Men stood at their doors and main
man of honorable reputation had fought tained that Guiana was in Africa, below
manfully through eighteen months of the Algeria, and that it was in South America
war had great provocation and had at the mouth of the Amazon. There were
acted in self-defense. His voice droned no women within a thousand miles each
on and on, and suddenly ceased. The convict w�s given a black woman. No
prosecutor had nothing to add. A mental smoking was _permitted each convict had
numbness came over Cornelius. a private patch of tobacco. The only rec
He saw much as a disinterested spec reation allowed was checker playing, but
tator might have seen the three judges on account of a man's hands always being
confer briefly. The presiding magistrate chained together behind him, the pieces
made a notation on a writing pad an� were moved by the nose.
passed it first to one and then to the other Misinformation was hurled into the
of his associates. They nodded in turn, corridor. Again and again the lie was
,
passed . Details absurd and horrible were dwell at the edge of a jungle, there to
volunteered, denied, until the rattle of the labor in mill or trench until death by dis
supper cart and clanging of tins changed ease or violence claims them, and their
the nature of the uproar. bodies are given to the quicklime of the
Far into the night Cornelius sat with grave. Half of the relegues fail to survive
bowed head, musing upon the 4ueer gift the third year. Very few of them escape,
which life was. although many are the attempts at it.
Morning came, and with it no visit Five to eight miles wide in the rainy
from his attorney. But he was not left season, the amber waters of the jungle
entirely without information as to his sta.ined Maroni slip by the prison hell to
immediate future. mingle witlt the sea. A log of precious
''This very forenoon," a kindly keeper wood floats by, with perhaps a priceless
told him, "you are to be taken to the orchid clinging to the crotch of a rotted
train with others and sent to the convict limb. Birds of gorgeous plumage, but
depot at St. Martin on the lie de Re, terflies in black velvet splashed with
where you will be kept a few weeks until jasper and beryl, wing their way above
the sailing of the next transport to South the nodding bamboos fencing in the con
America."
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vict graveyard.
All is beautiful. All is horrible. Vul
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stenciled across their breasts. And in herded with fellow black. Yellow men
their stead he pictured himself scrambling from Cambodia and Annam, from Ton
through the wild vanilla scented jungle, kin, Laos and Kwangchow, labored and
the voice of freedom sweeter in his ears slept beside other countrymen from Co
than the silver warbling of orioles at the chin and'.flndo-China.
fall of evening. Representing the brown race were
It was during October that he had been French subjects from Madagascar and
tried and sentenced. Early November Oceanica in the far Pacific. Other slim
found him in the flat crowned hat of shanked, brown relegues were there from
coarse straw, the wooden soled brogans, Pondicherry and Karikai settlements of
the flimsy shirt and pantaloons of the con- the Bay of Bengal. Likewise there was
viet gang assigned to the sawmill. A coat a strong contingent of saddle colored
was his, with bold numbers stenciled on Mohammedans from Algeria and Tunis,
the breast. At first he had eyed it and French Morocco.
askance. Under the broiling sun a coat White convicts predominated numeri
seemed but an added punishment. But cally, and suffered exile for the most part
with the rainy season now well under way in e:x:piation of crimes involving moral
Cornelius cherished the garment and turpitude. From France proper and her
wished at times it were thicker. many colonies thes� white rascals con-
Under the sheds of the mill itself he stituted a choice assortment of hardened
could keep dry. His work of log piking and habitual criminals. Burglars and
and piling kept him warm after the tem- highwaymen, thieves convicted time and
perature had fallen fifty points and the again, rubbed shoulders with murderers
chilly downpour fed rivulets which gouged and maquereawx: from Paris, Lyons and
the banks of the muddy and swollen Marseille. Whereas, among the non
Maroni. During the daily marches be- whites might be found convicts exiled for
tween mill and penitentiary the coat was tribal-political cause, for desertion from,
usually a welcome though sodden rag. or mutiny in, one of the native regiments,
Cold ra.ins of late afternoon fell from a the whites were mostly desperate or de
saffron sky as the miserable procession spicable characters.
wound its way through the muddy lanes To Cornelius, interested even in his
of the civilian settlement before halting hours of misery, came bits of information
at the prison gates for the customary which, pieced together, gave him a history
search. of the most notorious penal settlement of
Again, on the morning march to work, modern times. He learned that in the
when from a cloudless sky the white hot days of the French Revolution, and more
sun glared over the steaming jungle, particularly after 1851, Guiana had been
clothing of any description was a curse used by France for penal purposes. For
and a burden. , a brief period New Caledonia in the South
Pacific was used for white convicts,
THE BLACK convicts from Guiana being reserved for non-white co
Senegal withstood the heat lonials. Then the policy was altered, and
best and were perhaps the most again Guiana was used for all colors and
contented of the wretches im creeds. And so it was in this year of Our
prisoned in St. Laurent. Other blacks Lord.
were there from Dahomey, Guinea and To Cornelius, the locked in hours were
the Ivory Coast, from Cameroon, Somali the worst feature of prison life. Despite
land and the French Congo. Insofar as the grueling nature of the daily toil, the
possible, racial segregation was observed. awful heat of noonday, the gruffness of the
Thus, there was a black wing, a brown guards, he welcomed the departure from
wing, and separate wings for yellow and the dormitory where he had been quar
white. In the work gangs black was tered since the day of his arrival.
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In that sour smelling chamber were related to the newcomers his story of the
twenty-four plank beds a dozen on each origin of the pouch.
side of the room. A narrow shelf at � �'lt is of finest leather," he had said,
head of each bed held a blanket of sorts, a holding the pouch aloft in the light of the
rag of a towel, and perhaps a sliver of wire guarded incandescent bulb near his
soap. The flimsy coats, rolled around the bed. "It is as yellow as ivory from Siam,
shoes, served as pillows. There were no and as soft as a woman's bosom • I • •
was iron fisted chairman of this disfigured So, nightly, the bars of the dor1nitory
band and undisputed in authority. were bended, the jungle pushed back, and
A tanner and leather worker by trade, each wretch flew in fancy over an ocean
Jules had found his way into the Foreign of, Beaujolais to feast with fair maidens
Legion and eventually to St. Laurent on and shout songs of freedom. And, curi
the banks of the Maroni. A set of tattoo ously enough, no matter how despicable
ing needles and a tobacco pouch of softest or debased, how ungrateful or cruel in the
leather were souvenirs of an adventurous past, how unpromising in the future,
past and used almost nightly. nearly every creature in the dormitory
Never would Cornelius forget his second had some one who still cared, some one
night in the dormitory when The Peach who wished that he were free.
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As Emile, the hairdresser, had his mani diver in the blue suit, when it became
curist, so had most of them a mother, a apparent that something had gone wrong.
sweetheart, a chum or a devoted sister. Heretofore the somersaulting and jack
Although he might have robbed that knifing ]).ad been cleanly performed, but
mother and disappointed her a score of follow�� a cracking sound as of a loosened
times, although he might have betrayed or broken bolt, the diver had fallen awk
chum, beaten sister or driven sweetheart wardly and had struck the water's surface
to the streets, some one of them still with a resounding splash.
fanned the spark of hope which burned "Stunned," Cornelius breathed to him
eternally, if fitfully, in nearly every breast self as for an instant a bit of blue flecked
in the prison chamber. the amber surface of the Maroni, and
As for Cornelius, he had no one. Or then sank from sight.
phan as he was, the best years of his life Again, still nearer, the blue figure be
having been given to war and its after came visible, and vanished for the second
math, he was peculiarly alone as far as time. The guard had seen what promised
friends and relations were concerned. to become a tragedy, and now bellowed
Yet, shorn as he was of the dignities and orders at his nude charges.
comforts of life, faith and hope remained "Go for him!" he called to those stand
to him. He could wait through the ing farthest out.
months. He must be brave. Cornelius both heard and understood.
With no fear of a bullet overtaking him,
he took a few steps toward midstream,
CIDAPTER IV
and then with powerful strokes headed for
A FRIEND IS WON
a point where he thought the drowning
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out before him. The head on one side, IT WAS evening of the next
rested on the left wrist. Now Cornelius day when Cornelius stood at
knelt astride the legs of the unconscious the sink near the barred door of
man and pressed rhythmically on the lat the dormitory, washing his sup
ter's lower ribs. The guard was compla- . per pan, when he heard the soft calling of
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cent. He saw that the American prisoner his number. He dre'v near the door and
knew his business, and stood now above found a runner trusty peering through at
his open mouthed charges watching the him. It was the man he had saved from
patient flexing of the diver's ribs and drowning.
other movements long since approved At the far end of the dormitory, mem
and adopted by experts in the art of re- bers of the Deformed Club were busy with
SUSCitatiOn. their nightly story telling. Other unfor
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A thousand times Cornelius pressed and tunates lay stretched on their planks,
lifted in accordance with the "prone pres each occupied with his own reflections,
sure" method he had been taught. He miserable or otherwise. None of them
neither knew nor cared about the identity paid the slightest attention to Cornelius
of the blue clad fellow beneath him. On as he stood at the door.
and on he labored, and in the end was Often during his weeks of confinement
rewarded with the sound of strangled the American had noticed the dapper little
breath fighting its way in and out of the runner who now stood confronting him.
clogged lungs. He knew that this fellow was called Max,
Soon the apparently stilled heart re and now he wondered what shape the
sumed its beating, and as the moment privileged character's gratitude would as
came to roll the sufferer on his back, and sume. The light burning over the sink
wipe his mouth, Cornelius viewed with shone full upon the face of the trusty,
satisfaction the approach of another disclosing features delicately molded, al
guard, a flask in his hand. though disfigured by a scar ben�th one
A spoonful of brandy trickled down the cheek-bone. Other characteristics were a
throat of the diver. He sputtered. His small mustache waxed at both ends, and
brown eyes opened. A scarred cheek brown eyes which beamed with pleasure
twitched. And Cornelius recognized in and gratitude. A hand slipped through
him a runner trusty who enjoyed privi the bars.
leges accorded to no other prisoner at St. "My friend!" Max breathed.
Laurent. "Softly," Cornelius cautioned as the
Still otlier guards and a civilian or two pressure on his swollen and bruised hand
came up now and the saw mill gang was became painful.
ordered to dress and return to its labors. "I understand," Max said. ''It is
From a distance Cornelius saw the fellow those damned poisonous splinters. I
he had rescued assisted away, and then, have a plan for you. It may take time to
pike in hand, he resumed the work inter work out. I will tell you more about it to
rupfed by the permission to bathe. morrow. I will hurry away now and
He was tired. The strenuous overhand write a letter which may bring results.
crawl, the long fifteen minutes of muscu Au revoir!"
lar effort expended during the first aid Another handclasp, retreating foot
work, had all but exhausted him. From steps down the corridor, and Max was
time to time he rested on his pike,. a wary gone.
eye on the guard, while wondering what Next day, pike in hand, Cornelius
manner of man he had pulled from the rested for a few minutes while watching
river. Twice the guard noted the idle the saw tear through a giant log of purple
American prisoner, but gave no heed to heart. He· would have seated himself on
the infraction of the rules. Had he not, a pile of timber nearby, or flung himself at
indeed, earned a little rest? length on the muddy and sloping bank,
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but convicts were forbidden so to rest. Again log struck saw, and the shed
It was enough, their work well in hand, rang to the hellish music. Still the guard
that in groups numbering not more than lingered. When it became possible, Cor
three, they were permitted to lean on their nelius ventured a question.
tools and converse in low tones. "Might I ask about the secret of his
The guard in charge of the saw mill, privileges? How he can go and come as he
lolling at ease in a cane chair while en pleases ?"
joying a periodical brought in by the The features of the guard relaxed in a
monthly steamer, nodded familiarly to a quizzical grin.
prisoner who entered the shed and saluted "Max is a dressmaker. At one time he
him before crossing to Cornelius. It was was a leading couturier of Paris. He did
Max, immaculate as to linen, and clad in for a pretty mannequin barely escaped
a well fitting prison uniform obviously having his head fall into the basket. The
tailored to his measure. Canvas shoes, other woman in the case, so as to be near
freshly pipe clayed, were on his feet; a him, followed him to Guiana and runs a
Panama hat of fine quality was set at a cafe in Cayenne. Now he's the pet of the
jaunty angle on his head. As he drew director's wife. Designs all her gowns.
near Cornelius noted that his trousers Makes creations for madame the lady of
were actually pressed. the governor-general down at Cayenne."
"I have written my letter/' the privi Once again the saw tore into the pre
leged one said softly as he halted before cious wood. What might have been
Cornelius and fingered an end of his small sounds of a not unfriendly parting salu
mustache. "We shall see what we shall tation issued from the guard's lips.
see," he continued, smiling knowingly. Stroking a grizzled mustache, giving his
"Silence is the watchword. Trust no one. charges an all-embracing glance, he
Very shortly I hope to see you at a better moved ,slowly toward his comfortable
job." chair.
The runner turned and sauntered off In the dormitory that evening, his
unattended in the direction of the town. soup and rice swallowed, his cup and pan
Idly the guard watched; then he yawned polished, Comeliqs divided his time be
and laid aside his paper. Slowly he arose tween musing on this newly found friend
and approached Cornelius. _
and the doings of the club members at the
"You should have known Max in far end of the chamber. Jules the Peach
Paris," he said. sat busily plying his needle, while others
Cornelius made no comment. Words of the tattooed and deformed cercls
would have been useless, for the huge saw squatted around and passed coarse jokes.
nearby had now bitten into the butt of a On this particular evening a burgla1
mahogany log. With the falling of the from Lyons was having the finishing
slab and the upward thrust of the mighty touches put to certain letters pritked
steel dog as it flopped the log over for along the skin over his collarbone. Now
another cut, the snarling scream of the Cornelius knew why this fellow had beeQ
.saw stopped and conversation became dubbed Necklace, for a line of purple dots
once more possible. had been tattooed around his neck and
Never before had the guard addressed throat. Hidden by day by the neckband
him conversationally. Now, to the as of the prison shirt, the necklace was now
tonishment of Cornelius, he became al visible. And below it, in bold letters of
most chatty. Gothic, one could read the sinister in
"Our most remarkable prisoner," he structions : Cut on the dotted line/
volunteered. "Shaves every day and "They will, no doubt, cut on that dot
massages too. Never locked up. Num ted line," Cornelius mused as he paced up
bers emlwoidered, if you please, on a tailor and down the dormitory, for it was well
made uniform."
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known among the prisoners that Necklace
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was tired of life and had sworn to kill a regular gang at the mill and were laboring
certain night guard when opportunity with peavy and pole, floating, rolling and
offered. ·
parbuckling the logs handy for the saw
"Where I go, my girl goes," chanted a yers.
crack brained relegue who once had spe Cornelius, for the time being a petty
cialized in thieving from railroad trains. boss, was with a dozen Senegalese deep in
On his semi-bald head he had induced the a tangle of purple heart and mahogany,
Peach to tattoo the outlines of a female when he looked up as his number was
form. Perhaps a half-hundred times daily called. Standing beside the guard, a silk
he chanted his song and pointed to the umbrella shielding him from the morning
"girl who would never deceive him". downpour, Cornelius recognized Max.
Again, for days at a time, he would sit The guard beckoned. Waist deep in
or move about in brooding silence. water and yellow slime, Cornelius left
"Where I go my girl goes," sang the his post and climbed the bank.
halfwit loudly. "You will go with Max to your dormi
But the joke was old. tory," the guard ordered. "Clean your.
"That girl will never earn a dollar for self and report as sooiL as possible to
you," was the only comment drawn this monsieur le directeur.''
from a maquereau whose greasy locks It was a strange order. The two set
were combed to hide the places where forth and slopped on their way through
ears once had been. the village : Max with pleasant thoughts
Gruesome sights and sounds mingled all his own, Cornelius buoyed with hope.
with pleasant thoughts on what the fu Max was the first to break the silence.
ture might hold for him alternately dis Edging a bit of his umbrella over his
gusted and cheered Cornelius as he passed dripping companion, he proceeded to
the time, and wa1ted for the nightly dim congratulate him.
ming of the lights. Over and over again "My letter has worked," he said, "for
the song of the thief rang out above the you've fallen into a fat place. Good food,
coarse chatter like the leit-motif of an tender filets and a sop of wine, all the
opera conceived in shame and born in caporal tobacco you can roll and smoke.,
hell. "It's a change for the better," Cornelius
answered, devoured with curiosity as to
ER V where he was to be berthed and how the
transfer had been accomplished .
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Cornelius splashed on, making no com ment, learned in bearing and appearance.
ment. He felt that Max would tell him Speculatively he eyed Cornelius through
more. Nor was he disappointed. the unpolished lenses of his pince-nez and
"Tabac-Pot dishes out the pills and roused himself from his inertia sufficiently
takes the temperatures of the morning to hitch himself an inch or two nearer his
sick liners," Max continued. "He's a desk.
drunkard. A liter of vin rauge a day isn't "This is No. 48,987," Max reported,
enough for him. He has to drink up the and then stood idly by, fingering a point
alcohol from the specimens. Yesterday of his mustache.
the doctor found him helping himself to The director pawed among the papers
his personal brandy. You're to take his on his desk. Presently he found a per
place. It's on record that you were an sonal communication from the governor
American officer familiar with bandaging general at Cayenne. For the third time
and first aid work. You'll get along fine he read that it would be agreeable to that
with Milius. You'll live outside the gates official if light and congenial work could
and be practically a free man. Eventu be found for the American prisoner Cor
ally I hope to be able to help you to real nelius Storm, and that it was the wish of
freedom." his Excellency that such a berth be found
They reached the gates and entered. and reported upon.
They traversed the prison yard and passed "You have a good friend in Cayenne,"
unchallenged through the guard room, the director commented, looking up.
Max's presence seeming to be a guarantee "I have," Cornelius answered boldly as
that alf was regular. The smile of the it flashed upon him that Max designed
ex-couturier, the mere lifting of his gowns for the wife of his Excellency.
finger, acted as. an open sesame to which "Bien!" Monaieur le directeu'f grunted
bars were drawn and steel gates flung approval. He discovered a toothpick and
open. used it while thinking up suitable speech
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Gaining the donnitory, Cornelius bent with which to accompany the bestowal of
over the sink and rinsed the mud from the plum.
his person as best he could. Next he "Had I my own way," he said at
<!onned a dry shirt and an extra pair of length, "there would be cuisine soignee
trousers which would long since have and easy work for every lifer. But the
been stolen from him but for the fact that lifers are many and the easy places few.
they were worn and patched and bore his You are favored above many. Go you
stenciled number. Through his hair and with Max to the medecin-ckef, Milius.
beard he ran a comb, and turned to face Work faithfully for him, letting his cognac
Max. and anisette severely alone. You will re.
"It is the best I can do in the way of a place Jean Tabac-Pot, thief and drunk
toilet," he said. ard, now reduced from clerk to gardener
The dapper Max inspected, shrugged in the house of Milius."
his shoulders at the wooden soled brogans Cornelius uttered a word of thanks.
which still oozed river water, and led the With Max he turned to leave, when he
way back out through the corridor and was recalled. Evidently the director had
guard room and to the office of monsieur just noticed the moist tracks left on his
le directeur of the penitentiary. floor, or had glim.psed the patched trou
Abundant and glossy of beard was the sers.
head of the penal establishment of St. ''We can't have you working around an
Laurent du Maroni. He might have officer in those rags," he said, scribbling
passed for an avocat of standing in some meanwhile on a memorandum pad. "Take
provincial town of France, perhaps for one this with you to the storekeeper. Get
of the professors at the Sorbonne, for he something that will fit. You, Max, see
was mild of manner, ponderous in move- that he has a hot bath and a haircut."
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"Oui, mon Directeur, " Max responded. hibiscus greeted the eye at every turn.
Then, order slip in hand, he once more Mammoth vines of bougainvillea here
led the way. overflowed low walls of brick, now and
then to climb and empurple a stately
WARM water drove the chill palm, here and there to fling a gorgeous
from his frame, eased the aches mantle over parapet of masonry or hum
and pains engendered of river ble roof of tin.
soaking, and as Cornelius dried It were paradise, indeed, but for the
himself and slipped into a decent uniform wattled vultures now in evidence Qn
a bit of the old spirit came to him. Laved every hand. In little squads, safe from
and barbered, a comfortable pair of shoes the traffic on the busier boulevard, they
replacing the wooden soled brogans, he flapped their rusty black wings and scut
left the prison, and was guided by Max to tled from beneath the feet of the two
the bachelor establishment of Surgeon prisoners. Perched along the walls, com
Milius. panies of the sea venger bird roosted in
It had stopped raining. As the two ominous lines. Battalions of them wheeled
passed through the iron gates and picked and maneuvered in the overhead sky, now
their way along the muddy apology for a of deepest azure.
street, the noonday drums sounded be Almost at the end of the street, and
hind them. Answering whistles shrilled within a st9ne's toss of the encroaching
here and there as guards in yard and shop jungle, Max halted and pointed with his
outside the prison walls mustered their furled umbrella.
charges preparatory to the issuing of "There is your future hotel," he said
bread and soup. Soon a cO'I'f}ee of convicts with an accompanying smile. "There
splashed by, its miserable units forced to you'll find a most considerate master and
march in close order, thus unable to escape a black Martiniquaise cook. She makes
the deeper pools of yellow mud. a divine baba au rhum and a fair bear
Curiously Cornelius stared about him naiae."
as they gained the main street of the town. Looking in the direction indicated,
He saw the church whose bell had for Cornelius saw a wall enclosed garden,
months been tolling in his ears the call to beyond which was a brick villa all but
morning masses and evening vespers, drowned in an ocean of bougainvillea.
counting off the bitter hours of the day. There was a bit of lawn which gave evi
He saw the blue and white Palais de Jus dence of careful trimming and weeding,
tice over which floated the Tricolor of and even as Cornelius and his guide
France. He noted dingy shops attended opened the gate and passed up the flower
by Chinese and Portuguese merchants in bordered walk, they saw the prisoner
a small way. Cheaply and scantily gardener hard at work on bended knees.
dressed women, black, white and yellow, "Jean Tabac-Pot," Max breathed as
lured forth by the reappearance of the they passed the fellow and were favored
sun, now trod the drier stretches of the with an evil stare.
ambitiously named Boulevard de Ia Re In a low tone the speaker continued :
publique. Another corvee of prisoners "If it weren't for the fact that he's
marched by, a team of oxen crept along an expert trapper of butterflies, Medecin
after it, the rumbling of the dray behind Chef Milius would have had him put at
it all but drowning the scufHing and work in the coffin shop long ago. For be
clattering of brogans. it known that for our good surgeon, the
It was quieter in the Rue Voltaire, for world holds but two things : butterflies of
here, along a thoroughfare bordered by one kind, and butterflies of another."
coconut palms were situated the villas of Now they were at the veranda of the
the higher officials. An exotic fragrance villa, where instead of enjoying a siesta
filled the rain cooled air. The scarlet of on one of the swinging couches visible,!a
60 STEPHEN AJJLEN REYNOLDS
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sparely built man sat stooped overl a butterflies, stepped softly away and to
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Victims of the dry guillotine of France, toward the gates. No sooner was the
no ceremony accompanied the final dis gaunt white figure beyond earshot than
posal of their wasted and fever ridden Cornelius turned eagerly to Max.
bodies. No stone marked their resting "You have news for me?" he asked.
places. The scrape of shovel, the thud of Max nodded.
pi�k, was their dirge; the rustling fronds ''How is the cooking over in the Rue
of bamboo and palm their requiem. Voltaire?" he inquired, as he glanced
Cornelius, now thoroughly familiar cautiously around to make certain that no
with his duties, was with Surgeon Milius one was within earshot.
attending sick line one morning, when "Excellent," Cornelius rejoined.
Max drew near and awaited an oppor "Your time draws near," Max pro
tunity for a private word with him. Cor ceeded. "It will not be long now before
nelius noted the presence of the dapper a certain fruit steamer is due at Cayenne.
ex-couturier, and impatiently watched A few among us know the captain very
the dwindling line and marked off the well. He has helped more than one
result of the rapid fire diagnosis. wretch to escape from this hell hole, and
A tottering Cambodian, y�llow as he will help you. The steamer touches at
saffron and with a high temperature, was Colon and Havana, and then proceeds
slated for hospital. A giant Senegalese, directly to New York. This captain is
as black as the heart of an ebony log, dis Link No. 4 of our underground chain of
played a maturing carbuncle and was communication. You will meet the other
rewarded with l�ht duty until the pres links very shortly. I heard only yester
sure on hospital facilities lessened. day from Link No. 8 at Cayenne. She
"What have we here?" the surgeon will be ready and waiting for you, and will
muttered as one of the men in line cried hide you until the sailing of the steamer.
out sharply and fell to the ground, where Patience, mon ami, and all "'ill be well.,
he lay frothing at the mouth and writh- As Max would have turned away, Cor
tng. nelius detained him .
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Calmly Milius surveyed the fellow. "I can't for the life of me see why you
Coolly he stooped over and dabbed at the should do so much for me," he said. "Of
froth with a bit of cotton. He sniffed at course I want to be free, and I'll take ad
this and then smiled. vantage of any opportunity of escape.
"Mark this man full duty," he directed Aren't you taking chances on your own
Cornelius, "together with punishment account? Don't you think you've done
for malingering." enough for me already?"
Cornelius made the entry and watched "No," Max answered. "I have heard
with some amusement the miraculous your story. I believe you. You are not
recovery of the "apoplectic" who yearned the man to commit the crime of which you
for hospital fare and comforts. are convicted. And even if you were
"Always these fit simulators use the guilty, it would not matter. As for my
soap, " Milius commented as he probed a own poor self, and as for your saving me
swollen forearm of the next man for a from the river, I don't mind saying that it
poisonous splinter. He found it and might have been just as well for me and
dipped his forceps in the pink solution at the world at large if you had not inter
his elbow. "Why they usually select a fered. But you did. You will be re
perfumed soap is beyond me," he com payed generously, I hope, and very
mented further. soon. Do not worry about me and my
At length the end of the line was connection with your forthcoming libera
reached and the last case disposed of. tion. I can take care of myself."
The medecin-chef now stepped from the A cryptic smile, an airy wave of his
shadow of the penitentiary wall. A green hand, Max turned on the heel of his
sun umbrella over his head, he made off neatly pipe clayed shoe.
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All that white hot day and far into the Liberty loomed high above the dipping
sweltering night Cornelius listened to the and rising prow.
music within him music audible to him A quavering call broke into the review
alone. "Freedom is coming !" was the ing of his dream, and Cornelius sought
motif of the melody. "Freedom is com the kitchen for his morning coffee, poured
ing !" he sang loudly though no man by the black hands of the Martiniquaise
heard. Radiant of face, the happiest man cook. Jean Tabac-Pot was just ahead of
in the three Guianas, he went about his him, and had broken off for himself the
duties. bigger part of the morning ring of brioche.
Jean Tabac-Pot noted early the ec Yet, to Cornelius, never before had break
static expression on his hut mate's face. fast tasted sweeter.
At first he was puzzled by it, then pleased, A steamship was due at Cayenne! And
as he reasoned : soon he would be free. What mattered a
"This new fellow is helping himself to paltry bit of brioche filched by a fellow
the morphine of Miliu�. He can not relegue? What mattered the filth of the
last.'' morning sick line? The 108° of Fahren
Next morning, standing near his hut heit marked by the silvery thread of mer-
at the very edge of the jungle, Cornelius cury on the Milius veranda? �
of the al unch.
L ast of all came Link N o. 1, in the pe r sc rip ti on, he tucked ca refull y awa y, and
son of Ma x the ex-couturier, per mitted then set fo rth . A pleasu ra ble e rrand was
ful l libe rty in St . La uren t, b utdenied the now his. He was to cal l upon Link N o. 8
pl easur es of Cayenne save on specia l at her caf O-caba ret.
command of mada me the wife of the gov - A t the rear of this caf e, the Co q d 'Or,
ern or-general. •
one scraggly pal mtouched with shade the
C onspic uo us in his hand Ma x bo re a s un scorched flagston es of a walled patio .
bulky mani la en vel op , which he handed An i ron gate a fforded entrance f rom the
carefu lly yet openly to Hanniba l. ho tco bbl es of the Rue Gl orie ux, and here
: "Match th ese sa mples and fe tch the Hanni ba l ente red. He app roached the
cloth back with yo u," the latter was di sc reen door of the kitchen and knocked
rected. softly. A native gi rl, da rk of eye, lus
Hann iba l thr us t the enve lop into a tro us of hai r, r esp onded and g rinned
capaci ous pocke t of his c otton breech es widely at hisp resence .
and tu rned stolidly for his signa l The "Cimi enne " , breathed Hanniba l in
guard ga veit . In the tiny engine roomof soft Gali bis , "tell the lady of the s un
the craft a gong c langed and the la unch kissed hair tha t al l is read y, and tha t I
quivered to the thrust of pr opeller agains t bear a message f ro m St . La urent."
a mber wa ters . "Ente r, c lever one " , Cimi enne bade
A q uarter of a J!. h our la ter the rive r's him.
mouth was passed. Hannibal now po rted She found a chair for him in a co mer
his hel mand headed di rectly f or Cayenne , and paused long enough to pour a coo ilng
si xhours away. B reasting a sl uggish sea, d rink.
the launch r olled on and on ,a monoton ous "Busin ess is good," she said as she
coastline of rank green on one hand, the fetch ed t reasu red ice and a bowl of s uga r.
monot onous steel -blue wate rs of the wide "Mada me Julie is caroling like unto the
South Atlantic on the othe r. At length, black o riole of the Sinnama rie j ungle .
far away over the por t bow , the di m Iwill fetch her to you."
sp ecks of the three lies de Sal ut -8t . "She is fairer even than the purple
Joseph , Royale, and Diable we re dis th roated cotinga of our uplands " , Hanni
tin guished, and not long the reafter Cay bal added befo re turning thi rstil y t o his
enne's Citadel and Jesuit Col lege l oo med d rink . "May her business always be
against thehorizon directly ahead . good " .
Skilfu lly the jeweled finge rs of Hannibal From the big roo mbey ond the conn ect
spun the polishedspokes of the wheel,and ing pant ry , s ummoned by the adoring
soon they were a t d ock and made fast. maid of a l work, the buxo m Madame
G uard and p assengers los t no ti me in Julie ente red . Eagerly she se ized the
mo unting the ladder to the walk above, pn i kish en velop and read the brief con
and p resently Hanniba l f ound hi mself at tents of a no te penned ea rly that mo rning
ilbe rty unti learly ne xt morning ,when the by Max. He unders tood thoro ugh ly the
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plan she was about to put in action. He welcome, provided only that they paid
was ready. His friend was ready. their moderate scores and stood on their
Madame Julie finished reading and good behavior.
turning to the pilot, probed him with On this latter point the hostess was
questions. adamant. Madame Julie, talented, re
At length, satisfied that he knew his putedly rich, and of mysterious influence,
role and would not fail her, she desisted saw to it from the beginning that there
and handed him two gold pieces. were no cabinets particulier8 connected
It was the largest sum the brown fellow with her cafe, no curtained booth or in
had ever possessea. It seemed a fairy triguing alcove. All was regular and in
tale that in the fullness of time more gold order, from the drums of reveille until the
would follow. Verily a fine ring would last light was out. There was liberty but
gleam on each and every one of his no license. Visitors looking for the sor
fingers. did, drunkards and heavy handed fello,vs
The interview was over. Kindly words loose of tongue and morals, soon found
issued from madame's lips, and in a daze their mistake, and trespassed no more on
Hannibal lingered until she had passed the premises of the Coq d'Or.
from his sight. And so all concerned prospered. From
He turned to Cimienne. a mere cabaret-cafe the Coq d'Or had
"Lucky girl thou art," he said, "to developed into an institution. Officers
serve such a beautiful one. She is creamy from the staff of the governor-general
fair like the young kingfisher. Her voice might be found there on gala nights,
is that of the night heron when the moon when from a raised platform special en
is at its full." tertainment was offered.
Soft,ly the screen door closed behind As for Madame Julie, despite bleached
him and, clasping his new riches, Hanni hair and plump maturity, she was far
bal took his leave. There was yet much from unattractive. Many years of bat
for him to do in Cayenne. Late that tling a man made world had not embit
night he was to call again at this house tered her. It had but ripened her to a
near the far end of the Rue Glorieux. fuller understanding, had nourished seeds
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of tolerance into vines of goodly growth.
Thus hatred and envy had etched few
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telltale lines on her face. The futility
LINK NO. S
of tears and inactive wishing had been im
pressed upon her years before. She saw
ROBABLY never before and, in all goo� mixed with the evil in every man
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•likelihood, never again, will a colo and woman, in every living creature.
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nial city of France possess an estab From the naive bud of a girl who had
lishment boasting the virtues of the Coq bent timid footsteps toward Paris she
d'Or in Cayenne. There one could dine at had become an expatriate, a full blown
ease to the distant strains ofa military band flower as it were, attracting, as the wild
playing in the dusty Place, or one could sip vanilla of the jungle draws the bee
iced drinks to the drone of electric fans, swarms, all manner and sorts of men.
while thumbing over the last number of And so she moved among her patrons
L'Illustration or La Vie Parisienne. In at the Coq d'Or, a smile of welcome for
the evenings which fell fast on the heels of one and all, be he mere rubber bleeder in
the tropic dusk, gaiety reigned and danc high laced boots, or officer of rank from
ing was in order. the Citadel.
The Coq d'Or, a pronounced success It was during the early days of the Coq
dating from its gala opening, was for d'Or that Colonel Adrien Molyneux of
neither the rich nor the poor; neither the the governor-general's staff became a
military man nor the civilian. All were daily visitor to the resort. Suave and
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sophisticated was Molyneux, his uniforms "It would seem so," Madame Julie
always starched and immaclilate, his rejoined, "particularly tonight." She
triangular beard invariably clipped and glanced meaningly at an adjoining table
brushed with meticUlous care. Whenever where a bearded and big paunched Dutch
he could appropriate the company of the ornithologist from Paramaribo was play
hostess, he did so, because they were at ing dominoes with a lean faced Britisher
ease with each other, and Madame Julie from Georgetown. "There is Holland
attached no blame to him for his lack of and England," she added.
medals. . Molyneux's eyes roved around the
The colonel's weakness was absinthe. room. Cello and harp were silent. The
The skeleton in his closet was his war musicians had gone home. Complying
record. Through no fault of his own, he with a police regulation, dancing had
had taken an inglorious part in the Great ceased promptly at midnight. Yet there
War. Madagascar alone had seen the was still a profitable amount of business
colonel, then a captain, throughout the going on. In one corner a gold seeking
bitter years of conflict. The taunt em adventurer down from the headwaters of
busque was whispered even now behind the Maroni was regaling one of the wait
his immaculate back a whisper that resses with tales of a hard won pouch of
would follow him while life lasted. dust and small nuggets. At another table
This particular summer had been a nearby a French naval lieutenant and
hard one. the master of a Yankee tramp steamer
Torrid days and nights scarcely more were discoursing on great circle sailing
bearable, fused into blistering weeks. and the latest wrinkles in sonic deep sea
There was no rain now, and Cayenne was sounding. -
a filthy hole in which man, woman and Monotonously the. blades of the fans
beast suffered and quarreled among them revolved overhead. One by one, two by
selves. With the exception of the thick two, the paying guests departed. Among
walled Citadel and the massive structure the last to go was the captain of the cargo
· once a monastery in which the gov steamer, who, once during the evening,
ernor-general dwelt and had his offices, had spoken privately with Madame Julie.
there were few buildings in town offering ""�t length Molyneux and Julie were left
an escape from the vertical rays of the sun. alone. Presently Cimienne entered, tray
This night, following Pilot Hannibal's in hand, and placed unbidden a glass of
visit, Madame Julie and Molyneux sat cold water before her mistress.
together at table. It was a memorable It was a signal. Slowly Madame Julie
evening for the Coq d'Or, for not only sipped the water, and then rose.
were the three Guianas represented, but "Just another petit verre?" the colonel
officers and men were there from a French inquired politely, simultaneously rising.
cruiser and two cargo steamers. Fast "And how about a little drive around the
and furious the fun went on, marked by island?" he added. "I am lonesome."
an occasional interruption when men were Madame Julie concealed a yawn.
made to learn there was a sharp deadline "It is late," she said. "We have been
drawn between liberty and impropriety. very busy, and I must go early to market."
These interruptions were distressing, Gently but firmly she detached the
but strong fellows among her regular colonel's arm from about her waist, but
customers obviated the necessity of call suffered him to kiss her fingertips.
ing in the police, and by midnight the "You are a poem of th� flesh," the offi
noisy ones had been cleared out and sup cer breathed. "One of these evenings J
ported back to their vessels. shall find you not tired, and shall bear
"What a truly cosmopolitan place you you away on the cushions of the finest.
have here," Colonel Molyneux remarked car on Cayenne Island."
to Julie. Madame Julie made fitting rejoinder
66 STEPHEN ALLEN REYNOLDS
and reluctantly her guest took his leave. "After Tabac-Pot falls asleep."
All but one light in the big room was now For some few seconds, each busy with
extinguished, and Madame Julie passed his own thoughts, the two men stood face
through the swinging service door and to face in the center of the wretched
the pantry beyond. Avenue de Ia Republique.
In a corner of the dimly lighted kitchen Cornelius was truly grateful to this
Hannibal, the pilot, sat awaiting her. fop who wore habitually a mask of care
And in the pale moonlight of the patio less gaiety this prison trusty whom
beyond, a nearly naked bush negro woman's vanity had given privilege and
crouched with stoic indifference to the place far above his fellows.
insects of the night and the passage of "Max," Cornelius said at length,
time. Now Cimienne called softly to "you'll not find me ungrateful. If I get
him, and he entered the presence of one through all right I'll send you a letter and
whom Hannibal had described as a god an address. Write me and I'll do any
dess. thing I can for you."
And now this goddess smiled on him Max twirled his pongee sunshade. A
and handed him beautiful trinkets and a wistful expression crossed his face, wiping
bolt of gorgeous calico. •
from it all trace of smirk or insincerity.
�'You do not understand, my friend,"
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Paris ·born there, bred there, and died
THE FOG
there. Any other place on the footstool
of God rather this football of God
INCIDENT with the departure would be equally as unendurable as this
of the launch for St. Laurent next Guiana. Long ago I could have escaped
morning, a native sailing pirogue to France. But what would I gain? I
slipped out of the marshes at the rear of Am too well known. I am marked ''
Cayenne Island and stole along the coast. his forefinger touched the scar "I would
All that day and far into the night its be retaken and given the double chains.
lone occupant alternately sailed and pad I would lose my privileges, my clientele.''
dled his seaworthy but clumsy craft, ''Perhaps, in New York in America,"
beaching it eventually a mile below the Cornelius ventured, but was cut short.
government wharf at St. Laurent. "A land of vulgarity and the poisonous '
Sunrise found a black man squatting products of prohibition ! A land of bar
in front of the store of a Chinese pur barian cookery and beautiful women
veyor of fruits and sweets and canned chained to impossible men. A nation
supplies, and thirty minutes later Hanni branded with the mark of the dollar."
bal passed. No words were exchanged, Cornelius might have explained that
but within an hour Max had been ap all Americans were not cast in the same
prised that all was ready for a "depar mold, but held his tongue. Inadvertently
ture." he had touched upon a tender spot, for
Cornelius, on his way from hospital Max, his voice again lowered, his eyes
with morning reports, was met by the ex fixed upon a spot in the blue sky far
couturier and given the final details. acrOSf the reaches of the shimmering
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"You know the path through the bam jungle� proceeded to call up memories of
boos?" Max asked . "And the clump of the city where he had "died."
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mangroves at the river s edger!l'' "Can you see Longchamps, my Ameri
Cornelius nodded. Long, long ago the can friend? Can you hear the programs
spot had been selected. rustling in the great stands? Can you
"There will be a moon," Max went on, see the crowds pouring out of the Metro
"and the earlier you can get away, the at Porte-Maillot? Can you see the press
better.'' photographers snapping the new crea-
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tions? And in the evening, on the Boule fever of impatience and rebellion against
vards the soft lights and perfumed air? the thought that he must lie quietly there
-the orderly gaiety on every hand !" for perhaps two hours.
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His nostrils quivering, his eyes about to His eyes closed, yet with every nerve
fill, the man of Paris broke off abruptly and fiber a-tingle, he lay passive and with
and turned to Cornelius. an effort succeeded in breathing rhythmi
"I bore you," he said. "Pray forgive cally. He heard the final movements of
me." The mask had fallen. Insouciant, Tabac-Pot : the rustle of cigaret papers,
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almost with a patronizing air, he held out the thump of the tobacco filled skull as
his hand. Jean placed it on the shelf. Now the
"I'll not be seeing you any more ; so light was out and moonbeams filtered
I'll say bonne chancel" through the screens.
Silently Cornelius shook the limp hand Faintly from the direction of town, a
of the other, and then each went about bugle sounded the last call of the day.
his business. Far distant in the jungle, a piano bird
Seemingly, to Cornelius, that day was caught up the final notes and answered
endless. The torturing sun apparently with crazy music all its own.. Staccato
stood still in the heavens ; the harsh shrill and shrill, the metallic song stirred the
note of the cicada was a portent that time forest near at hand. Spider monkeys
had ceased in its march, and that night squealed a protest from their lairs, while
would never come. from high among the Iiana vines para
At last, however, the screeching insects keets screamed their displeasure to an
stopped their maddening song. St. indifferent and half grown moon.
Laurent du Maroni roused from its siesta. At length the uproar ceased, and but
The afternoon shortened . Westward, for the night chorus of jungle insects, a
toward the invisible Andes, the blood-red · normal quietness prevailed. Tabac-Pot
sun dropped behind the mauve and pur fell fast asleep, his head pillowed on a
ple Tumac-Humac range, and night fell. hairy forearm. Presently a gentle snore
It was the last meal he would eat as a came from his bunk. Still Cornelius
prisoner, Cornelius reflected as he sat waited, for it was not yet eleven o'clock,
that evening in the Milius kitchen, and on the edge of town some Lothario
scarcely touching the tempting fare which among the prison guards might point an
the good natured Martiniquaise had set electric torch his way.
before him. Venison had been brought The church clock tolled the hour. Off
in from the mountains, but it meant little toward the barracks a dog barked in the
to Cornelius. Idly, his thoughts on this distance. Now, moving noiselessly, Cor
night of adventure, he sat across table from nelius slipped from his bunk and donned
Tabac-Pot, who was noisily and greedily the hidden suit.
at work on his chop and mug of ordinaire. Simultaneously Tabac-Pot woke, stung
One last view Cornelius had of the to sensibility by some vagrant insect.
kindly Milius, seated in his screened After the manner of hunted men and
study, his white head bent over the latest beasts, he lay motionless while glancing
additions to his collection, and then he stealthily about him.
made his way to his hut. Tabac-�ot was
there ahead of him, rolling shaggy caporal THE MOON was higher now,
into a supply of cigarets for the morrow. and cast a strong light suffi-.
Cornelius glanced carelessly at him. cient to show the watcher that
Leisurely he then undressed and sought his hut mate was up to some
his bunk. thing unusual. Silently, unsuspectingly,
A fever was on him as he felt beneath Cornelfus picked up his shoes and stepped
the coarse sheet the suit of plain linen outside.
which Max had provided, but it was a Tabac - Pot was fully awake now.
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Quickly he stepped into his own pants and gave greatest aid, the savage now di..
blouse and prepared to follow.. H this rected the course of the yirogue. Cor
American was off to steal morphine from nelius glimpsed faint lights gleaming
the surgeon's private stores, he would dimly through the haze off to port, and
catch him in the act. Were he faring knew they marked Albina, an outpost on
forth to keep a midnight tryst, he, Jean the Dutch side of the Maroni. They
Tabac-Pot, would glimpse the woman. were making good progress. Slowly these
Curiously enough, the thought of wit lights slipped by and vanished. They
nessing an escape did not occur to the were alone, on a great river, with nothing
fellow at the moment. Peering through tangible on either hand save the fog
the screen on the side of the villa, he saw wraiths floating above and around, veiling
the American stooping in the shadows, the silver of the moon. On and on the
doubtless to lace his shoes. Later, Tabac canoe moved in a ghostly silence broken
Pot saw the outline of a figure passing only by the lapping of waters and the
noiselessly down the mowed grass of the soft swish of paddle thrust.
front lawn. A feeling of security came over the
The gate swung open, then closed fugitive. As he leaned back in comfort
again. Keeping at a distance a dis in the stern of the craft he viewed with
tance so great that at times the object satisfaction the long mast running amid
of his pursuit vanished utterly from his ships, its sail draped loosely over it, one
sight Tabac-Pot followed. end imprisoned beneath a rude thwart
On and on Cornelius proceeded cau forward, the other extending far outboard
tiously. He kept to · the shadows, and over the stem. With such a mast stepped,
before darting across a moon bathed with sail hoisted to a kindly wind, Cay
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street, paused to listen and survey the enne would soon be reached.
route before him. Now and then he Suddenly, shattering the stillness which
looked behind and listened intently. But hung about them, a deep pitched whistle
he saw no man, nor heard footsteps. bellowed in the night. Cornelius, roused
He reached the path through the bam from his dreaming, sat erect. He knew
boos. Now he breathed more freely. that whistle too well. It was atop the
The river mist hung thinly here, the pale saw mill where he had endured months of
moonlight sifting through from above torturing labor. Its sounding at night
abundantly enough to guide him. Pres meant mutiny or escape. Every sleeping
ently, ghostly in the opalescent mist, the guard would arm himself and proceed to
three mangroves appeared. a designated post. All launches would be
Cornelius halted here and whistled manned. Perhaps the river would be
softly. Almost instantly a blanketed scoured.
form stole from the deeper shadows and · · As yet he had not connected the night
led the way to the river's bank. Fugitive alarm with his own leavetaking.
and guide entered the pirogue, its warp "Some poor devil has made a break from
was cast off, and then the black fellow the Penitentiary," he conjectured, and
laid aside his cotton blanket and grasped then turned to the guide, who had stopped
a paddle. Downstream they moved in paddling and now sat listening.
the cooling mist, ignorant of watching "That's not for us," Cornelius said.
eyes on the bank behind them. Stoutly, "They'll not miss me before sunrise at the
with long firm strokes, the bush negro earliest., He spoke in simplest French.
plied his blade, urging the unwieldly An unintelligible grunt came from the
canoe toward the river's mouth and the bush negro. He did not understand.
open sea. Meanwhile, glowing with an Further questioning convinced the fugi
unholy joy, Tabac-Pot ran to spread the tive that his guide knew none other than
alarm. the tongue of his kind. It was awkward.
Toward midstream, where the current But unquestionably he had been thor-
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oughly instructed and knew what was stopped on dead center, its machinist
expected of him. That was all that worked frantically with bar and crank.
�ounted. Cornelius turned to look astern. Precious seconds passed anq to those
Simultaneously with his movement seconds Cornelius and his guide owed
came the audible put-put of a marine their lives.
motor not far distant upstream. With Vainly the launch held on, circling and
the passing of each second the sound grew backing, attempting to pick up with its
louder. Now the black man plied his probing finger of light two dead men
paddle and swung the prow of the canoe drifting in a native canoe. Eventually, at
so as to head away from the course of the a point where the warm waters of the
oncoming launch. Cornelius looked in Maroni mingled with the cooler brine of
vain for another paddle. There was none. the open South Atlantic, a thick fog pre
He sat erect, with folded arms and jaw set vailed and the hunt was given up.
tensely, staring into the mist and asking Fainter and fainter became the beating
himself what possibly could have hap of the launch propeller until nothing was
pened to bring on this pursuit. heard but the jovial slap of ocean against
Louder grew the roar of the chaser's the stout sides of the pirogue. Long be
exhaust. A thick finger of light reached fore, the two men had raised their heads
out and pierced the mist to port. Now it to the caress of the off shore night wind,
swung ahead, a cone of veiled brilliance and in time to witness one of nature's
sweeping an arc. Slowly the light crept phenomena. For sternmost to the fore,
toward them, found them and bathed the canoe had drifted across a bar and
them in its deadly rays. through a wall of fog, and was floating
lnstinc�ively Cornelius reached out now on open waters darkly violet. Over
and drew his companion to the bottom of head, the young moon rode its way among
the pirogue. He knew the custom pre the stars.
vailing of shooting down fleeing prisoners, llumble words of thanksgiving found
and looked for immediate gunfire. It their way to the lips of Cornelius as he
came. Beneath the searchlight a series stood bareheaded under the stars, leaning
of yellow flashes pricked the haze as a to the roll of the canoe at the surge of
machine gun vomited hot metal. the broad Atlantic. Meekly he turned to
The gunnery was good. Splinters flew. help the black guide shoulder up the mast.
The pirogue shivered at · the impact. Together they stepped it and hauled out
Score upon score of steel jacketed slugs the foot of the sail. It filled and drew.
bit pieces out of th� gunwales, tore great Slowly the prow of the canoe swung
patches from the exposed length of furled around and pointed down the coast.
sail, or else buried themselves inches deep Over the starboard bow of the rising
in the fire hardened hull. Almost any and dipping pirogue, high above the wall
other species of craft would have filled of fog which hid the coast, the Southern
and gone to the bottom. But the pirogue, Cross burned brightly. Beneath it Cay
thick as a cruiser from its round bottom enne slumbered.
to a point well above its waterline, rolled
in comparative safety to the lifting swells
CHAPTER X
at the Maroni's mouth. Likewise in
safety its two occupants hugged the floor. '
JAGUAR S MILK
With the burst of fire, the engine of the
launch had been stopped. Now a hoarse WO GUARDS connected with the
voice called for slow speed ahead, for al local prison at Cayenne sat over
ready the pirogue had drifted all but out their dominoes and coffee at the
of range of the searchlight, ineffective in Coq d'Or, idling away the time which
the thickening fog. But there was delay must elapse before the midday drums
in the restarting of the launch. Its engine summoned the relieving shift. One of
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them spoke briefly of the attempted es Little more was known. No boat had
cape from St. Laurent the day before. reached Cayenne from St. Laurent since
Cimienne, passing at the moment, over the attempt, and only the bare facts had
heard a phrase and carried the word to come in over the wireless to the palace of
her mistress. the governor-general.
Madame Julie, ensconsed at the cash Abruptly the conversation changed
ier's desk near the door, received the news from prison escapes to the matter of the
coolly. Presently she signaled for one of correct time. The roll of the drums set
the girls to relieve her. Calmly then she tled this, and immediately the guards
moved about the cafe, greeting, as was buckled their belts and hastened away.
her habit, each one of her patrons. There A shrug of her shoulders, a pang in her
were few of them at the time, and soon matronly bosom, and Madame Julie went
she was at the table of the prison guards. about her noonday duties. Later, lunch
"Again we have a hot day," she said eon over, she retired to her room to take
smilingly, bestowing on each of them in her usual siesta. It was hard not to be
tum a bright glance. able in this instance to help out her dear
Would madame have a cooling drinkP friend Max, she mused as she lay on her
Would she join them in a petit verre of her bed. Max had been the "grand figure" of
choice? Madame would and did. Domi her Parisian days. She loved him then.
noes were forgotten and swept aside. It She loved him now. Willingly she had
was an honor and signal privilege to have acted as a link in the underground chain,
the hostess at table with them. Cursed and on several occasions dipped into her
were the noonday drums about to beat! own fat purse in order to facilitate the
"Any startling newsP" she inquired passage of certain deserving prisoners
presently, steeling her tone to a languid along the road which led to liberty. It
indifference. was doubly hard in this case, for Max had
"Four deaths at St. Jean; two deaths assured her that the American was not
on lie Joseph," one of the men volun only unquestionably an innocent man, but
teered. had saved his life.
"More smallpox at Sinnamarie," the It took Madame Julie longer than usual
other supplemented. to fall asleep.
"Nothing ever happens at St. Laurent," The pitiless sun crept westward and
Madame Julie hazarded carelessly. Be sank behind the hills. Night fell quickly.
tween thumb and forefinger she rolled the Outside the Coq d'Or lights gleamed
stem of her thin goblet. against the blackness, while in the cafe
"Au contraire, there was an escape a score of incandescent bulbs glowed and
from that depot, night before last," the shed soft brilliance on polished floor and
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first guard now remembered. table-top. The musicians arrived.
Faster and faster the goblet oscillated. Yet in Madame Julie's chamber all was
"Rather there was an attempted es dark. Faint sounds filtered up to her
cape," the second guard corrected, "for from below: carefree laughter, the throb
the deporte and his companion were shot of sweet music, the tinkle of glasses. She
into pieces near the mouth of the Maroni was needed downstairs. But what mat
before they could reach the sea." tered ·it? She was still drowsy. She
Diluted caasis splashed from the goblet would doze for another ten minutes.
and became a purple pool on the white Five of those minutes passed, and Ci
marble of the table. mienne entered and aroused her.
"If the fool had tried the jungle across "Come down, madame," she said.
the river," the guard continued, "he "The American is safe!"
might have made Paramaribo." Slowly Madame Julie wakened and
''They're always caught or shot when looked into the lustrous eyes of the native
they make for the sea," the other added. maid. Cimienne, with tremulous lips,
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repeated her words and added particulars. Her thoughts were elsewhere. Cimienne
The bush negro had appeared in the patio. had vanished through the pantry door.
She had talked with him. He had just And now Madame Julie imagined she
come in over the marsh jungle at the rear heard the soft opening and closing of the
of the island. The deporte was concealed screen door between kitchen and patio.
there in a native hut. He would come in The American was due! It might bP-e-
as soon as possible after midnight, when Molyneux's white sleeved arm cut short
all was silent. Bullets had not touched her thoughts. It stole forth and drew her
him, and all was well. gently but firmly to a chair beside him.
Presently Madame Julie knew all No protest came from her, for at this junc
Cimienne knew. The American and the ture she glimpsed Cimienne peering
guide had been fired upon, but had es through the pantry doorway, one brown
caped in the thickening fog. forefinger laid acr�ss her lips, the other
. pointing upward at the floor above.
CUSTOMERS were few that Madame Julie understood. The Amer
evening. The hours passed ican had arrived. Cimienne would take
slowly. Midnight can1e at him up the back stairs and show him into
last. Cellist and harpist drew the room next her's, the room where he
the covers over their instruments and would hide until the sailing of the fruit
stood waiting for their weekly pay. steamer now loading.
Madame Julie viewed with satisfaction "In Algeria," Molyneux rumbled on,
the thinning crowd and busied herself "they call it lion's milk. It makes one
turning out unqecessary lights. Presently
· strong and full of courage, like the lion."
all had departed, save Colonel Molyneux, Mechanically, with no plan yet formed
to whom Cimienne had just served a for getting rid of her guest, Madame Julie
drink. watched him as he removed the dripping
"Come and join me, madame," he in device and drank deeply of the opalescent
vited the hostess. mixture. She listened intently for sounds
Speaking from the cashier's desk, she from the rear staircase, from the corridor
answered: above. But none came.
"I'm sorry, mon Colonel, I'm closing "In Indo-China," Molyneux proceeded,
up. I'm not feeling well and would flattering himself that she was interested,
sleep." "it is called lait du tigre, because it gives
"Have one or two of these and you'll one the cunning and tireless energy of the
feel better." tigress. And here in Cayenne we call it
Molyneux indicated the drink before jaguar's milk not that the jaguar can be
him. Madame Julie saw that" he was drip compared with the lion or tiger."
ping an absinthe. Cold water was trick Molyneux turned from his glass to find
ling from a silver cone, disintegrating the Madame Julie listening; but not to him.
cube· of beet sugar suspended beneath it, Her eyes were fixed on the ceiling. And
falling at last into the cloudy mixture in even as he turned, sounds came to him as
the goblet. of a casement window being opened
"Why do you persist," she asked, draw above, of subdued voices, one of them of
ing near, "in drinking Pernod after din deeper pitch than that of the normal
ner? You know it isn't good for you." female.
Molyneux shrugged his shoulders. Suspicious by nature, Molyneux studied
"After a long hard day," he said, "there the listening woman, and when presently
is nothing better than a glass or two of she turned to him he thought he detected
jaguar's milk.'' an anxious look on her features. Quite
He laughed as her brows went up. obviously she had something on her mind.
"Never heard it called that before?" Perhaps there was a man upstairs. By
Absent mindedly she shook her head. rights the chambers on the second floor
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glimpsed the low hanging moon, outdone She crossed the room swiftly and opened
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in brilliance by the polished jewels of the door. Soft footsteps came pattering
the Southern Cross. The hot night up the stairs and along the corridor.
wind passed by andj stirred her�bleached Madame Julie stepped out. Cimienne,
hair. barefoot and with unbound hair flying
She closed the door softly and locked it. wildly, faced her.
She put out the light and sought the "The police!" she warned. "The mili
stairs.
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Cornelius heard the words and crossed mured to herself. "Why in the name of
quickly to the window. As booted feet le bon Dieu ·should they select this night?"
were heard on the stairs, as doors along Groping her way downstairs, she sur
the corridor were opened and held ajar, ·veyed the empty cafe, and stood listening
he peered beneath the shade. He saw to the diminishing clatter of the departing
armed men below. In that direction officers. Then she entered the pantry
there was no way of escape. He was and, for the first time in many weeks,
trapped, and with no living chance to helped herself to a stiff drink of cognac.
fight his way to freedom.
Developments came quickly. Lights
flashed in the hallway. Madame Julie
barred the way of the advancing men. THE HOUSE OF DOUBLE CHAINS
"What is the meaning of this outrage?"
she demanded of the sergeant leader. the prison gate at St.
"I'm sorry, madame," he answered. . Laurent du Maroni, not far dis
"I have orders to search these premises tant from the hooded guillotine
for contraband tobacco, unstamped ciga which works just after the sessions of the
rets, or fugitives from justice. I have no Maritime Tribunal, stands the grim
choice but to obey." structure known as the House of Double
The fellow was polite, but he spoke Chains. Here despairing wretches are
with an air of finality which would brook held until sentenced by the court for of
neither delay nor interference. fenses ranging from theft, insubordina
"Whose orders?" came icily from tion and refusal to work, up to the graver
Madame Julie. charges of attempted escape and murder.
"That I can not say. They were Many of the convicts held here by neck
passed on to me." Abruptly the speaker and ankle fail to survive until trial week.
turned to his men and ordered a search Stroke of sun, exhaustion and anemia,
of each room. fever and insanity intervene. Death
An uproar followed a babble of sound serves its habeas corpus.
marked by hysterical laughter and angry In the offices of monsitur le d'irecteur an
protest. entry is penned. A bushel of lime is sent
Two men entered the room of Cornelius,
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down to a pit dug among the nodding
to find him standing erect with set jaw bamboos. With the ending of trial week,
and folded arms. To resist would be a semi-annual clearing is made, and the
suicidal. He eyed the intruders fear survivors are sent to the punishment
lessly. Tall, slim, burned by the tropic camps at St. Jean or Sinnamarie, rele
sun, this picture of the fugitive, helpless gated to solitary confinement on the lie
and at bay, stirred the compassion of the St. Joseph or else gum with their life
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onlooking Madame Julie. She noted that blood the ponderous blade of "the
thorns of jungle marsh had torn rents in Widow."
his apparel. A little thrill of admiration Granting that there is a hell, and that
passed over her as she noted further his hell has departments, St. Laurent du
set jaw and level glance. Maroni may be likened to it, and the
Ready for possible resistance, the sol House of Double Chains compared wit�
dier-policemen closed in. They met none. its hottest division.
Then each took an arm and the short In such a place, an iron ball locked t�
march to the stairs began. From the head his left ankle, lay Cornelius Storm, await.
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of the stairs Madame Julie watched Cor- ing trial for his break for liberty. There
nelius. One minute she stood alone, was a bare plank bed beneath him. His
Cimienne hovering in the distance, and pillow was the iron ball he dragged with
then she shrugged her shoulders. him by day while mucking in the hot
"Of all the nights for a raid," she mur- yellow mud of the irrigation ditches.
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And roll or turn as he would during the yoke. There was running water. One
anguish of his wakeful hours, through the could curse or laugh at will. There was
delirium of his dreams, he could not move Jules Ia Peche to watch at his tattooing.
his right leg. An iron band held this There were thumbed and tattered copies
ankle as in a yoke, the ringed ends of it of papers and magazines to look at. And
passing through slots cut in the planks. one could listen of an evening to racon
He could move the left leg, hampered teurs among the Club of the Deformed
though it was with ball and chain, but as they lived over again the outstanding
the fixation of the right ankle each night happenings grave, gay, terrible in their
as the wretches took their positions on the checkered lives. The song of the halfwit
common bed, was all but unbearable. with the figure tattooed on his semi-bald
It was an unnecessary precaution a pate "Where I go my girl goes with me"
barbaric practise come down through the ---would be sweet music here.
years, and soon to be abolished. It was And the villa of Milius, surgeon and
an ingenious device, whatever may be butterfly collector, were paradise itself
uttered on the score of its cruelty, for it compared with this sweltering lazaret of
permitted a single guard to remain out the damned, where human creatures lay
side the house and lock in place twenty in irons, forbidden free movement of
four balled-and-chained prisoners within their limbs, denied the privilege of song
a prison. A long iron bar worked through or oath, to watch with sunken eyes the
a slot. It passed beneath the plank bed, little squares of ghastly light which stole
engaging in turn the ringed ends of the in from the courtyard where the armed
ankle-yokes. At the far side of the house guard paced.
the bar could be secured with a padlock. It was a place of moans and whispers,
Blistered hands and peeling face and for its occupants were made early to learn
arms were among the least of the tortures that noise would not be tolerated, that a
of this bold fellow who had survived a yell of defiance would bring the dreaded
burst of .80S's; who had somehow man "collar and tidbit."
aged to reach Cayenne and secrete him It was during his third week that Cor
self in an upper room of the gay Coq nelius saw this form of restraint used.
d'Or. Added to his physical suffering An ex-sailor had cracked under the strain.
was mental distress on behalf of Max and Cornelius never learned of what crime he
Madame Julie. Would they be suspected had been convicted, of the reason for his
of complicity? Would Madame Julie being sent to the House of Double Chains.
be deported from Cayenne? This evening previous to being locked to
He knew nothing of what went on out the planks, the wretched fellow refused
side, for here there were no means of his pan of soup and sat apart. Muttering
communication. Escape was impossible. to himself, he ignored the signal of the
After the forthcoming trial and the guard to take his place and thrust his
probable penalty of one year in solitary free ankle in the yoke.
confinement on the Ile St. Joseph, what The guards knew well what th ey. were
could he hope to accomplish? about. Sternly they ordered the other
These questions and hundreds of others men to their positions. The long bar
unanswerable, troubled Cornelius as he was slipped through and fastened. And
stood knee deep in the hot mud by day, as now the door was opened and three husky
he rolled feverishly on the hard planks by men entered. They seized the convict
night. and rushed him to his place.
The dormitory where he had first been At the first touch of their hands a
quartered on entering prison was free frenzy possessed the fellow. He raised
dom itself compared with this place, for his voice and reviled France. She was a
there one could at least move about un wanton woman sitting among the nations.
hampered by ball and chain and cruel The Tricolor of France was a bloody rag fit
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only for the basest uses. On and on he prisoner went near him. No guard re
raved, while firmly the guards pressed lieved him of gag or collar. And when,
him back and looped his neck with the following the call to work, Cornelius
iron collar. Its ringed ends, like those of picked up his ball and shambled toward
the anklets, were thrust through holes in his place in the clanking CO'NJee, he saw
the planking and fastened beneath. Yet that death had unquestionably served
the wretch continued his raving. another writ of habeas corpus.
In the face of it the guards were cool.
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among the rolled garments on his shelf for revenge and liberty each one of them
and found the blade of a hacksaw. He was assigned to definite work. Thus,
fitted this into a narrow frame of stiff Pas Pouce, the fellow with no thumbs,
wire. was to smash the telephone switchboard ·
"Now then," he said, approaching the in the guard room while three others
barred door, "let the choir sing." , leaped for the arms rack, each with a
A soft chanting began, two of the con- sawed off bar as a weapon_. Tete Nu, the
victs taking the burden of the song, a convict whose girl was always with him,
dozen of the others joining in on chosen was assigned to the unlocking of one
lines. wing; bow legged Jamb' d'Arquees was to
Weird and rhythmic, the words of the handle another, and Baby Rabbit a third.
chanson sifted through the bars and down Major roles were taken by Jules and the
the corridor past other dormitories where Necklace.
husky voices of broken men were raised Overhead the ring of plotters the light
in songs of love and hate. "Pont a Paris," in the caged electric bulb flickered, faded
came in a clear tenor voice from one for an instant, and then burned brightly
chamber; "Aupres de ma Blonde," was again. It was the signal for quiet. One
sung in another. minute more, and all the prison lights
Such was the "music hour" at St. would be turned out save those in the
Laurent du Maroni, when the relegues central guard room and the dim ones at
were permitted to sing not too loudly the farthest ends of the wings. Reluc
provided song was left in them after the tantly the conspirators sought their plank
trials of the day. beds. Again the light faded, then van-
Now Jules the Peach fell to work with ished for the night, and there fell a silence
hls hacksaw, the subdued chanting of his disturbed only by the beating of the
mates barely drowning the whining rasp tropic rain.
of his tool. It was the last night of saw- Heavier and heavier the downpour
ing. Other bars hung by mere shreds of came, falling alike on hut and villa. tt
metal, the scarves of the saw having been fell hissing on the muddy waters of the
filled with blackened soap. On his knees, Maroni. It pattered on palm frond and
stopping now and then to dash the sweat leaf of banana plant. In the courtyard of
from his eyes, Jules worked furiously yet the prison it drummed heavily on the
methodically, while behind him his choir tarpatilin covering of the guillotine and
chanted: washed clean the four white stones set
into the flagging beneath it. Just be
"Lorsque plWJ tard, las de souffrir,
Pour renattre ou pour en finir; yond stood the House of Double Chains,
J'ai voulu m'exiler de France; and under its roof of corrugated iron
Lorsqu'impatient de marcher, weary men stretched themselves as they
J'ai voulu partir, et cltercher
. " lay on their bed of planks and listened
Les vesttges d 'une espvrance
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to the noisy downpour.
At length Jules leaned back, satisfied To Cornelius, haggard and worn, the
that at least three bars would yield and rain meant little. The trenches would be
bend under moderate pressure. Soap was muddier next day. His shovel would be
now smeared on the latest and final cut, heavier. But the irrigation ditches were
and tlien under the electric bulb at the far always muddy and always his shovel
end of the dormitory the conspirators heavy. For a time he lay wide eyed and
gathered and rehearsed their plans. · Long wondered what Max was doing. No word
and earnestly they talked and argued from him had filtered through bars and
among themselves, leaving always the guards. It was maddening this torture
decision, the final word, to Jules Ia Peche. of body and soul.
There were twenty-one men in the But still he had faith and hope. Rest
dormitory, and in the forthcoming break less, he tugged at his yoked foot and rolled
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"Whoever wants to back out," he said, Near the arms rack in the guard room
looking sharply at first one and then an four keepers sat playing cards. Another
other of his fellows, "let him do so now. He of the night force lolled near the telephone
can stay behind while we are on our way." switchboard idly turning the pages of a
No voice was raised. Parisian weekly. At the sound of shuf
"Take your posts," the Peach ordered fling steps two of the players looked up
gruffiy, and fished mechanically for his from their cards to see a man in con
tobacco pouch and papers. vict garb halt and face the wall. In the
Quickly the group dispersed, two of the dim light of the corridor they saw what
strongest men joining Necklace at the was ostensibly a guard step forward and
door. unlock the gate leading into the guard
"The guard is changing now," the latter room.
whispered, and continued staring into a A man for the hospital, the observers
small mirror which he had poked between thought, and returned to their game. The
the bars and manipulated to an angle gate swung open and the Peach advanced.
giving him a view of the corridor end. Again Necklace preceded him, shielding
Slowly the next few minutes passed, him from view as long as possible. They
but at length the click of a key was heardas arrived abreast the arms rack, and now
the night guard unlocked the gate to the casually the reading guard looked up
corridor and began his tour of inspection. from his paper.
He came nearer, rattling each door. The Simultaneously the Necklace leaped
men on either side of Necklace flattened upon him and snatched his weapon.
themselves against the wall. Startled, the card players looked up,
Now the guard came abreast of him and one of them drawing his pistol. T"·o
Necklace spoke, pointing to his jaw as if shots rang out, and as a guard slid from
in pain. Contemptuously the guard an his chair and lay sprawled on the stone
swered, but leaned nearer. It was his last floor, three men with bars of steel came
voluntary act, for with the rapidity of a dashing in and flung themselves upon the
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striking cobra two sinewy arms slipped common enemy. Halfway to the tele
between the bars and fingers closed phone a keeper fell and moved no more.
around his throat. Rigid and erect he A bar crashed heavily against the switch
stood, the life passing from him while board; another circled and crushed the
steel bars were bended and broken off. skull of one of the two remaining guards.
There was now room to drag the body in The last one fought bravely. Shot
side the dormitory. through one arm, he crouched behind the
Jules the Peach worked rapidly. He table and fired until the magazine of his
donned the uniform stripped hastily from automatic was empty. A bar descended.
the keeper, seized the keys and plucked· He crumpled and lay still among the
the pistol from its holster. It was loaded blood stained cards.
and ready. Next he gave his attention The guard room had been won. Now
to the keys, selecting one and passing the the shooting ceased and convicts 'vith
others to one of his lieutenants. Boldly keys ran quickly along the various 'vings.
now he stepped through the opening into Doors were unlocked. Relegues boiled
the corridor and unlocked the door. from the dormitories. Those with mili
Necklace stepped forth and shambled tary training were given loaded rifles.
convict. fashion toward the guard room. Of these the Peach took command, and
A few paces behind him the pseudo-guard ordered •the storming of the outer gate.
followed, key in hand, the vizored cap Soon the moonlit courtyard was flooded
pulled low. In the dormitory, crouching with men. Rifles at the gate flashed and
like tigers prepared for their kill, the other were answered by the deployed line of
conspirators waited, at least three of Jules the Peach. Steadily the line ad
them clutching deadly weapons. vanced, a howling mob behind it. The
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guillotine was overturned. The guard on tunately the shop and sleeping quarters of
duty before the House of Double Chains the ex-couturier �ere not far away. Dur
emptied his pistol and fled. He .reached �
ing the time he worked for Surgeon Milius
the wall, but there was bayoneted and and had been permitted to roam practi
his keys taken from him. cally free around the penitentiary and
Now the whole settlement was aroused. settlement, he had come to know where
Guards off duty slipped on their belts and Max dwelt and designed his creations for
hastened toward the penitentiary. The the women of the higher officials. Max,
director left his dinner table to find a use Cornelius reasoned, resigned to perpetual
less telephone. A subordinate fetched banishment from his beloved Paris,
him word that the outer gate had been would take no part in the prison break,
forced. Rifle shots near at hand attested and would for safety's sake most likely
this. And now, through the streets of be found sticking closely to his own
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of Double Chains, but hampered now scattering reports came floating back on
with ball and chain. the night wind. But Cornelius had no
time to waste. Abruptly now he turned
AT FffiST Cornelius had been and took a path which led away from the
tempted to join in the mad dash settlement. He had barely a hundred
for freedom, but brief reflection yards to cover.
had shown him that it would be Stealthily he picked his way, the iron
but a useless throwing away of his life. ball in hand, fearful that the clanking of
Few indeed were the chances for liberty his chain might bring disaster, arriving at
held by the unfettered. For him, holding length at his destination. Perched on a
the heavy ball and swinging the ironed leg, knoll within hailing distance of the rear
to run from the prison yard would be mere wing of the penitentiary, the small house
suicide. On the other hand, to linger of Max stood all but hidden from view by
where he was among the dead and a cluster of dwarfed cabbage palms and
wounded, he could look forward only to a breadfruit trees. There was a bit of a
renewal of his bonds if not, indeed, to a porch on the prison side of what Max
bullet of vengeance from some one of the chose to call his salon, and on it a figure
surviving guards certain to return. in white stood motionless beside ..a climb
And suddenly he thought of Max, his ing vine. Cornelius, taking no chances,
only link with the outside world. For- halted while still a hundred feet distant.
80 STEPHEN ALLEN REYNOLDS
Simultaneously the white figure moved him while he sat inactive and helpless.
and a low voiced challenge came ·
It was humiliating. It was high time he
"Qui est la?' acted on his own initiative.
Cornelius recognized the guarded tones "Did Madame Julie get into trouble
as those of Max. Boldly he answered on my account?" he asked presently.
and drew near, and cordial was his wel "Not at all," Max answered. "She is
come. still presiding over the Coq d'Or."
"I've been thinking not a little about It may have been the abrupt transition
you," Max said, "but I scarcely expected from the horrible place of double chains
a visit from you." to the luxury of his present surroundings
On the point of opening the screen door that sponsored his mood; it may have
of his salon he paused to listen as a stac been the accumulated bitterness that
cato crackling in the distance drowned the burned like acid within him and that, like
desultory popping of rifles. It ceased acid, had gnawed its way out. In any
abruptly, then burst forth again. event Cornelius was through for all time
"Machine guns," he said, and shrugged with inactive waiting and hoping while
his shoulders. "The poor fools!". he added others worked and planned for him.
and led the way inside. The key moved in the lock. The anklet
In the room, part workshop, part bou opened on stiffened hinge and fell to the
doir, a shaded light disclosed a pier glass floor. Max straightened up and spoke
and matched pieces of furniture in cane regretfully:
and ivory enamel. Cornelius noted . at "I couldn't do a thing for you in the
one side of the chamber a sewing machine House of Double Chains. That's the
standing before a bench heaped with one place forbidden to me. But now I
varicolored soft materials. He was about can hide you here until "
to take the comfortable chair Max indi He stopped, for Cornelius seemed not
cated, but hesitated as he glimpsed a to be listening. . Instead he was on his
graceful figure standing motionless beside feet, staring contemptuously at the wax
a silken screen. figure, while thinking that he after all had
From drawing the curtains Max turned lately been cast for a role as inert and
in time to note the embarrassed pause. flavorless as that of the pink and white
"That's only Fernande, my wax as "Fernande" standing yonder. It was a
sistant," he said with a chuckle, and fell galling thought.
to making his guest as comfortable as Suddenly he turned to Max and gripped
possible. him by the hand.
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reach the Dutch shore. But the dead plaint which he alleged had been sent to
men at least had tried! And so would he. the police just previous to the raid, but
Firmly he shook off the hand which had had no definite success.
would have stayed him, and headed for "Probably one of your. rivals in the
the door. Now that he had tasted free cafe line," he had told her vaguely.
dom for the second time, relieved of The deep howl of a steamer's siren in
ball and chain, his fighting instinct rode terrupted her reflections, and she knew
supreme and spurred him on. the monthly boat from France was at the
pier. The signal station had reported its
approach several hours before, and Ma
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dame Julie looked forward to a busy eve
FRONT PAGE NEWS
ning. New patrons would arrive. Old
customers from among the officers and
HE DECEMBER rain fell on the crew would throng her tables and sit
tiled roofs of Cayenne and washed beneath the welcome fans.
the cobbles of the Rue Glorieux. Soon customers drifted in, and pres
To Madame Julie the rain itself meant ently the mail arrived. There were
little or nothing. It marked at least a periodicals for the house and Madame
passing of time. The big revolt was over, Julie busied herself placing the illustrated
Max had probably taken no part in it, weeklies in their holders. Men gathered
she reasoned, and the American, a pris at the paper rack and chose their favorite
oner within a prison, would be safe in the journal.
House of Double Chains. It had been but Sailors in blue dungaree now entered.
a few weeks since he had been captured. White jacketed stewards from the docked
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At the approaching Maritime Tri steamer followed, and the Coq d'Or rang
bunal's session at St. Laurent he would be with jest and the clinging of glasses.
tried and sentenced probably to a year of Cards at one table, dominoes at another,
solitary on Tie St. Joseph. With the com the mariners amused themselves at vari
pletion of that year another escape might ous games.
be planned. She would be glad to help. The haze of tobacco smoke grew
She liked the fellow. She thought of the thicker, and the banter became louder.
message . which had come to her through Cimienne tripped to and fro with her
Hannibal, the pilot. Max reported that tray. A fireman, more boisterous than
it was impossible to communicate with his fellows, pawed her shapely brown arm
No. 48,987. H� was in the House of the and received the usual warning. There
Double Chains. Nothing could be done was another cafe farther down the street
for him pending his trial late in December. toward the barracks where he could
Her thoughts reverted this rainy after swear as loudly as he pleased and put
noon to the preliminary inquiry held the his feet on the chairs. He could paw
morning after the raid. The prisoner had women to his heart's content in the huts
stoutly denied complicity on the part of of the castoffs along the Street of the Lost
any one connected with the Coq d'Or. Souls.
He had found a rear door open and had That particular table subsided, but as
crept upstairs and to an unoccupied evening approached one of the card
room. To Colonel Molyneux she owed playing sailors seemed to be in line for re
much, for it was by reason of his inter.. proof or ejection. A dark fellow of wiry
cession that she was not summoned to build and quick movements, his voice
attend the inquiry. rang out at intervals, protesting, com
Molyneux indeed had proved to be a plaining, defying, vociferating in a high
friend a friend in need and in a high pitched patois of Southern France that
place. He had even attempted to learn his comrades were idiots and imbeciles,
the authorship of the anonymous com.. that they could not distinguish a knave
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82 STEPHEN ALLEN REYNOLDS
from a deuce, that he was superior to The colonel paused to gulp down the
them in every respect. last of his drink, and then added as an
They were playing for money as well as afterthought :
for drinks. When the dark fellow lost, "It 18 too bad that we have been un..
his abuse rose high and shrill. When he able to locate your American friend. I
won, his bony fist crashed upon the table really was jealotts of him at the time you
top with the taking of each trick, while had him hidden upstairs. Unlucky devil!
jeering taunts issued from his lips. He's probably at the bottom of the
Many times Madame Julie cast an an Maroni, weighted down by the ball and
noyed glance in the sailor's direction, and chain. He might be "
as many times she twned to her accounts "What do you mean, mon Colonel?"
and bit her lip. After all the place was Madame Julie broke in. "Why should
neither a nursery for young folk nor a special search be made for the American
tea room where one came to nibble who hid in my house unbeknownst to
chicken wings and babble politely; but a me?" Apparently calm, she hung on his
cabaret where men came to drink and answer.
while away the hours with cards and dice. "Evidently you haven't read the Cou
The rainy afternoon drew near its rier," Molyneux said. "Shame on you for
close. Keepers entered, and over their not keeping up with the gossip of the
• aperitifs discussed the aftermath of the town ! Look on the front page. I'll give
bloody revolt at St. Laurent. It had been you more of the story when I see you
the greatest outbreak in all the history of again. Just now I must hasten away to
French Guiana, and not since the libera my duties."
tion of Alfred Dreyfus from Devil's Scarcely had the screen door banged be
Island had the colony been so wrought up. hind Molyneux before Madame Julie
The musicians entered and doffed their was on her way to her desk. The local
dripping waterproofs. The keepers, most evening paper lay there untouched.
of them maiTied men living in quarters, Press of duties had precluded her nightly
departed for their dinners. Some of the scanning of it. Curiously she picked up
steamship men left also, but others re the four-page sheet and gave her atten
mained to dine on shore. Among these tion to the front page. Fully a half of
latter were the card playing sailors, their the latter was covered by various ver
number now reduced to four. sions of the bloody revolt. Pity and
horror moved her as she skimmed rapidly
C O L O N E L MOLYNE UX through the tragic detail� amplifying the
came in for an absinthe, and colonel's description. From the final
while drinking it gave Madame paragraph her eyes leaped to the top of
Julie a few details concerning the the page, where under a separate caption
revolt at Guiana's principal convict depot. a remarkable story appeared.
"We haven't the complete figures yet," Over and over again Madame Julie
he told her. "Reports are still coming in. read the text, and again and again mixed
We know that nearly two hundred fleeing emotions stirred within - her womanly
convicts were shot down by the Mar bosom. Her first thoughts were of the
tinique regulars. Eighteen or twenty of American, lying probably at the bottom
them survived to reach the Dutch side of of the river. It was too bad that he could
the river. We know that the body of the not have lived. He was a brave fellow
planner of the outbreak, a fellow they with wide shoulders and fine eyes. In
called Jules the Peach, was found dressed evitably her thoughts turned on Max.
in a keeper's uniform just beyond the He would be downcast at the develop
prison gates. Practically every relegue ment.
has been put at grave digging or in the Years rolled back, and for a few pre
coffin shop." cious minutes the mistress of the Coq
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d'Or returned to Paris. Max was by her stood crouching, his eyelids drooping as
side, gay and debonair. They were though to meet the curling upper lip now
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driving in the Bois. Horse chestnut drawn wolf-like above his gleaming teeth.
leaves were sailing by their carriage. Too late to dodge the savage kick which
They were discussing the subject of where rewarded his blow, he screamed a vile
to dine that October evening, both of word and snatched up a heavy glass
them happily ignorant of the horrible carafe half filled with water.
thing to come to pass within one short "Cochonl'' the other snarled, closing in.
week. A deep breath, a stern compression Although sturdier and stronger than
of her lips and Madame Julie raised her his darker and smaller mate he was unable
eyes to make change for a departing to dodge the descending bottle. It crashed
customer. heavily atop the head of . the loser who
Dinner over, the night advanced, but crumpled and lay still.
still the gambling sailors continued at A little cry of horror came from Ma
their table. The dark fellow was winning dame Julie.
heavily, and shortly after eleven one of "Messieurs ! Messieurs !'' she called fran
his mates rose and departed, leaving. a tically, and stepped toward the scene of
month's wages behind. the brief battle.
The crowd thinned out. The musicians "Shut up, you cow," the survivor
covered their instruments and left, and bellowed. "Fetch me a drink and be
at this juncture another of the gamblers quick about it."
cursed heartily and called for a consoling Coolly, the insolent patron set down the
drink. He downed it at a swallow, and carafe and went about stuffing the win
with empty pockets headed for the ship, nings into his pocket.
leaving the dark fellow and his mate to " Vachel"
finish the game. It was the supreme insult to a woman of
It was fully half an hour later when France. Never before in her thirty-odd
Madame Julie approached their table. years of existence had Madame Julie
''Messieurs," she said. "it is time for me been called a cow. Fire kindled in her
to close.'' eyes as she advanced and flung herself
"Just a few minutes more, madame," upon the surprised sailor. Her fingers
the winner told her, ''and I will have the entwined in his dark hair, she succeeded
money of this cabbage head." in knocking his head against the marble
Madame Julie, complacent but far top table.
from being pleased, shrugged her shoul Quickly, however, the sailor twisted
ders and turned, but barely had she taken himself free, and straightening, seized the
three steps toward her cash desk before infuriated woman by the throat. Deeper
harsh words reached her ears. and deeper his thumbs sank from view.
"I thought so !" a voice snarled. A horrible pain engulfed her. Her
"These cards are crimped. You would knees gave way. Sinking, she gurgled an
cheat an old friend, you stinking shark! inarticulate call for help.
Give me back my money !"
"Give you nothing !" the winner rasped.
CHAPTER XV
Chair legs grated as Madame Julie turned
to see the two men facing each other. THE SWING OF THE PENDULUM
The dark fellow's fingers were spread
over his winnings as though to protect OISELESSLY the barefoot black
the pile of crumpled banknotes and silver� woman moved about on the
"I will have my money !" the loser earthen floor of her hut, pausing
shouted. now and then to look at the white man
A back handed blow from the other cut who lay sleeping on a pile of leaves. In
short further utterance. The winner his honor she had slain two chickens, and
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even now they were stewing on the open "and you should get through, find Ma
fire outside. Yams and breadfruit were dame Julie. She will help you.,
baking also among the coals, to be ready He. had gnawed the last crumb of bitter
when the guest should awaken from his chocolate, long, long ago. He had lost
long sleep. the pistol while swimming the first river
Night fell. Clouds hid moon and stars, just above the settlement of Sinnamarie.
and presently a gentle rain pattered on The flashlight had given out during the
the frond thatched roof and dropped hiss blackness of the second night" or was it
ing on the fire. The black woman looked the third? It happened on the beach he
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to her pot, and thrust a tin fork into one had to follow to reach the river mouth •
of the yams. It was done. Satisfied, she where Cayenne nestled on its island. He
turned away, when a guttural call came had tried to go on, but stumbled over the
to her from an adjoining hut and another roots of rotting mangroves. He had tried
bush negress approached and made in to sleep, but winged creatures brushed his
quiries. Beneath a gable extension of face and huge land crabs clattered around
plaited leaves they stood sheltered from and over him.
the rain while the first negress volun Now the smoke of strong tobacco came
teered particulars to her neighbor. to his nostrils. A soft crooning came to
Yes; it was the same deporte whom she his ears. He raised his head and saw in
and her man had sheltered some two the dim light shed by a battered lantern,
months before. He had been retaken in the black woman. Her face was familiar.
Cayenne and had been sent back to the He sat erect and examined her at closer
big prison in the forest. That morning range. Yes; it was she who had harbored
at sunrise she had seen him swimming the him before. Quickly now he glanced
river, to fall exhausted on the beach al around and recognized his homely sur
most at the very door of her house. As roundings. They were the same, even to
to how long he would stay, she knew not. the empty bird cage hanging near the
When her man returned from the upriver door. The converted oil tin which served
country he would get in touch with the as water bucket stood in its accustomed
yellow haired woman in Cayenne. Per place, the dipper fashioned from a coco
haps she would give another bolt of nut shell placed nearby it.
bright calico and many trinkets of beauty. Immediately definite knowledge of his
The neighbor departed to her own hut whereabouts flashed upon him. He had
and fire, and now the black hostess reen conquered the jungle; conquered the
tered her house and squatted near the lonely stretches of tropic beach soaked
sleeping man. She found tobacco and alternately by light of sun and moon, or
rolled herself a cigar. Crooning softly, plunged in deepest shadow. He was
she smoked and awaited the awakening of within two miles of Cayenne!
her guest. He was wide awake now, and scrambled
Cornelius opened his eyes. At first his to his feet. The black woman smiled at
benumbed senses caught no hint of his him and spoke. The words conveyed no
location. It was dark overhead, unusu meaning to him. As he had learned be
ally dark for the House of Double Chains. fore, her knowledge of French was limited
Mechanically he moved his right leg. to the single word tabac. But the pan of
No yoke tugged at his ankle. He bent meat and broth she set before him was
the left leg and felt for the steel anklet. eloquent of her purpose, and eagerly he
It was gone. Now he remembered ; Max fell to eating.
had unlocked it. And when he had run Strength seeped into him with each
bare headed into the jungle, Max had spoonful and morsel. Again and again
recalled him and forced chocolate, a flash the negress filled his pan. At length he
light and a loaded pistol on him. could eat no more. He stood up and
"If you must go," he had told him, smiled his thanks, then crossed to the
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doorway and looked out. He saw other HE GAINED the first of the
fires twinkling here and there in the little outlying hovels. A cur snarled
village of negro huts, and beyond them, at him from the denser shad
across the marshes, the pale and lurid ows, but all else was dark and
glow of a city's lights. silent. He kept on and passed Jl]ong a
There lay .Cayenne, Cornelius thought; deserted street. Yonder was a warehouse.
and beyond those lights, in all probability, He recognized it, passed it and bore to the
lay some sea going craft under another left. Now the Coq d'Or was but a few
flag than the Tricolor of France. He steps away. He drew nearer until pres
might find refuge on one of them. He ently he could see the cafe and the single
would not trespass upon the hospitality of palm tree behind it. Still nearer he ap
Madame Julie, but would at least pause proached, hugging the wall across the
long enough to thank her for her former street, until he had an oblique view of the
kindness. room in which dim lights were burning.
Renewed courage -filled him as he looked Far down the Rue Glorieux, beneath a
on the lights of Cayenne. The pendulum sickly street lamp, two men were argu
of fate had swung too long against him. ing drunkenly. Now Cornelius moved
Surely it was due now to swing the other stealthily across the street and stood near
way. He would press on. He knew the the gate leading into the courtyard. He
winding path across the marshes. De listened intently, and above the patter of
spite the darkness, guided partly by the the rain he could hear voices in the big
glow of Cayenne's lights, and partly by room. Madame Julie was.. still keeping
the hazel and violet mist which hung over open. It was not as late as he had imag
the river on his left, he could find his way. ined. He opened the gate carefully and
The gentle rain meant nothing to him. passed through into the courtyard. And
Wet and ragged and empty handed he carefully and noiselessly he lifted the
would go let come what might. latch of the screen door leading into the
Now he turned to the black woman and kitchen. The door yielded to his touch.
tried to make her understand. His words It was hot and dark in there, but dry.
were useless, but as he pointed first at He found a chair and sat inhaling the
himself and then toward Cayenne, she fragrance from a steaming urn on the
smiled and nodded. What was more stove's edge. A coffee hunger was on
natural than that the white man, rested him, but he dared not risk the possible
and strong· with food, should steal into clink of spoon and cup. There soon
Cayenne to see the yellow haired woman ? would be time enough for all that.
Along the yielding path, Cornelius The minutes lengthened, and now he
strode, the rain falling lightly on him. pictured Madame Julie's gasp of amaze
He judged by his fill of sleep that the hour ment when she should lay eyes on him.
was late. The time would be ideal to steal Direct from the House of Double Chains;
into the rear courtyard of the Coq d'Or, through the cruel jungle and across the
and perhaps through the native maid who rivers; empty handed and alone he had
had served him before, get in touch with done well to get this far !
Madame Julie. Beyond that he had no The sound of a voice raised in anger
definite plan. He might creep around the interrupted his reflections. Cornelius
outskirts of the city and secrete himself moved across the kitchen and pushed
aboard some tramp steamship. He might softly on the swinging door. Beyond lay
be retaken. He might escape. the pantry, another swinging door barring
On and on he moved, the muddy path a the way to the big room. Again came a
boulevard compared with the jungle trail harsh voice followed by the sound of
where spreading roots and hanging liana scraping chair legs, a blow, and the fall of
vines had tripped him on his march to the some heavy object. He approached the
sea.jj second swinging door and opening it
86 STEPHEN ALLEN REYNOLDS
slightly, was in time to hear Madame enne, the maid, bending over the sailor
Julie given the unforgivable epithet, and who had first fallen. The fellow whom he
to witness her attempt at retaliation. had vanquished still lay where he had
Rage filled him. He burst through the fallen.
pantry door, leaped toward the struggling "Praise God you are here !" Madame
pair and hurled himself at the man. Julie said hoarsely. "I have sent for the
Seizing him roughly by the collar he police. They will take care of "
wrenched him back and away from the "Police!" Cornelius echoed, fresh terror
half conscious Madame Julie. Now the gripping him. "Then I'll be off."
dark fellow was at his own throat. He Weakly he staggered rather than walked
tore lose the clutching fingers, but an up toward the pantry door, but had taken
raised knee caught him in the pit of the only three or four steps when a detaining
stomach. hand fell on the ragged sleeve of the shirt.
He was forced to close in. To regain "Is it possible that you don't know
his breath he had to stall for time. On what has happened since the revolt?" a
the white blouse of his adversary he gentle but husky voice breathed in his
buried his face and twined his arms ear. "You have nothing to fear from the
around him. Some of the pain left him. police. Come. Read tonight's paper."
Strength seeped back into him, and he Dully, with a vacant expression, Cor
strove to put his man down. Around and nelius stared and listened. Why should
around they spun. For the second time he not fear the police? Was he back in
Cornelius lif�ed him partly off his feet the jungle again, or on the beach, hoping
and bore him backward. A table crashed. against hope that his dream of freedom
Now they were on the floor, rolling over might come true? Still uncomprehending
and over, the sailor clawing and biting, he permitted himself to be led to a table,
Cornelius striking at his jaw. Again and and dropping into a chair fell to reading
again with a fury born perhaps of pain, the paper which Madame Julie placed in
perhaps of a caged existence, he lashed his hands.
out short armed blows with every ounce With widening eyes he read the cap
of weight and strength left to him. Sud tion : "Freedom Beckons Too Late To
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denly the ceiling lights were switched on, Missing American Convict" ; and with
and in the flooding brilliance, as he felt a bounding pulses devoured the printed
thumb at his eyeball, he struck for the matter below. It ran :
last time.
His opponent wilted beneath him, Unavailing search has been made at St.
Laurent and vicinity for the American relegu�
trembled, and then lay still, with blood No. 48,987, Cornelius Storm, by name, who has
oozing from nose and lip. been missing from the disciplinary house since
Slowly, very slowly, Cornelius stag the quelling of the late revolt. It is thought
gered to his feet and looked around. Un likely that the American was drowned or shot
while attempting to cross the Maroni to Dutch
kempt and bloody though he was, despite
soil, and that he will never learn that freedom in
his Wlfamiliar beard and dripping rags, -
police hiding on the upper floor of a resort in turned from his papers, wondering, and
the Rue Glorieux. faced the entrance door.
Soon Madame Julie and Molyneux ap
Cornelius raised his head.
peared, and straightway the latter ap
"The pendulum is at last swinging for
proached his superior.
me," he told himself softly.
"A miracle has happened, rnon General,"
He saw Madame Julie at the telephone
he said. "The American prisoner we have
and heard her ask repeatedly that Colonel
been looking for turned up for the sec
Molyneux be located and sent without
ond time at the Coq d'Or in time to save
delay to the Coq d'Or. He knew not who
this good woman from a brutal attack.
this colonel might be, or where he figured
The assailant is now under lock and key.
in the events to come. It was enough for
The American, much the worse for wear,
him that the pendulum was swinging his
is waiting just outside. He knows noth
way. Fatigue fell away from · him. The
ing of his case except what he has read
wine of contentment stole through his
in the Courier. I would ask of your Ex
veins. He sat erect in his rags, and with
cellency that you take appropriate ac
smiling unconcern watche.d the entering
tion."
policemen.
A few gruff questions, some enlight
ening answers, and the governor-general
CHAPTER XVI
directed that the prisoner be shown in.
FREE
Cornelius entered walking free and un
attended. Despite his rags, his torn flesh
, T THE remodeled monastery which and many bruises, a great joy welled
served him for a residence and within him, drowning all sense of fatigue
offices, his Excellency the gover-
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and bodily pain. His eyes swept the room
nor-general of Guiana was sitting · up and fastened upon the scholarly features
unusually late while poring over com of the white bearded governor-general.
municationr-:- from St. Laurent. He was Slowly he approached the massive desk.
scholarly in appearance, with bulging For a minute his Excellency surveyed
forehead and flowing beard of white, and the forlorn but erect figure of the prisoner,
there the likeness ended. Ex-colonel of and then he frowned and stroked his
horse artillery, disciplinarian, unflinching white beard.
colonial servant of France, the quality of "I'll not ask you how you came to be
mildness was lacking in him. Not so, at liberty," he said at length, "nor why,
justice. And further be it said to his above all the other places in the city of
credit, he was a despiser of governmental Cayenne, you should repeatedly select
red tape in all its forms. the Coq d'Or as a refuge. It is sufficient
He was in the midst of dictating to a that you are here, and alive."
secretary when suddenly his body servant The speaker paused to fish among the
approached and stood apologetically be.. papers on his desk, selecting therefrom a.
fore him. sheaf of documents from which he flipped
"What is it?" his Excellency barked, two or three of the uppermost sheets and
annoyed at the interruption. consulted the opening paragraph. Again,
"It is Colonel Molyneux and the not unkindly, he addressed the prisoner
cabaret woman who runs the Coq d'Or, standing mutely before him .
sir. The colonel insists on seeing you im "Would it interest you to know who
mediately." killed Gaston Moreau?" he asked softly,
The governor-general frowned. a quizzical glint in his eyes.
"He says it is a matter of great im "It is perhaps the most important thing
portance,'' the servant added, "and con in life to me," Cornelius answered simply.
cerns the escaped American prisoner." "I have here," the governor-general
"Show them in." Abruptly the speaker continued, "the transcript of an accusa-
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tion made under oath to the police of "It all happened very quickly. We picked up
the knife:and took some money from the dresser
Marseilles. I had preliminary advices
drawer. We waited for quite awhile, but no one
two or three days ago, since which time came. Then we slipped quietly out of the hotel
we have been looking for you. This and to the room we shared in the Rue Serpe.
transcript gives fuller details. It arrived Next day we read in the paper of an American
by cable but a few hours ago. Previous being arrested for the crime. A few days later
Sampiero and I shipped aboard a steamer in
to reading it to you I had better tell you
the Argentine trade.
briefly of the events leading up to the "Months later we learned that the American
arrest of the one for whose crime you had been convicted of the crime. Stabbed in
stand convic ted." the chest by Jerame Sampiero, and anxious to
see justice done, I most solemnly swear that
Again his Excellency paused, this time
this statement is true, and subscribe my name
to clear his throat. to it."
'•It would seem," he resumed, "that
two steamship stewards had a fight in a The governor-general finished reading,
Marseilles dive. One. of them, Sampiero laid down the papers and rose. He ap
by name, stabbed his mate, but before he proached Cornelius, gazed thoughtfully
could flee, the police caught and held him. and pityingly at him for some moments.
The wounded man was fatally hurt, but "My son," he said presently in gentle
before he died he made a sworn statment tones, "you have suffered much. I am
to the police, accusing Sampiero of a sorry. France, like other nations, acts
previous murder. The dead man, Du at times on misinformation. But she's
casse by name, had his revenge, for I have never ungrateful never unready to re
been advised that Sampiero has been tract or to reward. I haven't the power
induced to confess and substantiate in to pardon you or to commute your sen
every detail the accusation which I will tence in any .way. But I am invested
now read to you." with the authority to parole you." .
Again the governor-general transferred His Excellency turned to Madame
his attention to the sheet uppermost in Julie.
his hand, and in clear, incisive tones read "Until further orders, pending action
as follows : by the Court of Cassation, I hereby parole
the prisoner in your custody. Look well
"I, Edouard Ducasse, hereby accuse Jerbme
after him."
Sampiero of the murder of one Gaston Moreau
� his room at the Hatel Suisse, in the Rue St. Madame Julie and Cornelius passed
Severin. Paris. Moreau was the chief steward along the corridor and stood for a mo
of a steamship in the Mediterranian trade. ment on the stone steps worn smooth by
Sampiero and I were working under him. We tread of tonsured holy men and martial
were all discharged for stealing liquors and
heel. It had stopped raining. The stars
stores. We learned that Moreau was cheating
uc; out of our share of the booty, and we were were peeping forth. Rain drops still
looking forward to a settlement late in July of glistened on the pale yellow hair of the
last year. woman. At thought of Max, well and
uwe came into his room at the Hatel Suisse truly served, she smiled. Likewise a smile
and found him with a cut on his hand and
bumps on his head. He told us he had had a
appeared on the bruised features of Cor
fight with an American over a suit of clothes. nelius Storm.
We accused him of cheating us. He struck Each busy with own thoughts, still
Sampiero., and before I could interfere Sampiero smiling, they set off for the Rue Glorieux,
had drawn a knife. Moreau kicked this out of
deaf alike to the murmuring voices behind
his hand. Sampiero picked up a bottle and
smashed Moreau again and again over the them, to the sweet piping of the night
head. heron in the marshes beyond.
THE END
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NKNOWN to the men who held the the military orders Hospitallers and
eastern frontier in the year 1260� Templars for the most part. They had
the curtain had risen upon the last fortified themselves along the coast from
act of the Crusades. Nearly a century Antioch south to Gaza, and with their
before Saladin had struck his blow to backs to the sea they awaited what was to
wrest Jerusalem from the knights, and be, without hope of further aid from
thereafter Richard the Lion Heart had Europe.
failed in his gallant attempt to recover it. The curtain rose, and the man who
Now the men who garrisoned the front came out at once upon the stage looked
line of Christianity were soldier monks of more like a clown than anything else.
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He spoke his own prologue, prophesying But he is really the Commander of the
war. He was Baibars, the Panther. Once Faithful, the good kalif of the Thousand
they had called him the Crossbowman , and One Nights. True, the name in the
but now he was Sultan of Egypt. And he tales is that of Haroun the Blessed ; the
is well worth a second glance. deeds, however, are Baibars'. He, not
No doubt he appears mad, but he is not. the cold and cautious Haroun of two cen
He plays the tricks of a clown to amuse turies before, feasted gigantically and
himself, but he is not a clown . He is de passed his days in disguise among his
lighted when he manages to disappear people; he appointed porters to be
altogether from our sight. He is quite princes, and made princes into porters to
capable of coming on again as a beggar or a gratify a whim ; he assembled the fairest
wandering crossbowman and woe to the girls of that part of the world, to add
fellow player who gives his identity away. variety to his harem.
The Panther is, in brief, a true actor of the The real scene of the Thousand and One
East that we have never understood, and Nights is not Bagdad but Cairo.* The
he is a great actor. One of his audience, river with its pleasure barges rowed by
the friar William of Tripoli, said that, as a slaves is the Nile, not the Tigris. The
soldier, he was not inferior to Julius unruly slaves of the nights are the Mam
Caesar, nor did he yield in malignity to luks.
�ero. ·
And yet he had a canny sense of fi At the same time they swept before them the remnants of
enemies fleeing from Central Asia-Turkomans, Kharesmians,
nance. In the first days of his sultanate Othman Turks. These warriors of the East made their appear
ance around the lands of the Crusaders, who were outnumbered
he reduced all taxes, while he met his by the hard fighting multitudes.
In Egypt, under the rule of the Mamluks, the fugitive clans
enonnous expenditures by levies on con found a place to settle down and turn against the Mongols, while
the Crusaders were too weak in numbers to do more than retire
quered territory. He built hospitals out to their strongholds and watch events.
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ting an end forever to the dynasty of the Meanwhile the division of the horde
kalifs. Then it l1ad turned aside long led by a general named Ketbogha hast
enough to demoJish the strongholds of ened up from Damascus, and the Mam
the Assassins in the mountains of Persia. luks were face to face with the conquerors
This army was und�r command of from the Gobi. The battle began at
Hulagu, a grandson of Genghis Khan. Ain-i-Jalut the Well of Goliath.
Slowly and remorselessly it moved over Many tales are told of this battle. It
the Euphrates, captured Aleppo and is clear that the Mongols were outnum
camped beneath the hill villages of the bered at lea�t three or four to one that
Armenians. Haython, king of the ·A r their charge broke one of the Moslem
menians, swore alliance with Hulagu wings and staggered the Sultan's center,
Khan, as did the Christians in Antioch. when the masses of Mamluk cavalry
On his part Hulagu had announced that counter-attacked and bore down Ketbo
he would regain Jerusalem for the Cru gha's warriors.
saders and for a moment the Crusaders The Mongols were driven from the
on the coast rejoiced in the prospect of a field. Without support, weakened by the
mighty, although inflexible ally when great heat, the men of the horde were
the Kha Khan of all the hordes died away harried to the north. Ketbogha was
in the East, at his city in the Gobi sands. slain. Baibars, exulting in his victory,
Hulagu had to journey with his ordu back pressed forward without respite, on the
to the East, but Haython persuaded him heels of the Mongol horsemen in their
to leave a division of his army behind.. bronze armor and dark enameled helmets.
This division numbered about ten thou As the wrack of thorn bush flies before
sand men. But until now, except for one the wind, the riders of the Gobi sped be
or two setbacks, a Mongol division had neath the gray walls of Hebron, down
never been defeated. into the gorge of the Jordan beyond the
Meanwhile the Mongols had sent to Jordan to the headwaters of the Eu
Egypt a summons to submit, in their phrates. They vanished into the salt
usual blunt way. desert, leaving the black banners of the
"These are the words of him who rules Mamluks flying over D.amascus.
the earth tear down your walls and sub Baibars did not turn back from the pur
mit. It is for you to fly, for us to pursue. suit until he had regained Aleppo.
Our horses are very swift, our swords like For the first time since the triumph of
thunderbolts, our hearts hard as moun Genghis Khan, the Mongol horsemen
tains. Be warned. Otherwise that will had met their match. The real test of
happen which· will happen, and what it is strength between the riders of the Gobi
to be we know not." and the slave warriors of Cairo was still to
This summons filled the Mamluks of come; but in this lightning rush of events
Egypt with fear and anger in equal meas in the year 1260, the Mongols passed from
ure. But Baibars called for war, and in Palestine, leaving Jerusalem secure in the
the end he had his way. The heads of the Panther's hands.
Mongol envoys were cut off and hung It happened with the swiftness of a
above the gates of Cairo, and the host of windstorm, whirling up the sand from the ..
Egypt rode over the sands into Palestine plain. With the Mongols removed from
to meet the dreaded horde. Most of the the scene, the Panther turned his atten
Mamluks rode unwillingly, and the Arab tion to the Crusaders. He meant to
contingents hung back, ready to bolt. strike at them before the Mongols could
Then the one eyed Panther himself a return.
Tartar, wise in the warfare of the steppes But Baibers was much too wise to make
-took command of the advance and sur war in haste. First, he made certain
prised and broke up a Mongol detach preparations of his own.
ment at Gaza. To discourage another Crusade against
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Egypt by· sea, he blocked up the Damietta skill. Glory was to be had, of course, in
channel with rocks and moved the city driving out the infidels, but hard knocks
its�lf back up the river; he built signal and little spoil as well. Baibars did not
towers along the coast, organized a relay underestimate his foes in the slightest.
pigeon post between Cairo and Damascus. He wanted, of course, to round out his
To strengthen his frontiers, and to add new empire by clearing the coast. But,
to his treasury, he seized Damascus more than that, he looked upon this task
treacherously, accusing its lord of allying as a duty. The Panther, cruel and treach
himself with the Mongols. Including the erous as the beast for which he was
Armenians in this accusation, he marched named, had a soul.
north and ravaged the hill castles that had
been secure even in Saladin's wars. With DURING his peregrinations
throngs of captives, and an Armenian Baibars had examined most of
prince, and camel trains of spoil, he left the Crusader citadels, and he
the mountain ranges and the ruins of the knew the ground thoroughly.
castles smoking behind him. To impress Some thirty fortified points confronted
Christian and Assassin envoys who visited him, ranging from huge Antioch with its
him during this march, he mutilated and hundred thousand motley inhabitants,
then put to death five hundred Armenian to the Krak des Chevaliers with its enor
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"The king of the French, the king of dels, one at a time by swift thrusts that
England, the emperor of Germany, and depended upon surprise and weight of
the Roman* emperor have marched numbers and power of siege engines for
against us aforetime. They have van rapid success. Like Hannibal, he had a
ished like a storm chased by the wind. varied but devoted host behind him, made
May they come again ! May he come, the up of trained Mamluks, Berber and Arab
King Charles, and the Greek with him levies,. with the negroes of the Sudan.
·and even the Mongol. We will. enrich Such a force, even more than Saladin's,
ourselves with their treasures, and will be was formidable in victory but undepend
glorified as victors in the holy war." able when checked for any time. And
In spite of this challenge, Baibars did Baibars had all a Tartar's instinct for
not wish to call down upon his head a secrecy and swiftness of action.
general Crusade. He kept his fingers on The Crusaders knew when he led his
the pulse of Europe through the Vene army from Cairo for the first blow in 1265.
tians, who now frankly made alliances Baibars marched rapidly north from
with the Moslems ; and he kept an eye Jerusalem, and they were watching for
on the doings of the Mongols in Persia him around Acre when his black stand
through his spies. He had set his heart ards suddenly appeared before the small
on clearing the Crusaders from the coast walled town of Caesarea in the south.
of the Holy Land which Saladin had not His Mamluks stormed the outer wall, and
been able to accomplish and he planned ..set up their siege engines brought up in
deftly to do this without rousing Europe pieces on camel and mule back before
to a new Crusade. the citadel, which held out for a week.
To march against the formidable The Panther turned over the castle to his
knights, who had been strengthening their men to plunder, while he worked with his
network of castles from Jaffa to Antioch, own hands at razing the fortifications.
was a task calling for the utmost care and He had determined to destroy all the
*The Byzantine emperor of Constantinople. cities on the coast which had been rallying
94 HAROLD LAMB
points for the Crusaders. While two di thousand pieces of gold from Bohemund
visions of his cavalry overran Haifa and VI of Antioch, for a truce, while he went
menaced Cha.teau Pelerin just north of north to punish Haython for daring to
the lost Caesarea, Baibars turned south support the Mongols.
with his infantry and siege engines and A tale is told that he wandered incog
invested Arsuf. nito into the far distant country of Asia
The knights, watching from the parapet Minor, where at a roadside pastry shop he
while the Moslems set up their camp, dismounted to eat fruit and cake. When
noticed a solitary Mamluk, a tall figure in he went out of the shop, he left his ring
a long coat of mail that hung to his ankles on a table. After he rejoined his army
and carrying a shield, walking without he sent a courier to the Mongol 11-Khan,
haste between the lines. The Moslems explaining that he had lost his signet
did not point at the wanderer, or display ring in a certain pastry shop belonging to
any interest in him while he inspected the the khan and asking that it be returned
foundation stones of the wall and the to him.
gate towers. Nor did the knights observe Even on the path of war, Baibars would
that he had one blue eye and one white have his jest. He was vastly amused, no
eye. doubt, the next year, when he heard that
They did see him, presently, working the Venetians and Genoese their feud
the siege engines, and when after a month being then at its height had fought a
Arsuf surrendered, they discovered him to naval battle off the coast of the Holy
be the Sultan. Baibars made the captives Land. But he heard also that St. Louis,
pull down the walls stone by stone, and informed of the situation in Palestine,
in spite of his promise to free them had taken the cross again and was as
paraded them in triumph into Cairo with sembling his second great Crusade.
their banners reversed and broken crosses II
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Jordan come to the surface of the earth he signed to his men at arms to surround
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beneath a red cliff. And Baibars dis the Moslems and seize them. As he did
appeared. * so, one of them, a tall groom who had
A day or so later a party of envoys from been holding the horses, wandered over
the Sultan entered the double gate of to the leading Mamluk. In so doing the
Tripoli's castle and demanded speech groom touched the officer's foot, and the
with Bohemund VI, whom they called Mamluk spoke at once to Bohemund-
the count. They were led to the upper " Yah Brens-0 Prince, content ye!"
courtyard, where knights and men at The point was yielded by the Moslems,
arms gathered round them, and Bohe and their message delivered. While the
mund made his appearance on a tower talk went on, the tall groom continued
stairway. He had come down from his his wanderings round the courtyard,
city of Antioch that his ancestor the staring up with his one good eye at the
first Bohemund had wrested from the walls, at the weapons of the garrison and
Turks nearly two centuries before. And at Bohemund himself. When the prince
two centuries of luxury, surrounded by of Antioch dismissed his visitors, the
Greeks and served by Syrians, had left groom neglected to hold the stirrups of
their mark on the prince of Antioch who the Mamluks. He mQunted a charger
was Norman only in lineage. He had himself and rode off among them. And
bought a peace from Baibars, but still, outside the gate of the town he rocked in
being fearful, he had journeyed south to the saddle, roaring with laughter.
Tripoli, his other city, to watch events. "To the devil with all countships and
The leader of the Egyptian envoys princedoms !" he cried.
spoke to him boldly, addressing him as Baibars had added the part of a groom
Count Bo.hemund, and accusing him of to his other roles, and the experience
breaking the terms of the truce. amused him vastly. Perhaps it suggested
But Bohemund still had something of to him what followed, or perhaps he had
Norman pride, and he whispered to his already planned it. He disappeared
chamberlain, who upbraided the envoys : again from the valley below Banyas, but
"Shape better your tongues or be silent. this time he took the pick of his arnty
It is well known to all men that my lord with him.
is prince of Antioch, and by that title Two weeks later, at the end of May, a
must you address him." letter arrived at the castle of Tripoli for
The Mamluk who was leader of the Bohemund. It was brought by an un
envoys glanced about him covertly and armed Moslem not the Sultan in dis
hesitated. Then he shook his head. guise this time who disappeared after
"Thus was the message given me, to AI it was taken from him.
Komasi, the count. And not otherwise Bohemund, opening the missive, beheld
may I say what was said to me." at the foot of it Baibar's heavy signature.
The brow of the prince darkened, and And when he had read it through he sat
without moving or speaking, as if stunned
*The amazing speed of the Panther's movements, as well as his
genius for deception, rendered him invisible to the eyes of the by an unseen blow. When his companions
harassed Crusaders. knew the contents of the letter, amaze
In this sprinl{ he was before Jaffa, March 7-then superin
tended the rebUilding of Hebron with its great mosque at Bel ment and sorrow kept them silent. The
fort April 5-Banya s April 2
5- arran�ed for a new patrol and
courier system (a kind of mounted p olice and pony express com letter was the masterpiece of the versatile
bined) to be carried out by the nomad Turkomans-in Tripoli in
disguise, May !-captured Antioch May 15. Sultan.
Antioch is some 500 miles from Jaffa by road. Baibars took
Jaffa in 1� hours and Antioch in SO. Such maneuvering fairly ''Greeting to the Count," it began.
outdid Saladin's greatest efforts. It took Saladin months to
reduce Belfart, and three days to capture the outer wall of "And commiseration upon his misfor
Jafta, and he never ventured to besiege Antioch. tune, inflicted by Allah, who hath de
Baibars' idity of movement e_gualed some of the marches
of GenghisKL an and Tamerlane. It must be remembered that prived him of his princedom and left to
he had Tartars and central Asia Turks under him-he was one
of the sJ)ectac
ular leaders of the new influx from mid-Asia that him for consolation only his countship.
overwhelmed the hard fig�tin� Crusaders, and-in the next
century swept over their lines mto Europe itself. Know, 0 Count, thou who believest
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thyself to be prince of Antioch, art not; and bargaining for spoil in the markets.
for we are lord of Antioch; thy rich and In the south the Crusaders heard the
fruitful city. tidings with incredulity. But except
"Sword in hand, we swept through thy for the unfortunate Bohemund it af
city on the fourth hour of Saturday, the fected them little, since Antioch had
fourth day of Ramadan. If thou hadst grown apart from the Holy Land, genera
seen thy knights rolled under the hoofs tions before. They waited anxiously to
of our· horses ! Thy palaces trampled by learn where Baibars would strike next
the plunderers who filled their bags with . he had lopped off the extreme south and
booty ! Thy treasures weighed out by the north of their line of citadels that
the heaviest weights ! Thy fair women year.
hawked in the streets at four for a dinar· But in the next spring 1269 Baibars
and bought with thine own gold! contented himself with some grim maneu
"If thou hadst seen thy churches vers. He vanished for awhile, allowing
broken in, their crosses shattered, their the report to be sent forth that he was
lying gospels tossed from hand to hand dead. Apparently he had been criticized
m the open under the sun, the tombs of for his treachery in breaking his treaties
. thy noble forefathers overturned, while with the Christians, and wished in this
thy foes the Moslems trod upon thy way to trick them into giving him cause
Holy of Holies, slaughtering monks and for a fresh invasion.
priests and deacons like sheep, leading out Twice he failed to surprise the black
the rich to misery, and nobles of thy stronghold of Marghab, held by the
blood to slavery ! Hospitallers. Once he materialized with
"Couldst thou have seen the flames out armor and with forty horsemen on the
licking up thy halls thy dead cast into summit of the hill of the Krak, under the
the flames temporal while the flames castle walls. He challenged the knights
eternal awaited them the churches of to come out to individual combat, and
the Apostles rocking and going down . . . rode off again. He harvested the fields
Then wouldst thou have said, '0 God, of the knights and staged a small triumph
that I were dust!' ornamented with Christian heads in
"Since no man of thine hath escaped Damascus. But in reality he was holding
to tell thee the tale, I tell it thee!" his army in readiness to meet the Crusade
In this way the Panther ended the dis of St. Louis.
pute as to whether Bohemund was prince
or count. He had written only the truth. THE ENERGETIC Sultan,
His horsemen surprised the great city however, did more than await
and stormed the hastily guarded wall that the coming of the French king.
had been thought impregnable, and the On learning the numbers and
gardens of the Crusaders were drenched strength of the Crusade which included
in the blood of a fearful massacre. Eight the forces of Charles of Anjou, the chi
thousand souls crowded into the citadel valry of Navarre, and a small contingent
on the height above Antioch, and these of English led by their Prince Edward
were granted their lives. he attempted to turn it aside and suc
The Moslems snatched from the burn ceeded.
ing city spoil almost beyond counting At Baibar's urging, the Moslem lord
gold was tallied by the vase full, and of Tunis wrote to St. Louis that he was
young girl slaves were handed about prepared to aid the Crusaders against the
among the camelmen for five dirhems a Sultan, and inviting them to land upon
head. The blow had fallen like lightning the African coast in his territory. As
from a fair sky, and within a week Antioch evidence of his good intentions, he sent a
was populated only by swarms of mer large sum of money. Just how the in
chants and thieves, grubbing in the ruins trigue was carried out, and how the king
THE PANTHER 9'1
was induced to sail to Tunis is not known. left, taking with them the body of their
Suffice it that he went thither, as Baibars dead king.
had desired, in July 1270. The Arab shepherds and the brown
Landing in that time of heat and dust, sheep returned to . the shore, the muezzins
after the country had been desolated by a called from the small towers in the white •
famine, St. Louis found that the amir of walled villages. The warriors of the
Tunis had betrayed him, and that the tribes rode in, to look at the remnants of
Moslems were in arms against him. The the Crusaders' camps, and lean dervishes
Crusaders pressed the siege of the white pointed out the spot \vhere St. Louis had
walled city, aboYe the stagnant salt died.
marshes, in spite of t he dust storms that So the Crusade came to its end in vain
swept through their camps, and the bad -the last of the great Crusades.
water, and the harrying of the Berber
clans who rode down from the southern SUCll :were the tidings that
hills. reached Cairo and filled Baibars
Beholding them so situated, a poet of with infinite satisfaction. He
Tunis recalled the poem of victory sung at himself had seen St. Louis in
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Cairo twenty years before, and he wrote : chains at Mansura, and now thanks to
"0 King of F·rance, thou wilt find this the trap he had set for him at Tunis the
land a sister of Egypt: prepa.re thee for great king of the Crusaders was being
what fate hath in store for thee here. carried to his ton1b. The fire of the jihad
. " Thou wilt find here the tomb, in place seized up9n the men of Cairo anew, and
of the house of Lokman; and tfty eunuch Baibars decided to break down the strong
here will be the Ange� of Death!" est outpost of the knights in the Holy
Fate added the gift of prophecy to the Land.
wit of the Moslem singer. . Within · a In the spring, 1271, he led his terrible
month the plague made its appearance in siege circus against the Krak des Che
the Christian host, and the king was af valiers, the headquarters of th� Hospi
flicted with his son '\\7ho had been born in tallers. For more than a century this
the stress of the terrible days at Dami square citadel of white stone had crowned
etta and who was now entering man the bare hills at th.e edge of the Assassin
hood. country. Unchallenged, even by Sala
They carried the weakening St. Louis din, it had guarded approach to the
out to the shore, near the hills where once Templar's little town of Tortosa and
Carthage had reared its walls. Here, �ripoli on the coast.
under t:he sc�tter�d eucalyptus and ce Two weeks after Baibars set up his
dars, a breath of cool air came in from the engines on the plateau where the stone
sea. The king and his son lay on .blankets, aqueduct runs into the southern bastions
stretched on the brown wisps of dead of the Krak, the mighty citadel drew down
grass and poppies under open pavilions. its banners and surrendered, the surviving
The servants of the church ministered knights being allowed to go forth with
to them, but could not check the plague their liYes. *
in the bodies '\Veakened by dysentery.
*Baibars' invariable success in these sieges was due to the Mon
The son died before the father. And the gol siege tactics he adopted. He had, of course, the best of
engines, and from the moment of his arrival on the scene the
day came wl:len the thin form of the king attack was pressed, the fanatical Moslems making assaults at all
hours while the engines opened a gap in the walls. The defenders
turned on its side, and his voice was were obliged to remain under arms constantly, harassed by
heard : · smoke bombs and flame. throwers. No aid could be expected
from outside, and by now a sally was impossible in the face of
"God have mercy on these, thy people Baibars' numbers.
The Templars n.nd Hospi ta.llers. with a few Teutonic knights,
. . . and lead them to safety in their own were the only military units now in the Holy Land : they were
all in garrison, and they could not have mustered between them
land . . 0 Jerusalem ! Jerusalem !"
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10,000 men.
Within a week the height over the red Baibars could, at need_, put nearly 100,000 men in the field.
His successor Kalawun, 1n 1!!80, met a Mongol and Christian
bluff was deserted. The Crusaders had army of 80,000 with superior numbers.
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"Nay, I have come only to gather in Syrian Assassins · out of their mountain
thy harvests, and the vintages of thy nests even out · of Massiaf heard the
vines. By God, I hope to pay thee a like rumbling of the Mongol juggernaut from
visit each year !'' afar and was on the alert at once. During
Bohemund could do nothing but keep 1275 he watched the East without ceas
to the shelter of his castle, and later in the ing. For weeks his ·�couts quartered the
summer he received a second message edge of the desert; It is said that Baibars
from the Panther. The bearer of it himself never went to his tent to sleep
brought also some heads of game which without fast horses ready saddled at his
he said were a gift from the Sultan to the entrance. He slept. in his clothes, even to
count. The second message was brief as his spurs.
the first. But the Mongols, discovering that the
"The rumor runs that thou hast re Crusaders could not take the field to sup
nounced the chase, and darest not stir port them, turned north into Asia Minor.
out of thy town. So we send thee these Baibars only came into conflict with one
heads of game to console thee." division of them, about 12,000 strong.
Bairbars, however, had not lingered For the second time he gained a victory,
near Tripoli. Swiftly he marched south but was wounded in the fight.
with his circus and captured Montfort, Thereafter, the wound sapping his
the stronghold of the Teutonic knights
on the breast of the hills within sight of *They still held Ma rghab, overlookin� the sea, and Tortosa,
Sidon and Tyre, with Chlteau Pelerm-the last three being
Acre. After taking it, he decided to raze actually built out into the sea.
B.Ubars' plan was to destroy the coast J)9rts, accessible to the
it to the ground, and the stout walls were Crusaders, and keep intaet the bill citadels, to serve the Mos-
l�ms. .Of the _()laces he t:azed-8afed, Caesarea, Arsuf, and
pulled down, the"stone scattered ·m the Montfort-hardly a trace of the Crusaders' buildings remain.
While the Krak, that he repaired, is almost intact and his me-
gorge.
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strength steadily, he withdrew into Cairo, day, however, Kalawun and his kalka held
occupying himself with building new the field, and on the next day he drove
palaces out of the spoils of the C hristian off the dispersed Mongols.
cathedrals. He held Armenia safe, and The Christian infantry was left stranded
in his last years he saw the Sudan added in this maneuvering of the mailed riders,
to his new Egyptian empire, with the and the Mamluks cut them to pieces
Sherifs of Mekka and Medinah. He had during the long retreat to the mountains.
rebuilt Saladin's empire and had raised With the Mongols beaten back* Sultan
up a kalif of his own in Cairo, before his Kalawun took vengeance upon the knights
death in 1�77. of Marghab for their alliance with the
'fhe !>anther had been a fabulous a:nd invaders from the East.
storn1y figure the Nemesis of the Cru His army encircled the solitary peak of
sades. He had filled the slave markets in �Iarghab. For thirt)r-eight days his en
Cairo with Christian captives, and had gines beat at the massive walls of black
instilled into his people the certainty that basalt, until the knights assembled at last
the C rusaders "'ere doomed. He had in the great salle. They were cut off
welded together the fugitive clansmen from the towers nothing could be seen
from the steppes, spewed out by the except Moslem dhows moving over the
Mongol upheaval Kharesmians, Circas blue line of the · sea and tiny caravans
sians, Turks and Tartars. Out of these "rinding through the white chalk valleys
barbaric warriors he shaped a splendid beneath them. They had no longer any
army, which he handed down, with a well hope of aid and that morning the master
ordered empire, to his successor Kala of the Hospitallers surrendered the castle,
wun. while more than one man brushed the
To Kalawun, as the Barca had be tears from his eyes.
queathed the obligation of the war Marghab had yielded. The Mamluks,
against Rome to Hannibal, Baibars had entering the gate tower, looked about
given the duty of driving the Crusaders them and cried that only the angels of
from their last strongholds. The jihad Allah could have prevailed over such a
must be fought to the end . citadel.
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No one knows exactly what followed. defeated the host of' Egypt. For a time he held Damascus and
The hard riding Mongols and Mamluks Syria in his hands, but before then the Crusaders had been
driven from the coast, and although the Armenian king Haython
scattered over the plain some of the joined the Il-khan, Ghazan became weary of holding such a
stretch of territory heyond his borders without aid from the
Moslems fleeing headlong into Damascus Christians of Euro�, and withdrew to his own frontier. His
euccessors became Moslems and their long conflict with Islam
with tidings of defeat. .� t the end of the waa abandoned.
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should not be placed in his tomb until the Most of them had journeyed hither
unbelievers had been driven from Acre. from the hill castles, bringing what goods
The kadis said he had been a martyr in the they could carry with them ; the richest of
war for the Faith, and his son El Malik el them owned palaces in the suburbs, sur
Khalil took the reins of command, order rounded by iron grillework and orna
ing the march resumed. mented with windows of colored glass.
All the swordsmen of Islam thronged Here dwelt the members of the great
in, to join the march. They burned with family of the Lbelin and the emigres from
eagerness to make a holocaust of the in Palestine, with the prince of Galilee, and
fidels, so that Kalawun might be placed the lords of Outremer.
in his tomb with due honor. In the streets of Acre, between the mas
As they crossed the Gaza sands, the sive walls of the buildings, all of one
desert folk came in to the host, and the height and of the same yellowish stone,
mullahs watching from Hebron could see rode the Templars and Hospitallers who
the glow of the fires. By day the dust of had been driven from their castles. Un
their marching overspread the plain like a der silk awnings Syrian merchants had
veil, when the dervishes ran beside the their stalls, carrying on a brisk trade in
• chargers, and the Arab women sang their fine carpets · and precious stones. And •
exultation in the spoil to be taken. They the Genoese and Venetian merchants,
sang as they marched, and the camel guarded by their men at arms, haggled
trains coming down from the hills cried a over bargains avidly. Galleons crowded
greeting to them. the port.
For this was the day appointed, the Some of the barons were sending their
day for the casting out of the unbelievers, families out to Cyprus, but most of them
and the final reckoning, wherein the faith kept to their houses in Acre, unwilling to
ful would taste of martyrdom, or of honor believe that the city would be lost. The
and riches. streets were gay, the tavems thronged.
So the readers chanted to them, while Feasting kept up far into the night.
the camels snarled by the thorn bush, and Gorgeous prostitutes were seen entering
the chargers stamped restlessly in the the portals of the palaces, attended by
lines beyond the fires. black slaves. Syri.an and Greek girls
"Lo. The day of Severance ia fixed; the filled the · upper· rooms.· of the wineshops
day when there shall be a blast on the trum and laughed from · the :windows.
pet, and ye shall come in crowds; when Acre was wakefuJ,. alive with a feverish
heaven shall open ita portals • •for the
• excitement bred of uncertainty. Pavi
faithful, a blissful ·abode gardena and lions stood under the. poplar trees of the
vineyards . •and damsels with swelling
. square between. · •t he . cathedral and the
breasts, and a full cup! Hospital. Rumors could be heard in
"On thiJJ day the Spirit and the Angela every corner .and courtyard, and the
shall range themselves in order, speaking galleys coming jn :from the home ports
no word. brought new tidings.
"The sure day! The day on which a Men said that the. Pope, Nicholas, had
man shall see the deeds which his hands sent out a fleet, while others insisted that
hath sent before him, and the unbelievers no more than a handful of Italian soldiery
shall say, '0-would that I were dust!' " had been sent, who had already become
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In the saUe of the Hospital, under the ploding naphtha, and the ceaseless sum
carved stone arches,- the commanders of mons of the drums. The drums on camel
the city discussed other tidings. The back, scores of them, that dinned and
patriarch and the masters of the orders thundered through the hours.
were in charge. They knew the peril in Through the gardens of the suburbs,
which they stood, and saw only one over the smoking ruins of the outlying
chance of succor. palaces, surged the host of Islam. Mara
A certain Genoese, Buscarel by name, bout and hadji Mamluk and negro,
had brought letters from the Mongol roared in exultation. The pavilions
Il-khan, Arghun, to the Pope. The 11 .. stretched to the hills. Oil, poured in 1 he
khan said that he was about to invade blackened ground, and fired by eager
the Holy Land. But he demanded an hands, sent a smoke screen rolling toward
army from Europe to cooperate with hin1 the broken battlen1ents, "·here the moat
-.and no such army was preparing. A had been filled in by columns of beasts of
converted Mongol, Chagan, had brought burden, driven forward laden with fagots
a second missive, still more pressing, from and slaughtered at t he ditch. Beyond
the 11-khan. The only response Nicholas the ruined moat a breach of sixty yards
had made was to urge Arghun to be bap opened in the wall, and weary swords
tized. Meanwhile, no one knew what the men of the garrison, blinded by the smoke,
Mongols were doing.* And the Moslem waited for the assault to come, while
host was on the march. flights of arrows swept over them.
King Henry arrived fron1 Cyprus, and The Templars who stood there had
the muster roll of the Crusader families regained the breach after one onset, but
was completQ. For these few days they there was no one to t·elieve them, and
were united, in all splendor of their small they waited, listening to t he diapason of
courts, in all the careless indolence that the drums, and the songs of the dervishes
had fastened upon them, generation by behind the smoke.
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degenerate if you will yet they kept to for a heavy mist lay along the shore and
their trysting place, lords and knights, upon the line of the wall, and the very
fair ladies, and somber il}onks mild sea had risen against the unbelievers, so
nuns and insolent courtesans bearded that it barred the unbelievers from flight,
patriarchs and heedless minstrels, they tossing their ships in its grip, and de
gathered for the last time in feverish livered them to the swords of the faithful.
gayety, to await death and it came. The drums pounded their summons,
It came in mid-May, after weeks of and the cymbals clanged the dervishes
siege, with the thudding of four-score en began to scream and run through the
gines, the cracking of boulders against mist. After them advanced the first
crumbling walls, the flash and roar of ex wave of the attack.
*After waiting two years, Arghun �an his preparations for A roar of triumph sounded from the
the move against Eg
ypt, but he died in March li91, at the same
time Acrewas besieged. wall, and the oil flared up through the
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mist, showing the leaping figures of men, bare hands, turned on the despoilers and
and the ; da rk masses that surged toward slew them, throwing their bodies out of
the flames. The clatter of steel sounded the embrasures, and closing the doors
faint against the monotone of the drums against the Moslems without. And with
and fainter still as the swordsmen were their hands they defended their house,
driven from the breach. until fire and steel overcame them, and
'Vhen the sun broke through the mist, the last man ceased to breathe • • •
the 1\Ioslems were within the breach. And It was the end.
then the tumult, that had died down, By courier and pigeon post the tidings
sprang up anew. The master of the Hos spread through the land of Islam. Thirty
pitallers with his knights had charged thousand infidels had fallen to the sword
the Moslem waves and thrown back the in a single day at Acre. The bodies of
attack. the Templars had burned in the black
Then, with a measured tread, the ar towers. Elsewhere, in the little seaports,
mored regiments of Mamluks advanced, the unbelievers were fleeing the mighty
over the ruined moat, over the piles of Acre had fallen, and they were helpless
bodies and the broken engines, pressing and afraid.
back the wounded knights, forcing their Deserted were the halls of Chateau
way into the streets, surging around the Pelerin the swordsmen of Islam walked
bands of Christians who tried to beat unhindered through its gates. The last
them off. And behind the Mamlu·ks the ships were l�virig Tortosa where the
Sultan's cavalry rode into Acre. cathedral stood empty as a house that has
The drums ceased. lost its master, and the hymns of the
Acre had fallen, but for- hours and Nazarenes were heard no more.
days the Crusaders fought, the master of The last ships had gone out to sea, and
the Hospital, begging his men to set him their sails had vanished under the sky.
down as he was carried off, wounded . . • So said the messengers of Islam, and the
The Patriarch, led on board one of the camelmen upon the Bagdad road. And
galleys that soon filled with fugitives, the kadis cried to the multitudes that the
until the heavy swell swamped the over jihad had triumphed. .
weighted boat, and all within it went Along the coast of the Holy Land, the
down . . . The Dominicans gathered to bodies of the C111saders lay drying in the
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gether, singing Salve Regina as they were sun heated ditches, or in heaps of charred
cut down . . • • bones. The only living Crusaders were
The Templars, holding out in their the captives, sitting in rags on the rowing
house upon the sea, until the last boats benches of the galleys, or limping under
had got to sea or had been captured, and burdens in the alleys of Cairo. Down in
then surrendering The knights, dis
• • • the lifeless air of the Dead Sea, their bare
armed, staring at the exultant Mamluks feet stumbled over the stones and burning
and negroes who swanned into the great sand. If they �aised their eyes, they be
fortress, tearing the garments from young held far above them, remote under the
girls and laughing as they befouled the blazing sky the ramparts of Jerusalem,
altars until the knights, with their where once they had ruled as lords .
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L-LATEEF the Clever One and and declare the existence of but one God·?
young Aidomar, his brother, knelt The hadjji was well aware that both the
upon their crimson prayer rugs, worshipers had much reason to be grate-
hich were spread in the sunny patio of ful to that Alla4 who had so consistently
ne Hadj Hassan, in their midday ado- spread about them the mantle of his pro
ation of Allah the Merciful and Com pas- tection. Had it not been for that divine
.;ionate, when their friend and host, the and impregnable garment, assuredly Al
'�adjji, swished his robes through the Lateef would not now be proclaiming
atticed doorway. His venerab.le white "Allah akbar/ AUah akbar! There is no
earded face bore a look of concern ; his God but Allah and Mohammed is his
yellow heel-less slippers moved more prophet," in the sunny patio in Fez. Only
�wiftly than was their wont. a little while ago had he not dragged his
At sight of the prostrate worshipers, the brother Aidomar from the very jaws of
hadjji paused abruptly. What affair of this the basha's lions, an incredible feat pos
world is of sufficient importance to intrude sible only to one made marvelously strong
pon the devout thoughts of those who in body, mind and spirit by the inspira-
kneel with their faces toward the East tion of Allah's approval?
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And before that, had Al-Lateef not "A captive in the city prison. Under
made his escape from Tangier under the sentence of death. His enemies have
very nose, literally, of the basha who was succeeded in turning the Sultan against
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hunting him, and whom Allah caused to hun. ' '
give the order for this lunatic who pro A little space of silence, while the two
claimed himself loudly to be Al-Lateef the friends of the deposed basha gazed at each
Clever One, to be put outside the city other. Then the older man spoke again..
walls? And before that and before "But from his prison he has managed
that • • . to send me a message. A message for you."
Venerable Hadj Hassan shook his ''For me!" cried Al-Lateef, truly
bearded head in silent amazement at the startled. "So he knew I was here ; knew
epic nature of the life of the man Sanhajji that you were giving me sanctuary. Let
upon · whom the world had conferred the friendship " he paused. Hadj Hassan
sobriquet of Al-Lateef the Clever One. completed the thought :
An epic brought into being by those "Let friendship bar the path of duty.
enemies of Al-Lateef and his family, who Yes. As the Sultan's basha of Fez, know
had almost exterminated that family, and ing that I had given you sanctuary, he
who were resolved to send Al-Lateef and should have seized us both. I owe him a
Aidomar upon the same path the others debt I can never repay. I am an old man,
had been made to take. Once a respec and strength and courage have gone from
table but unimportant public official, me. Yes, he knew, and held his hand.''
Al-Lateef was now an putlaw, with a huge "1," said Al-Lateef, gently, "have but
price upon his brown head but he was so half your years. I have strength. I am
important that many a man looked up not held to be a coward. Command me.
to with awe by the populace could not Your debt to Matoogi is no greater than
sleep of nights for fear of him. my own."
Immediately the prayers were ended, "The message," repeated Hadj Hassan,
Hadj Hassan hastened toward his guests. "is for you."
Al-Lateef heard the footsteps, looked "And that message?"
up at the face of this man who was risking "He desires the impossible, I fear.,
his own head to give sanctuary to him and "Nevertheless, it shall be accom-
his brother, discerned the perturbed look, plished," said Al-Lateef. "Tell me."
and rose swiftly. "He desires that ypu try to see him in
"Come with me," muttered Hadj Has prison, in order that he may say something
san. "There is news. Let the brother re to you which can not be entrusted to an
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main." other. But to see him in prison ! It is "
But Aidomar, with that respect for his "It is possible." Al-Lateef nodded.
elders which is inherent in the well dis "Not an easy problem, Hadjji; never
ciplined youth of Morocco, had already theless, most of the things of which the
gone to the far side of the patio, out of mind of man can conceive can be ac
earshot of whatever they might have to complished. Does Matoogi say when?"
say, and had squatted in the sunshine. "Quickly, Al-Lateef. )le says quickly.
Inside the house, in the room to which The sentence of death. You understand."
Hadj Hassan led, host and guest seated ''Aiwa, I understand. Of course. Per
themselves upon a huge floor cushion haps a week hence; perhaps an hour." He
covered with crimson silk, and Al-La rose swiftly. ''My brother remains here,
teef's eyebrows were twin questions. under your protection, if you will." The
"Catastrophe for a friend of ours," said old man nodded. "As for myself I go
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the hadjji. "Kaid Matoogi is no longer to the prison, I shall find a way to spea)t
basha of this, our red city of Fez." to Matoogi. And so farewell, my friend."
"Matoogi deposed ?" exclaimed Al He strode from the room. The words of
Lateef, "And " the old man followed him. "God go with
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you, my friend. To Allah all things are fervor. His bare arms and legs were
possible.'' baked by a thousand suns. The slippers
Easy to say. Easy to say. But but which encased his feet were the enor
but • . •So ran the thoughts of Al mously heavy sort which camel drivers
Lateef. For him, a hunted man, with a fashion out of camel hide to protect their
price upon his head, to enter the Fez feet from the desert sand and stones;
prison, hold , converse with a man con slippers which have a durability enabling
demned to death and get away . . . But them to be bequeathed from father to
beneath the weight of his problem there son, even unto the seventh generation.
was one clear, unchanging decision ; he The country djellab of brown homespun
would assuredly make the attemp1A That was a coat of,many patches as well as of
· was for the sake of Kaid Matoogi and many colors; a long bamboo staff, iron
Si<;li Hassan and the hand of friendship. tipped, completed the picture save for
He would do his best to be successful. the crazy facial contortions, the wild
That was for the sake of his own brown ·swingings of the staff, the jerky move
head and the boy Aidomar, to whom he ments and jumpings about of the mara
now was guide and protector. bout's body as he screamed his message
unto all and sundry.
THE APPEARANCE of a new All marabouts have a special message,
marabout, or holy man saint, particular unto each himself. One's in
if one wishes to be somewhat spiration and religious duty may be to
liberal in a Moroccan market- pick up loose cobblestones so that horses
place is always the signal for the assem may not stumble. Another may chase
blage of the idle to hear what he has to flies from babies' eyes. A third may con
say. Marabouts are numerous, but each tinually shout a verse from the Koran.
has some honor even in his own native This particular marabout's purpose,
district ; this honor increases, however, in directed by Allah himself, was to see to
direct ratio of the square of the distance it that men who unfortunately had been
from one's native locale. Hence it is ad cast into prison for this, that and the
visable to come from as far places as one's other thing, did not add to their misery
geography permits. by forgetting tlreir five daily prayers to
Perhaps an hour after Al-Lateef left the Allah. These prisoners, throughout all
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house of Hadj Hassan, word was being Morocco, averred the mara bout at the top 1
passed from mouth to mouth in the mar of his lungs, had been placed in his keep
ketplace that a marabout from far Tim ing by the One God : upon him had been
buktu was holding forth at the Marraksh placed the duty of reminding them of the
gate. Those who went to ascertain the way of salvation whenas their minds
truth of these reports found them to be might be heavy and forgetful by their un
accurate. In the center of a crowd at the fortunate conditions. From the far south,
gate a strange mara bout was holding forth he told his rapidly increasing audience,
in shrill tones, waving his arms, pausing had he come, from distant Sus, visiting
now and then for the inevitable grunt of every prison along the interminable way.
agreement from his audience. Now he had reached Fez, and to the un
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In appearance this marabout was elder fortunates in the Fez prisons was he
ly, ragged and extremely dirty all ex about to take his message. .
cellent evidence of his holiness. A huge It was a message which appealed to his
green turban, worse for wear and weather, crowd of listeners. This was evinced by
encircled his head. His short gray beard their nods, the grunts even an occa
was stained with yellow dust and gray sional shout of approval. Fundamentally
ashes and a suspicion of food droppings. an emotional lot are the Moors, especially
His eyes were set deep in the dark hollows so where ·religious impulse is concerned.
of asceticism and glowed with fanatical "I go, then," shouted the marabout,
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\\"8.ving h�s great staff. ''To the prison. To most every other prison in the country, a
the prison, so that Allah's creatures may big rectangular building, one story, with
not forget that which is due Allah." a cobbled courtyard in the middle. En
He stamped away in his great slippers. trance to the courtyard was through the
The crowd followed ; that was inevitable. gate cut through the building itself. And
It augumented as it proceeded. It was from the courtyard the various sections
double by the time the prison was reached. of the edifice could be conveniently
It swarmed about the gates. reached.
The several guards on duty outside the Now Al-Lateef was perfectly aware
closed portals held guns in readiness, de that whatever went on outside the gates
manded information . was overheard by the guards stationed
"A holy n1an," t hey told him. "A very immediately inside. Hence he knew that
holy man from far Timbuktu." They they kne'v his mission. 'Vherefore, as
E�xplained his purpose in life. Then the soon as the gate had closed behind him,
rnarabout himself took up the argument.- he turned to them and loudly and posi
HI shall enter," he shouted. "No one tively demanded that he be given access
dare oppQse the word of Allah, which I to the unfortunate prisoners, jn order
rarry to those who are denied mosque. that, in their trouble, they \\'"ould not
Open the gates for the servant of Allah." lose sight of Allah.
Now, the word of a holy man, the per The guards looked at each other.
:--\On of a holy man, the entire idea that a "He is," said one, less reverential than
holy man stands for has a weight, an the others, "crazy, like all marabouts."
effect, which is difficult for the 'Vestern "Nevertheless," a companion corrected
n1ind to understand. Whether a bishop him, "it is written that in the head with
<�ould walk into an English jail, or a out a mind, Allah dwells. And his mission
eardinal into an American prison, on his is a worthy one." He turned to the mara
own unsupported demand, is a question ; bout. "Come with me, sidi, to the kaid ,
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certainly the average clergyman would and we shall see what he has to say about
have difficulty in accomplishing such a thy mission."
matter. But in the land of the Moors The guard stamped aw·ay, Al-Lateef
conditions are different. The mara following. •
bout's own activities proclaimed him a The kaid was sitting at ease on a floor
holy man ; his green turban proclaimed cushion in his cubbyhole of an office. The
him a descendant of the Prophet Mo guard addressed him from the arched door
hammed (and such l1e was, being a way. Al-Lateef placed himself within
sh.an"jf), and whatever may be demanded sight of the official, behind the guard,
in the name of Allah by such a one is muttering Koranic references to the obli
Jnost infrequently refused . gation of worship. The kaid heard the
One of the guards rapped thrice upon guard, gave the marabout a searching
the great doors. glance, waved a hand in assent.
"After all," he thought, but did not "Prayers will not hurt my prisoner," he
say, , ..after all, no harm is done by letting said, with dry humor. "Go with him,
one enter a prison. The responsibility Mustapha. When he is finished, put him
of pem1itting him to depart will not be outside."
mine." Al-Lateef followed the guard, who led
The gates swung open. the way across the courtyard, unlocked a
.. The blessing of Allah upon you," cried heavy door, bade the marabout enter.
the n1arabout, striding into the prison For a fraction of a second Al-Lateof
courtyard. The gates crashed shut be l1esitated . His plan was working out,
hind him. Al-Lateef had entered the but was there a weakness in it? was·
prison of Fez. he walking into a trap from which the
This particular prison was built like al- exit would be a firing squad?
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Traps were easy to enter · that is what toward Matoogi, bestowing ·benedictions
made traps of them. But the getting here and there, exhorting regular prayer
out! Nor· could he turn back now with- and thought of Allah. And ultimately he
out exc1tmg cunostty, susp1c1on, mvestt- came to the place where Matoogi sat, still
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gation. Well, the mantle of Allah's pro absorbed in his inward reveries. He stood
tection was about him, or it was not looking down upon him. Then he turned
about him. In the first instance, nothing to the few who sat nearby.
could injure him; in the second nothing "Who,'' he demanded, "is this one, of
could protect him. Forward. He stepped manifestly high position, who has be
across the threshold . . . come a prisoner?"
"Summon me when thou · art finished, "It is Sidi Matoogi," voices answered.
sidi," said , the guard respectfully. "I "He who yesterday was basha of Fez, and
shall sit here and wait for you. The who today is sentenced to die."
smells within " He finished his sentence ''To die!" exclaimed the marabout,
with a shrug, and closed and locked the raising his hands. "Only Allah sentences
iron barred door behind the marabout. to death; only Allah may say when the
Then he seated himself upon the cobble time of death is Move away, friends;
stones to wait. "Truly he must be a move ye to a little distance, so that I may
very holy man," he reflected. "Only the speak to this unfortunate and bring ·to
service of Allah could induce one to him hope of Allah's protection. Away."
breathe such smells."
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several dozen prisoners sitting rocked slowly until Matoogi's gaze be
or lying about in the one room. It was came conscious of him. Then :
a big room, but badly lighted and worse· "It is written, sidi, in the Book it is
ventilated. There were no windows ; all written, that he who seeks aid of Allah
the air came through the iron barred shall have aid from Allah. Blessed be the
door. And all the light ; so that the far name of Allah ! From him only can come
side and corners of the room were in aid. From him only, and from no man,
semidarkness. however clever he may be." He gave
Exhorting them that the name of unusual emphasis to the word clever, re
Allah the Merciful and Compassionate, peated it, saying, "Even the most clever·
the Dispenser of Justice, be not for one " he paused "the most clever
gotten in their hour of trouble, Al one " a spark kindled in the eyes of
Lateef looked keenly about. From face Matoogi "is impotent against the plans
to face his gaze went, searching. And at of Allah."
last he saw that which he sought the He saw recognition now, in Matoogi's
face of Matoogi, the former basha. eyes; nodded, as though indorsing his own
Matoogi was squatting cross legged on preachings. And at that moment acci
the floor in a far comer, his white djellab dent came to their assistance : at some in
wrapped closely about him. Dejection cident in the courtyard outside, three or.
marked deep lines upon his brown bearded four of the other prisoners had risen and
face. His hands were restless. His eyes gone to the door. They cut off almost
looked at, but manifestly did not see, the all the little light the roon1 received . Al
marabout, and his fellow prisoners : they Lateef leaned toward Matoogi.
were turned inward, seeing pictures of a .
"Yes, I am Al-Lateef. You sent for me.
past which had gone forever, of a future Speak."
which which Allah himself only knew. A sigh of relief came from the prisoner. ·
The marabout worked his way slowly · "Allah be praised !" he breathed. "Now
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I can face the rifles with tranquil spirit." distress," cried Al-Lateef, raising his
"Have hope, my friend," said Al hands. "Pray to him that h e wrap the
Lateef. "I came not only in answer to mantle of his protection about thee."
your sumn1ons, but to observe. Tonight Matoogi strode away behind the guard ;
:your rescue shall be attempted. I have Al-Lateef turned to the man who had been
thought of a way." assigned as his escort. The fellow saw
But the prisoner checked him. him, yawned, arose. ·
"There is something more important "Dost thou now desire to visit another
than my escape," he said swiftly. "I roomful?" he asked. "Or has the
should never have sent for you to risk stench ''
your own head to save mine; but I would "I think " Al-Lateef made a wry
have you risk your head to save my honor. face, licked his lips, gulped. "I think,
Yes, my honor," he repeated. sidi, with thy kind permission, I shall
Al-Lateef nodded. He understood that await the morrow. It is, as thou sayest
perfectly. I think I am going to be very sick."
6'This is why I desired to see you, why "For the love of Allah, then, sidi�
I could risk no message. Hidden in a outside ! It is bad enough here now."
secret place while I was basha you know "Good ! Good ! But quickly !" gasped
the place, no doubt is a considerable Al-Lateef.
treasure.��Only a small part is mine. Of The guard fairly ran toward the gate,
the rest I am custodian, trustee. Half of which chanced now to be open to admit
it belongs to our friend, Sidi Marani, who a newcomer. He thrust the marabout
travels in Europe now. Nearly all the outside. Al-Lateef stagger,ed along the
remainder I have been holding in trust for wall ; can1e to a little clump of bushes.
the children of my deceased sister. I can Sat down. The guard nodded his head
die, my friend ; that is not so important; sagely as he turned back to his job.
but if I die, and the means of subsistence "That perfume," he told himself,
of m:y sister's children, of my friend's "would put the Evil One to rout."
fortune, are lost to them by my death
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space of time. Chiefly, he reflected, be a double handful of jewels in his ahakarah.
cause he dealt with puzzles with his head And a guide past in his head pointed out
instead of his feet. Every accomplish a queer road to take.
ment requires certain procedure; the wise He made his way to the little booth of
man does not jump off a cliff without a letter writer, where he paid the writing
knowing its height. fee, but himself inscribed the brief letter
Matoogi, he reflected further, was a which he desired. Leaving the shop, he
better man than he had supposed him to sought and found a horseboy in the street,
be. Perhaps he placed technical honor gave him a copper coin, dispatched him
too high. Who could blame him if the with the letter. It was addressed to the
treasure of which he was custodian was kaid of the guards of the city prison.
taken from him by force, through no fault This being done, Al-Lateef, the mara
of ·his own? Honor? By the ninety-nine bout, shuffled his way to the .Bab-:e�-suk
sacred names of Allah, it was pride ! And the gate· to the marketplace and squat
that Al-Lateef could well understand. ted comfortably in the shade to await a
But �ttle difference between pride and reply to his message, and to watch the
honor, after all. . falling of night, the popping up of little
Matoogi was also brave. No question. yellow lights, the preparations for rest.
There had been not the least wavering of · The kaid arrived on foot, concealing
his dark· eyes when he had said : himself beneath .a rough countryman's
"Save the treasure, Al-Lateef. Let me djellab, the hood pulled down over his
die." . f.p.ce. He found the marabout at the spot
The treasure, Al-Lateef considered, indicated in the note. He sat down b� •
was now saved, to all intents and pur side him, wrapping himself closer in his
poses. The great danger had lain in djellab. He looked about, tried to see
getting in touch with Matoogi, in learn the marabout's face, spoke cautiously.
ing where the treasure was hidden. When "I received your message, aidi. I am
the prisoner had whispered the secret of interested.'' •
where this treasure I wonder if it is �'is, as you lmow, situated . on flat land;
sufficient to reward me well for betraying desert land. There are no trees, except,
my trust of Sidi Matoogi surely as if I mistake not, one ancient olive at the
basha he had opportunity to acquire shrine itself. There is no place to hide
great wealth is hidden ? And why should even one man, let alone a group. Sidi
n't I seize you and force you to tell me, Matoogi's friends would scarcely select
without making a bargain with you, such a spot if they desired to ambush you
whoever you are?" and free Matoogi. Moreover, that you
\Vith an impulse of impish humor, Al may be quite safe " he gave the word
Lateef put his mind reading to the test; the slightest contemptuous accent "I
instead of answering the spoken question, suggest that you bring a detail of your
he replied to the one he guessed was still soldiers with you. You could leave them
in the kaid's mind. at a little distance within easy call if if
"It would not be very profitable for you should become frightened. And the
you," he said, and grinned at his com protection of the Marraksh gate could be
panion's involuntary start. "True, I reached in a minute or two, if one ran
probably should tell, under force, what I swiftly. Besides that "
know, whereupon the present basha and "Enough," said the kaid shortly.
his khalifa and a dozen other of your " Y'allahl Do you take me for a coward?"
superiors would instantly divide the ·
He rose abruptly. "I shall be there at the
treasure among themselves, and you appointed time."
would not get sight of the faintest flicker Al-Lateef also arose, laid a detaining
of even the smallest ruby." hand upon the kaid's ann.
"Allah !" breathed the kaid. "This "Remember, sidi kaid," he said, "that
man is a clever one," he reflected and if I am betrayed, I shall tell where the
hastened to deny the truth. jewels are hidden. But I shall not tell
But the gun which hung beneath his you. If you should decide that you do
shoulder reminded him of the reality of not want to travel far if you should feel
his former intention although he had not that your duty to "
clearly foreseen what the result of his seizure "Bah !'' exclaimed the kaid. "Duty !
of t he marabout would be. Now he saw. For twenty thousand pounds I would
"Well, then, what is your plan ?" forget .m y duty to Allah himself. As for
"First, a question," replied Al-Lateef. my chiefs " He made a gesture which
"If you possessed jewels worth, perhaps, was an insult.
twenty thousand pounds sterling " he "Good, then," said Al-Lateef. "I
. heard the quick intake of his companion's thought," he ventured, "that you were a
breath "twenty thousand pounds," he man of intelligence, to whom the path of
repeated, therefore, "would you remain duty was indicated by his own benefits."
captain of the prison guards, or should The kaid caught some of the sting of the
you travel in far places, as a gentleman of 'vords, words which Al-Lateef had de
wealth and " liberately spoken as his final test of this
" Y'allah!" exclaimed the kaid. "Be man upon whom the life and fortune of
assured, sidi, I would travel. Far," he Sidi Matoogi �ow depended. But he did
added, as an afterthought. not grow angry.
''Twenty thousand pounds should take "Twenty thousand pounds," he said
one far," assented Al-Lateef. blasphemously, "would have caused the
"And your plan, sidi?" asked the kaid� Prophet himself to have a revelation con
...�1-Lateef told him. cerning duty: I shall be at the ap
For a space the kaid was silent and pointed place at the appointed time.
.A.l-Lateef read his thoughts as though Selaama, sidi.''
they had been spoken. Proved it. Al-Lateef watched him until he dis
"The shrine of Sidi Cassim," he said, appeared in the shadows.
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he told himself. "I think that the head of ground, perhaps an eighth of a .mile,
Sidi Matoogi begins to sit more firmly toward the white shrine of Sidi Cassim,
upon his-shoulders. And now to attend
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gleaming in the starlight. Reaching the
to a few details." shrine he circled it, found nobody. He
tried the ancient oaken door, found it
AN HOUR later, during which locked as he had expected, because the
hour Al-Lateef had called upon shrine was open to pilgrims only on one
a certain friend in the city, and day a week, and this was not the day.
had paid an unobtrusive visit He looked about, turning on his heels.
to the white shrine of Sidi Cassim, where Eastward the faint glow of lanterns at
he was to meet the kaid later in the day, the Marraksh gate, a little break in the
Al-Lateef repaired to the home of Sidi dark line of the walls that ran in both
Hassan, consumed a bowl of keak'aoo with directions from it. Then he squatted
broiled chicken, and attended to some upon the grassless ground, found and
necessary matters. lighted a cigaret, and waited.
Thus he looked to the working order of The butt of the cigaret still glowed
the automatic pistol which hung in a like a firefly on the baked earth when the
shoulder holster beneath his right arm, watcher saw motion at the gate. First a
made himself certain of the condition of squad of five uniformed soldiers, carry
another automatic which he dropped, ing rifles, came through. They were im
with clips of cartridges, into his leather mediately followed by two riders, who,
ahakarah the big leather bag which having passed the gate, took the lead, the
hung beneath his ragged djeUa1J---re squad of soldiers falling in behind them.
assured himself as to the small chamois One of the riders was the kaid. Of that
bag or stones which was . also in that Al-Lateef was certain, even at that dis-·
ahakarah, and at last went forth into the tance. The other one was. Matoogi?
African night. Al-Lateef could not tell. The second
Sidi Hassan and Aidomar had bidden rider was wrapped to the eyes in a white
him godspeed; but to neither had he told k'sa, over which he wore a dark auZkam,
of his afternoon's work, nor had he spoken the hood over his head. It might be
of what lay before him. In another hour Matoogi; it might be anybody.
Matoogi would be ·a free and happy man Well, he thought, amused, the kaid had
-�or Matoogi and Al-Lateef would be proclaimed himself to be a brave man,
lying near the shrine of Sidi Cassim, their but he had taken precautions. Five of •
sightless eyes staring up at the cold stars. them. Armed with rifles. But, on the
In the former case, there would be plenty other hand, he had risked something, if
of time to explain what he had been the second rider were Matoogi. If there
doing ; in the latter the book would be had been a surprise awaiting him, if the
closed. ·
the utterance to "Allah!" His face Sa�badjji traitor to trust and friend
hardened, his eyes gleamed with angry - ship you whom I protected at risk of
surprise, resentment. · iny own head. Allah's curses upon you
"So this is why I have been brought throughout etern ity ! And you, Kaid
here !" he cried harshly. "But let me Tetwani, a bribed officer, deserting your
know the worst. If it is treason ! But o�_ce with stolen plunder. 0 Allah, but
perhaps ·" He stumbled to a stop, giv� .n1e a 1noment !"
searched the pseudo-marabout's face for . AI�Lateers heart was heavy within
reassurance. · bini. . Every word from the lips of his
But that face remained stern, looked friend, from that friend to whom he owed
away. Al-Lateef could not meetthe accus- his own life, cut hirn like the lash of a
ing eyes of his friend, even in the softening whip. Words sprang to his lips, to be
starlight.. The kaid spoke abruptly. sternly repressed. He stiffened himself
"Here is Matoogi, aidi marabout," he against what must follow. What must
said. ''Where is the treasure?" follow. It was the only way.
"Then then Allah's curse upon you, ''Come," said Al-Lateef, then, and
you have betrayed me!" The prisoner strode toward the ancient olive tree which
raised his arms, awkwardly because of for a hundred years had been guarding,
the rope that bound his wrists, plunged with its gnarled arms, the shrine of Sidi
toward Al-Lateef, and struck. Al-Lateef Cassiin. .
parried the blow, and the kaid, with a The kaid seized Matoogi by the arm,
backward sweep of his arm, thrust forced him along in the wake of AI
Matoogi away. Lateef. Tl1ey came to the tree. AI-
"Be quiet, dog!" he snapped. "Or you Lateef thrust his hand down near the
shall go back to your prison and to death." roots, found a small hole which had been
And to Al-Lateef, "The jewels, aidi; let us stopped with earth. Matoogi groaned.
finish this business quickly." The kaid bent forward. Matoogi struck
But 1\fatoogi, mad with justifiable the bending man, felled him, leaped upon
anger, strode between them. Al-Lateef. The marabout flung him o1f,
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the ground. The kaid came to his aid. not lived in Fez without knowing of the
But now, as a beaten man, Matoogi lay Jew, Bin-Atwil, who handles the products
silent, but stared up at his enemies with of the synthetic jewel factories of France.
eyes of venom. Well, one buys that stuff by the hand
"Here,'-' said Al-Lateef, handing a ful. Rubies, emeralds, sapphires, dia
chamois-skin bag to the waiting eager monds. Two handfuls were enough
hands. Now take the real jewels, and your lib
Kaid Tetwani tore with trembling erty, and ride, my friend."
fingers at the cord which tied the bag, "Oh Al-Lateef, Al-Lateef, my friend !"
opened it, peered within. Little sparkles groaned Matoogi. "How could I have so
came forth. Suddenly the contents of misjudged?" But Al-Lateef cut him off
the bag leaped into flaming color as the sharply.
tiny pencil from an electric torch in the "You are not yet safe," he snapped.
hand of Al-Lateef flashed upon them. "Better ride at once. As for misjudging
"Allah keriml" the cry was wrenched me; almost at times I misjudged myself.
from the lips of the kaid. "Allah keriml But it was necessary that you be kept in
A sultan's ransom." The light ceased. ignorance, so that you could play your
He thrust the bag into his ahakarah. part properly. You convinced the kaid
A groan from Matoogi. that you were losing a fortune. Other
''Ride, then," snapped Al-Lateef. wise, he might have looked more closely
"I go, aidi marabout," answered the at the stones with which he is riding so
kaid. He strode to his horse, mounted, madly toward his dreams."
galloped over to his soldiers. "I shall Matoogi swung into the saddle, now
return shortly," he told them. "Await held his own hand out. Al-Lateef
my return." clasped it.
Turning his horse, he galloped past ''Ride with me, my friend," said
Al-Lateef and Matoogi, who had now Matoogi. ''This horse will carry two, to
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By F. ST. MARS
EE, but that was some dash! of the tail of a lightning flash, and some
Ebon back; silver belly; forty thing had happened. The antelope had
six-inch scimitar horns shaped to turned, or something. The dog really
kill; horse maned ; stallion necked; stag didn't know. Only, the rest was a world
eyed; clean, razor edged hoofs •For• • whirling round, a six-inch hoof cut on his
the rest, legs of silk covered nickel, steel, flank, a two-inch horn puncture on his
thin!_as hazel wands; eyes melting like neck, and so- l
dew; a carriage of hauteur and grace be... Also the bull sable was there thirty
yond compare· sure, but I tell you there yards away checking the tail end of his
was class in that layout. And the whole · charge in an acrid cloud of dust. Then
the whole superb, charging, hurtling, con he was not there!
centrated compound of pride and dash, He was halfway back, charging, and
fight and fire and fury, stirred the wilder coming like the wind, the drumming of
ness under the style and title of bull sable, his clean cut hoofs beating a furious
or Hippotragua niger, or harrisbuck, but tattoo.
now a whirlwind electrified, and by any And then that wild dog went away.
name, a thoroughbred. He was sorry to go· but, well, there is a
The hunting dog, who boasted that in limit even to the capacity of the most
the end he could run down and slay any diabolical killing machine on four legs
thing with cleft hoofs that lived on that in africa. Which he was, and that is say
continent, rolled three times in the chok ing a lot. Like some other people in this
ing dust and flying stones, and up sprang world I could name, murder, devilish and
three springs and raced thirteen yards: vile, was his profession, but not fighting.
all in one single movement and without a He loved life his life.
check. Then the antelope stopped. After assisting the lean, loping, leering,
He was not quite sure, that hyena-like long, hyena-like one to keep going on his
wild dog, whether he was still whole or in way, the sable, the prince of all the ante
parts; nor did he in the least understand lopes, stopped. Killing was not his job,
how he came to be still alive instead of though fighting might be. He too loved
pulverized altogether. life.
He only knew that he had pursued an He watched the wild hunting dog dwin
antelope as per custom, to tire it down, dle to a speck, a:ad from a speck to an evil
to chop pieces out of its flank himself memory, as the interminable nyika; the
behind in safety as it ran, until from loss thorn scrub, swallowed him utterly. Then
of blood and fatigue, it fell at his mercy; he spun about on his own heels and gal
and that Well, here he was, don't you loped off in the opposite direction. And
see? It had been rather like taking hold you wonder why?
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But those who know the wild hunting short muzzled, round eared, brindled,
dogs of the Dark Continent will not. shot up above the bush far behind. It
These canine plagues do not go alone. had vanished again in an instant the
The cruel Fate that n1ade them has de head of some dog beast leaping up to
creed that there are always others, some sight his prey, as terriers, ratting, leap in
where; unless, indeed, this happened to long grass.
be the last straggler, or a wounded indi Anon another head appeared, and then
vidual for they do not kill or eat their a third. Never more than that except
casualties as the wolf people do and that, now and then a bushy tailtip and just a
in this case, was hardly likely. head now here, now there, and silence.
Therefore the sable departed the spot The cruel nyika hid the rest, but the heads
at the speed of the sable, which is no tor were enough. They showed that the
toise trot either ; for he is one of the three pack was on the sable hull's trail. The
swiftest antelope in Africa, and they are a pack makes to the front and on flank;
swift tribe, scarce to be beaten by any females to the rear; mothers behind.
thing on four legs that lives, bar one. The pack hunting in relays, each relay
And that one was behind him, now. making the running, while the other fell
Even as he flashed there is no other back and recovered wind. The pack
word for it in and out among the bushes hunting by sight and sound, as well as by
(always thorny) he could hear, far away scent. The pack trained to perfect com
in the grim, endless nyika, the deep, long bination, under faultless, almost military
drawn howl like the second syllable of control. Could anything hope to prevail
the cuckoo's call, that is the rally cry of against that? Few indeed. Even the
the terrible Cape hunting dog ; and the prince of slayers, the leopard, who had
sound gave wings to his heels. It fair watched the sable fly past with a snarl,
made one's blood run cold to hear it. got himself with almost undigpified haste
The lone dog was calling the pack to into a tree when he heard that eery cry
gether. The pack that almost never left break out way back. The lordly eland,
a trail without making a kill. The pack even, heavy as an ox, big as a race horse,
that never tired, never stopped, never fled as were all the other antelopes
spared. Heaven help you, sable. fleeing for miles in all directions, as they
alone flee before fire, at the sound of that
THE SABLE, however, was dread call. And finally, even the king
helping himself. How that lion himself, an old king, 'tis true, re
�Q beast shifted. He did not moved himself with suspicious and most
merely gallop; he tore. He unkingly speed from a thicket out of the
threw the miles behind as a man blows line of the hunt, at that rallying pack call.
puffs of smoke over his shoulder. He ate Everywhere everybody that was any
up the map. Nor did the vile roughness body in the wild world fled without shame
of the ground, the everlasting thorns, out of the way, to get as far from the sable
hooked where they were not straight, and his fearful hounds as possible, and
four inches where they were not six, make not risk, even by the smallest chance,
any difference. He flew what he could seeming to have any connection with him
not crash through ; still I don't under whatsoever, or to be even found anywhere
stand by what magic he failed to leave in his vicinity. How human, and yet
half his satin coat hung in strips upon how natural. One of these would die for
thorns in his wake. He must have broken certain anyway, they knew that, those
the back of quite a few records. wild folk. Why risk more than one?
Ha! And you think that made any Why indeed? They fled.
difference? You think anything could You see, the end of that hunt was
make any difference? known already to the hunters, and to the
See! Within a few minutes, a head� dlunted ; at least, they thought it was, for
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when the wild dogs of Africa fasten to the had either no flanks left, or chose to come
trail of a quarry, they may just as well be to bay and die. He himself, though the
fastened to the flanks of the quarry itself effort seemed like to faint his heart, made
for all the chance it has of getting away. a spurt too; and the devil behind fell back
Only one faint hope offered the river. without its chop. But no inatter; others
The river Zambu Maru, however, was took its place. The process was repeated.
very far away; too far away, perhaps, It was ghastly; coming nearer to success
and it meant making a curve to reach, each time.
which the intelligent hunting dogs would
be sure to grab advantage of by taking THEN it was that the bull
the inner line. " sable, stumbling a little now,
Nevertheless, the sable grabbed that caught sight above the bushes
last and only hope, and even as he did so, ahead of the twisting double
he shied suddenly, madly, with a tre avenue of feathery palms that represented
mendous bound and snort like a fright his first view of the river. It looked, how
ened horse at something that shot from ever, to represent his last view of life; and
a mimosa thicket in front and hurtled I think it must have done, if, ever ahead
away ahead. dragging him on magically as by invisible
The beautiful bull was so startled that ropes, the could not have seen· and I
for a moment he did not realize whom he think it was about all he could see by then
had put up. Then, in the slightly re -the inimitable satin hind quarters; the
duced, somewhat faded edition of himself, neat, clean cut hoofs of the doe sable, lit
even to the horns, but only thirty-five erally flying ahead. And that saved him.
inches long, there was he saw before him I feel sure of it. That hind view of her
his well, his affinity. In fact 'twas a alone gave him just that extra something
lady of the sable clan, whose "clean· heels" that forced his aching legs on long after
in two senses were- also in two senses he lost knowledge really of what he was
"leading him on." doing, or whither he was going.
But I don't pretend that the bull knew It was an awful time, an appalling few
what he was doing when he drove her minutes of living hell ; but the end of it
before him toward the river in that oasis. was crazy crash down through the bushes
I only know he lowered his horns it was that lined the riverbank; a terrific double
a signal, and enough if she seemed to splash, and seethe and commotion of
swerve. Truly he was famed for many waters as the two big beasts leaped head
things speed, pluck, dash and grace long in, and an odd, eery, whining chatter
personified but good .temper was not one from the leading hunting dog, dancing
of them. up and down on the edge of the water, so
Therefore, you behold the two plunging close behind that the splash of the plunge
madly on. The bull sable's breath half blinded him as it smothered his
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wrenched out in choking sobs now. His "working" face.
head flung back, black wet nostrils high, But that was not all. ·
agony of distress in the bulging eyes. Now few African beasts take to a river
His tongue was flopping out on one side. solely from choice. Possibly the sables
And presently behind him he. heard a knew that; knew that they had simply
swift patter, an unmistakable dog-like jumped out of the frying pan into a very
panting, drawing nearer and nearer. He hot fire. The three sinister, mysterious
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plops that had followed their own twin
endeavoring to spurt up alongside in plunge proved it. Those noises were
order to take a chop a mere handful basking crocodiles launching in haste.
out of his flank, and fall back again. Realizing all these facts with the swift
This gentle process would be repeated by ness of instinct, the fear burned in by a
one or other of the devils behind, till he thousand generations of fear, the doe
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sable did not head straight across the that he was out of the bush in a flash.
river but turned aside, and swam to a There was a sound as of swords no,
small, straggly island some thirty yards scimitars whirling through the stagnant,
from the bank. stifling silence, three times very quickly,
The bull made no complaint, but after and there were three distinct soft thuds.
continuing on his own course which One of the hunting dogs landed upon
was straight across that death laden his o'vn back, one upon his side, one in the
stream for another few yards, he too shallows. They were all dead, or dying
turned and followed the satin coated ladv .,
so obviously as made no odds : slain,
to the island. Landing quickly one does blasted out of life in a second, each by a
not dally in those waters he promptly single stroke of the bull sable's superb
rammed his ebon hindquarters into the long, curved, pointed horns.
most vilely spiked bush he could find And in the pause that followed all up
and, with scimitar polished horns facing and down the river, all heard distinctly a
outward awaited Fate's next move. sudden, startled, despairing howl that
It was not long in coming. rose and choked in a gurgle. It was
The three first hunting dogs "up" had the leader of the hunting dogs going un
taken to the water at once and swam a der. But he ought to have known that he
little way after the sables. Then their carried the taint of the blood smell, and
hearts failed them, or perhaps they that in an African river spells death.
smelled the musky perfume crocodiles The croc had got him. He never came
bave, and they turned back. up; never appeared on this earth again.
Arrived now, limping, that gibbering Then the hunting dogs went away.
fiend who had first essayed to hunt bull They had never crossed the river in their
sables· out of sheer greed, you may be lives. No power on earth was going to
sure· on his own account. Pretty at no make them cross it no,v, after what they
time, he was demoniacal now, with blood had seen.
soaking his piebald faded coat in crimson But the two sables crossed it and at
smudges. Apparently, however, he car once, which, though they may not have
ried some weight 'in the cutthroat canine known it, was the best thing they could
councils; was, probably, leader of the have done, the crocodiles being too busy
criminal crew. Anyhow, his rage at the rushing to the taint of blood round the
loss of the prey seemed several times the two <;arcasses already available for "bur
greatest, so that after, by growls, cursing, ial," to trouble about the chance of
and by snaps impressing everybody with creating a third one.
in careless reach, he himself took the From the top of the bank, a magnifi
water and he did not turn back. cent silhouette against the burning sky,
Seeing this, the three biggest and the bull sable looked back proudly and
strongest male hunting dogs waded out as defiantly at the last hunting dog, also in
far as they could, and struck out for the silhouette, but certainly not superb, just
island. vanishing over the top of the opposite
The current was swift, and the exertion bank.
of swimming great, so that the wounded Beast regarded beast, and turned away.
leader could not, therefore, go so fast The act represented the birth of a new era.
as he might have done, and the three The last survivors from the ravages of the
stalwarts passed him and went on. They hunting dogs, the sables entered a new
landed. They attacked the bull sable kingdom together, side by side; a country
in and out like winking electric currents. that had never known sable. And that,
as much to the rear as the thorns per my friends, is why you shall now find
mitted. Perhaps they did not know their sable antelopes on the left bank of the
sable; never realized the mettle of which Zambu Maru River, but not on the right
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Ilombergs through \vhich only two ships he discovered G illian was missing, he
had ever successfully passed to save charged down upon Scarlett at the
time. wheel.
Meanwhile, aboard the Spaniard, Gil "You rat !" he roared, his face con
lian had learned the truth about the torted. "This is your doing where is
crime. She surprised her brother and she?"
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sick moment of realization that she was take care you don't suggest again that I
shipped with a pair of murderers, she lost know anything about her."
all sense of caution ; she denounced them, Ruthven's anger subsided.
forgetful that Scarlett was a desperate "She's not aboard," he said heavily;
man. and, suddenly flaming up again, "My
So Scarlett, not to be balked at this God, where is she?"
late stage, drank Ruthven under the
table one evening, put in at the Island of HE RAYS of the lantern he carried
Moselle and when the Spaniard hoisted lighted up his face grown suddenly
sail again Gillian stood, a lonely figure on older, more tired.
the beach, marooned. And when the "Let's have the boys down and ask ,em
Peregrine came mincing up to the island what they know."
to replenish her water butts, Torquil had "l,.ve done that," said Scarlett sharply.
to take one of the hated enemy aboard his "They don't know a thing."
ship. "Did she go ashore this morning?"
On the Spaniard, Ruthven finally "Yes.'�
sobered. Insane with rage and fear when "And came back?"
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HOf course she came back. Do you burst out at last. "Torquil, let Raki take
think I'd leave here there?, her. Better heave to, an' see what can be
"What did she do then?" done."
"Went below just as we cast off." They battled with the leak for hours.
"You're sure?" With all their strength they worked at
"I'm dead sure." the mischief. But the surging water de
"Then she's gone," said Ruthven. fied tht'm. The trouble had gone too far
He walked over to the rail, a vast before it was discovered. Again and
shadow in the gloom. Scarlett was again they patched and bolstered and
conscious of his eyes, burning through the plugged, covered now with grease and oil,
dropping night. There was no speech be and wet to the skin. The exultant sea
tween them just silence, the heavy, un thrust its green fingers into the Peregrine.
easy silence of suspicion and hate. Time passed, but neither Torquil nor
Scarlett set his mouth and drove the Callaghan paid the slightest heed. For
Flying Spaniard on toward Tungas. them the hours were swallowed up in this
grim battle with the sea. Just before two
CHAPTER j XI on the second day Callaghan gave a
grunt and straightened his back.
DESE;RTION
"No good," he said. "Blaise, who's at
LAISE came up to Torquil. the pumps nowP Well, guess we're done.
"She's sprung a leak," he panted. Another six hours maybe. Maybe not so
"No wonder she's wallowing like long."
this. Callaghan's sending the boys to the He was right. They knew it. All three
pumps." of them had known it for an hour past.
f> He ran his wet hands through his hair. But it goes hard to give up the fight
''It's pretty bad," he said. "That reef " against the sea. Those pumps they
The rattle of the pumps began. A dis weren't much use. For every gallon they
heveled Callaghan raced here and there, cleared out, a gallon and a half came in.
urging, cursing. Gillian, terrified, flat Th e. Kanakas bent their back to the
tened herself against the deck house as work. They made no murmur. In
the men rushed by. shifts they labored under the heat of the
"Is it gone too far to fotherP" asked sun. But they were frightened. They
Torquil. were cowed by disaster. Their simple
"Going to try now,"' said Blaise, and minds connected it with the displeasure of
rushed away to the locker where odd the tall chief on Moselle. While they
pieces of sailcloth were stored. worked they spoke in low tones. Without
His hands were hot and he fumbled, doubt the whole ship was under a spell.
but at last he pulled out a crumpled There could be only one end to such a
length. Behind him Raki was gathering beginning as this. One of them spied a
up scraps saved for such a contingency sinister fin above the water sharks.
oakum, yarn, anything that would help to They stood to their task, but their hearts
choke up the hole in the Peregrine's were gone.
bottom. Towards three o'clock the wind in
"Come on," boomed Callaghan's voice. creased. There was an oily swell on.
"This ain't no tea party !" The Peregrine began to wallow more
They worked like slaves to save the heavily now, more lazily, like an old
Peregrine. The loose stuff was lowered by dowager among cushions. The men
means of the sailcloth to the leak. The
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current sweeping into the hole carried the shoulders. The clank of the pumps went
scraps with it. The scrape of the pumps on. No one thought of · Gillian. Even
went on with maddening monotony. Blaise had forgotten her. For all of
"Fotherin' ain't no good," Callaghan them there was nothing but the dying
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ship. The galley fires went out, and sudden uproar. Raki had brought on
with them went the Kanakas' courage. deck a cooking pot a heavy copper
--Torquil was busy stocking the long thing that appealed to his primitive mind
boat. Biscuits, water, blankets, a tar in some extraordinary way. lie was
paulin he flung them all in. Callaghan, trying to throw it into the longboat.
rolling curses, helped him. _s Blaise had spotted him. He flung himself
. "There won't be much room for all of at the uplifted arms. There was a crash
us in the longboat," he said suddenly to and the two of them closed. Torquil
Torquil. "Us three, five boys an' the turned to see blood on Blaise's shirt.
girl. Nine. That'll be a tight fit if Torquil went for him, raging. The
we're afloat very long." Kanaka tore himself free and leaped for
"Aye," said Torquil dully. _
the longboat. His panic infected the
"What about the raft? Better get it other boys. Insane with fear, they piled
up afore it's too late. It'll carry some of into the boat. The knife that had
'em, anyway." stabbed Blaise slashed through the ropes
that held fast to the Peregrine. The thing
BLAISE and Callaghan hauled was done in an instant.
the raft on deck. Sweating, Torquil's gun spat and Raki crumpled
panting, they let it lie where it up in the stern sheets. But already two
fell and went to Torquil. None pairs of oars were at work, rowing fran
of them had eaten since morning. It was tically away from the doomed ship. The
now mid-afternoon. waves took the longboat, tossing it from
''Look out !'' shouted Blaise. one to another like a cork, flinging it
He gripped Gillian's arm and held her south farther and farther away from
for dear life. The Peregrine was list the reach of gun or voice.
ing heavily to port. Down the slanting Blaise staggered to his feet as Torquil's
decks a boy rolled, plunging headlong arms jerked him upright. His shirt was
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Torquil lifted Blaise, and Blaise smiled hastily. "But it's damn funny that no
gamely and set his teeth as he was body saw her fall. An accident like that
lowered to the raft. Once there, he rolled doesn't happen without some one seeing
over on his face and fainted for the first it. I've sent for Natui. If he knows
time in his life. anything he's going to spit it out."
The Peregrine was shuddering. Cal "Why should he keep it dark if he saw
laghan saw the ominous settling motion her fall?"
and yelled : "That's what he's going to tell me,"
"Jump! She's going !" said Ruthven.
"Catch hold of Blaise !" Torquil shouted. Scarlett smiled. It would be amusing
''You'll lose him." to watch Ruthven play the heavy in
He turned to Gillian. · terrogator. He leaned back against the
"When I say jump, .you're to jump," wall, hands thrust in pockets, his heel
he told her. "I'll get you all right." kicking monotonously at a locker.
He swung over the side and dropped Natui came dragging into the cabin.
into the sea beside the raft. Callaghan He stood first on one foot, then the other.
stretched out a hand, and somehow he got It was obvious that he was frightened.
on the planks. Between them they "Come here," Ruthven thundered at
maneuvered the raft closer in to the him. "Natui, you savvy him Gillian all
ship. Torquil pushed the wet hair out of same lost ?"
his eyes and peered up. Gillian was Natui swallowed.
waiting, her face dead white. He bal ''Savvy, Rutian.''
anced himself to receive the impact of "Him Gillian drown in dipitee deep
her body, throwing his weight forward as sea," pursued Ruthven. "Suppose you
he lifted his wet arms. lookout boy all time Gillian drown in
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"Jump !" dipitee, how you not see Gillian? HeyP
The boy wet his lips. His eyes sought
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Scarlett.
UTHVEN was moody. He had re "Look at me," commanded Ruthven
covered somewhat from his clash irritably. "You not see Gillian?"
with Scarlett, and stalked about the "No, Rutian "
deck with a set face. The boys jumped at "You all same damn liar. You see
his least command. Pau Tiau spilled Gillian. You likem Gillian drown. Hey?"
some coffee and got a beating that kept "No, no !"
him on his face all day. Scarlett said "You fetchem one fella whip," said
nothing. But his brain was working fu Ruthven malevolently, pointing to a
riously. How much did Ruthven guess?
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lash that hung on a nail. ·"You see
He watched the boys like a cat. Had any Gillian drown, you all same damn bad.
of them dared to speak? Suppose me beat, suppose you all same
l\.ll morning they went westward, die.' '
hurrying toward Tungas. Just before The threat was effective. Natui gave
noon Scarlett went below, to find Ruthven a howl of despair and flung himself at
sitting on the table, his swinging legs Scarlett's feet. He protested amid sobs
crossed, his arm.s folded. His eyes were that he had seen nothing of Gillian, that
flickering oddly. he kne'v nothing. He implored Scarlett
''Scarlett!" to save him. But Scarlett said not a
"l'Vell?" word.
"About Gillian " "Why does he keep yowling to youP"
Scarlett's eyes narrowed. Ruthven demanded, lifting a flushed face.
"I warned you, Ruthven," he said. "Scarlett, do you hear? There's some
"Watch what you say to me." thing queer at the back of this. None of
"I know, I know," Ruthven said the boys will give me a straight answer.
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I've questioned the lot Natui's the last. THEY looked at each other.
They ·won't tell me a thing. But they Ruthven shrugged his shoul
know something. And you do, too. ders with a curious gesture of
All of you know something that I helplessness and went on deck.
don't." One day he'd take all the courage he had
His eyes went from Scarlett to the in both his hands and finish with Scar
trembling Kanaka. lett. What kept him back? The fellow's
"Did she kill herself?" he asked un eyes his cold insolence? Ruthven looked
steadily. "Is that what you're hiding ?" down at his hands and saw that they· were
There was no answer. Ruthven ·s trode trembling.
across the narrow floor and gripped "Rutian," 'said a voice. -
Scarlett's shoulders. He looked round. Inside the deck
"You little rat ! What is it? Tell house crouched a brown body. It was
me. Tell me, or I'll kill jyou right Natui. The boy was plainly terrified lest
here." any one else should hear him. .
Scarlett never moved. His dark eyes "Sekeleti all same in cabin?" he
stared mockingly into the angry blue whispered.
ones. His voice was cold as steel. Ruthven glanced round. There was no
"You're a fool, Ruthven," he said. sign of Scarlett. He nodded. Natui
"And you don't have hysterics well. If beckoned cautiously. Lounging across
you want to start something with me,
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the deck, Ruthven stooped as if to rub
his foot.
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His black eyes narro,ved to two slits in ness of wet wood, made it exhausting
his sallow face. His lean, graceful body work to maintain a hold. For the first
was taut with passion. half hour she felt violently sick. It
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"Do you think you or Gillian or any passed as she accustomed her body to the
body else is going to stretch my neck? uneasy movement. Blaise never stirred.
You hulking fool, you're just a pawn in He was conscious, as th�y knew by his
my game. That's all you've ever been. muffled grunts. Torquil and Callaghan
I've kept you with me because you've exchanged anxious glances.
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got brawn. A lump of muscle, that's all "He's bad," said Torquil presently.
you are " "Miss Ruthven Gillian, will you can
His slow, deadly voice went on and on, you lift his head a bit? That's it."
until he had Ruthven quivering like a They talked little. There seemed
man under the lash. The terrified Natui, nothing to say. All their efforts were
'vith his bare shoulders pressed hard concentrated on keeping their lives out
against the deck house, watched them as of the greedy clutch of the sea. The
one 'vatches a sudden encounter between sun went down, swimming out of sight
two bulls. Suddenly he screamed a through a gray haze that came out of the
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water to meet it. In the darkening sky The word sent a tremor through his
the dim stars showed. On the tossing hearers. How long could they all last
raft the four could see one another as out on that half flask of whisky, those
vague shadows. crumbling biscuits?
With sunset came a swift relief from the Worn out at last, Blaise fell into a fitful
heat of the day. But it was a relief that doze. The raft slid over the water where
lasted less than an hour. The tropic the starlit sky lay reflected. Callaghan
night fell on them with the coolness that shifted cautiously, easing the strain of
comes at sea level. It flayed their sodden, Blaise's body against his own.
fatigued bodies like a knife. Torquil "He's asleep," he said in a whisper.
swung his a::ns :� and fro, stirring the ''Is the girl all right?''
stagnant blood to life again. Torquil turned to the silent figure be-
They heard B laise speaking, labo side him.
riously, heavily, like a man trying to lift "All right, Gillian?"
something too big for him. There was no answer.
"Damned boy," he was saying. "Kill "Gillian," he said again. He leaned
him one day • . Torquil, I've got a
• closer so that he felt the slim shoulders
flask somewhere." heaving with the sobs which she strove
Fumbling in his pockets they pulled m va1n to repress.
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out the leather covered flask. From the "Oh, hell," he whispered, dismayed.
canvas bag ·Torquil fished out a crumbling "Don't give way like this."
handful of biscuit. In the dim starlight She shook him off and buried her face
he poured out a little whisky into the palm in her arms.
of his cupped hand and soaked the biscuit "Gillian," he begged with a note of
in ·the p reciQus drops. Callaghan and
. subdued urgency. "What is itP Are
Gillian propped Blaise up between them. you cold again? Are you scared?"
He swallowed the biscuit and it seemed to By her sudden stillness he knew he had
revive him. But the movement jerked hit the mark. In his heart there stirred
at his wound. Callaghan felt the hot the swift, inexplicable pity that men feel
blood welling under his hand. for a weak thing terrified beyond en
"We'll have to make a fresh bandage," durance. He forgot her insolence, the
he said. "Lie back again, sonny." proud way in which she had carried her
"Tear my shirt up," murmured Blaise self aboard the lost Peregrine.
faintly. . "Try to sleep. It'll pass the time."
"Doesn't Gillian wear petticoats?" "No."
said Torquil. "But you must. Lean against me for a
Gillian went scarlet at his tone. bit.,
"Keep him still," she said to Callaghan. She was shivering....as he drew her to
"No I can tear it myself." him.
"Here you are," said Torquil, hand "Let me hold you, Gillian. No, you'll
ing the torn strips to Callaghan. "Make have to come right in my arms."
it into a pad and hold it tight. It may "No," said Gillian, so firmly that
stop the bleeding." Blaise stirred in his sleep. Torquil's
The swell died as the night wore away. great arms reached out in the darkness
presently Blaise began to talk jerkily, and lifted her into shelter.
deliriously. He scolded imaginary · boys, She stiffened for a struggle; then her
shouted for drinks, played over and over body sagged. She had no more fight left.
again a disputed game of poker. He A terrible weariness overtook her, an
talked of Torquil, of Callaghan, of utter collapse of mind and body under
Manisty. the urgency of exhaustion. Torquil spoke
Presently the note altered. A fretful to her, but she did not hear him. All
clamor for water came from the dry lips. through the night he sat there, his arms
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cramped and stiff. Blaise lay like a log, and seemed to have no strength in his
sunk in a stupor of sleep in Callaghan's body.
arms. "Going to be hot," he announced
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How would it end, Torquil wondered. He was right. In an hour's time the
They were still drifting westward. Was raft was like a grill. The sun poured
it possible that they might be blown down on them, devouring them. The
across the track of some ship heading for lazy wind brought small relief. Before
• Tungas? It was an unfrequented part of their tired eyes the sea glittered so that
the Pacific. Most of the trade that came they must turn this way and that for re
to the island came from the west and lief and find none. The men pulled up
north. their tattered shirts to protect their
In the hour before dawn he went down heads.
into the depths. It didn't matter about Blaise was rocked uneasily, turning
himself. But to watch Blaise suffer; to from side to side regardless of the pain
see Callaghan licking his cracked lips with that every movement caused him. He
his dry tongue; to know that Gillian talked incessantly, and the others for
that girl . . . bore to check him, though his voice had
After an interminable night, the st<J,rs become a broken whisper, and his de
paled. A faint light showed in the east. mands for water made Torquil clench his
Overhead layer after layer of darkness hands. As noon came on he lay quiet at
was rolled up and put away. Torquil last, sunk like the rest in a torpor. Any
waited for the sun as a man might wait thing seemed preferable to the appalling
for a reprieve from death. In the gray heat. Even the chill of the night took on
light he glanced at Gillian. He felt a a pleasant aspect. They were tormented
queer thrill of satisfaction as he looked at by the sun and the brazen sky, and the
her, whom he had held through the night. everlasting blue of the sea.
A sound made him look up sharply. The sun would go down, the sea and
Across the red-gold of Gillian's head he the sky would melt into darkness but
and Blaise stared at each other with a the greatest terror of all would remain.
strange hostility. The torture of thirst. The salt air set
their throats to shouting for water.
THE SUN climbed up the Their lips cracked, and tongues became
rungs of the sky and sent a wooden clogs. Speech became difficult.
glow of friendly warmth to the After noon Torquil measured out half
cold racked bodies on the raft. a biscuit apiece. He looked at the
By eight o'clock their chilled blood was whisky and glanced at Callaghan. Cal
running more quickly, their cramped laghan nodded. Torquil doled out
muscles easier. Cautiously they moved Blaise's ration and turned to Gillian.
about, stretching themselves. Torquil "What about you?" asked Gillian.
opened the canvas bag and shared out "Callaghan and I will have ours pres-
biscuit. They moistened their mouths ently."
with whisky that seemed like liquid fire. "Is there how much is there now?"
Gillian's terror had passed. From her He showed her.
pocket she drew a little comb and made "Yes, it's not much," he said in answer
as elaborate a toilette as possible with the to her cry of dismay. "If we don't get
help of a square inch of mirror. Gravely picked up by tomorrow night . . . "
she insisted that the men do the same. The day wore away. Gradually the
For the first time in thirty-six hours heat lessened. But with evening the wind
Callaghan laughed . rose. The surface of the raft was washed
"Blaise,'' said Torquil, "shall I lift you again and again by the waves. How long
a bit? Sit up, man. That easier?" could their exhausted bodies cope with
Blaise grunted. He looked very white the force of two elements? ,�!ready
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Torquil felt himself shivering violently the sun penetrated to their cold racked
with the change from hot to cold that bodies. They were wet to the bone and
swept across the sea at sundown. their clothes were in ribbons.
The brief twilight ended. Across the To Blaise the day brought nothing save
sky scudded flying clouds that hid the the sight of Gillian's face.
stars. It seemed doubtful whether the Tenacity of purpose, the determination
raft would live till morning. Torquil to see her again, had kept him alive
thanked the gods for that coil of rope that through the night. Callaghan had fought
he had slung over his shoulder on quitting the sea for him, holding him safely
the Peregrine. He passed it round through the tear and stress of the water.
Gillian's body and his own. The boy had set his lips and endured.
But the constant movement had jerked
THEY crouched as a wave savagely at his wound. As the hours
smashed against them. The passed the pain in his side increased.
dark swirling tide swept past, The beating of his heart began to hurt
leaving them drenched, chok him. It turned to a slow hammer that
ing. They spat out the salt water and seemed to require immense effort before
braced their bodies for the next assault. it would move. A fear possessed him
Numbed, half blinded, they pitted against a terrible fear that he would never see
the enemy all the strength that remained Gillian again. He tried to call to her, but
in them. A fierce anger awoke in Torquil. no sound came.
Gillian, held fast by the rope that bound He couldn't swallow the soaked biscuit
them, heard him shouting in the darkness. with which they tried to feed him in the
The sound of his curses banished the sick morning. With weak impatience he
despair that ·had her by the throat. Life ! pushed it aside. Wasting time like that!
Over her there swept a sudden determina As if he could eat the damned stuff! He
tion to ride out this storm. A swift became aware that Torquil was holding
fierce flood seemed to shoot through her him holding him tightly as though
veins. afraid of losing him. With enormous care
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The extraordinary, reckless courage he turned his head and stared at Gillian.
that possessed her kept her sane. Again A deep content stole over him. She sat so
and again the waves swept over her, still, her body outlined sharply against
leaving her blind, choking, sick. The the eternal blue. The sun was on her
rope that bound her to Torquil began to hair, turning it to the red-gold color he
cut through her sodden clothes. The con had loved. Her slim hands lay folded in
stant rub and strain became a torture. her lap. He tried to stretch out his own,
She set her teeth and said no word, but he but they would not move.
felt her fumbling to ease the rope and He leaned back against Torquil. Sud..
guessed at the cause. He pulled her denly he was very weary. The hammer
close to him. that was his heart rose fell rose • • •
"Keep close," he ordered. "I'll hold Still he looked straight into Gillian's eyes
you." -looked so long that he scarcely knew
His arm went round her like a steel when they changed into the eyes of God.
hawser. The cruel thresh of the waves
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himself took the glass and tried to decide "'Tis quiet as death he is,, finished
whether any of the four people aboard the Peters. "Will you want weights?"
raft re1nained alive. The mate, George He strolled away to get then1. Harvey
Peters, standing by, opined that if they lifted Blaise on to the spread sailcloth.
were alive they'd be making signals. The greedy sea would have him, a peace
'•Exhausted, most likely," said Harvey. offering for the safety of three lives. When
"Remember the seas we've had. Take a Peters came back with the weights
look, George. Looks like one of 'em's a Harvey said no word. Together they
woman." made the dead boy secure against the
Peters took the glass. nameless hunters who haunt the sea floor.
"That's right," he said almost at once. When at last all was ready, Harvey
"A girl Hey, she's movin' ! Strike me, mopped his forehead.
she's seen us. Tryin' to wave. Pokin'
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"Put up a bit of a prayer," he com
the men up • • ." manded, and listened attentively while
With difficulty the men of the Henry Peters invoked the care of God and his
James hauled the living and the dead saints for the soul of the unknown
from the raft, into the longboat. Cal dead . • • .
Callaghan was silent. Gillian's strength sunken eyes that had a queer, dead look
was failing. The night had exhausted all in them. Rafferty swallowed hard.
of them. The last crumbs of biscuit stuck · "That young man," he said desper
in their parched throats. At the bottom ately. ''That young man who is dead.
of the flask were a few drops of whisky. What was his name?"
None of them would drink it, until at ' Torquil's set lips quivered. Into those
last Torquil made Gillian swallow it. terrible, staring eyes came a frightened
She had been shivering for a long time, look. A thick, choked voice answered
and her face was flushed and feverish. Rafferty's question-
She had slept a little in the night, turning "Blaise." ·
toward him, creeping closer in blind At that word the rigid body relaxed.
search of warmth. The hostility that had The unnatural, stony calm wavered, then
flared between them was gone. Cal broke. Torquil turned on his face, bury
laghan, huddled beside them on the rock ing his head in his arms. For a moment
ing boards, remembered that they had Rafferty stood and watched the heaving
been enemies, and put his swollen tongue shoulders.
in his cheek. Then he went out, shutting the door
The strain was over. But as Torquil's behind him with a triumphant slam.
body could not at once accustom itself to
change but must still lie cramped and II
awkward in Rafferty's bunk, so his mind
refused for a time to accept the things HE FLYING SPANIARD was
that had happened. For a long time he laboring toward Moselle. Ruthven
lay like a man dazed, his aching eyes stood at the wheel and urged the
fixed on the brown blanket that covered ship forward. She swayed and heeled
him. Still he could feel the sickening like a tipsy jade, and e.ach time he
rock of the waves beneath the raft. Still brought her up again with an impatient
he could feel the burning aftertaste hand.
that neat whisky leaves on a smarting Ruthven's body ached but Scarlett
palate. lay senseless in his bunk. Ruthven began
Rafferty, standing by, became alarmed to sing hoarsely.
at the fixed look in those sleepless, red It was curious how suddenly Scarlett
rimmed eyes. had gone down at the end. At first he
. "Want anything?" he ventured at last. had fought like a devil ; then, abruptly,
There was no answer and he drew he had dropped. Ruthven had cursed
nearer to the silent figure. He had known him, taunted him, but he had been un..
men who left their sanity behind when able to rise. He had been carried below
they were picked up. Rafferty stirred by two of the boys, and Ruthven swung
uneasily. the Flying Spaniard round with her head
"Must rouse him somehow,'' he mut toward Moselle for Gillian.
tered. Then, aloud, "Don't you feel like The afternoon drew on to the rich hour
sleepin'?" before sunset. Ruthven lifted his head,
No answer. suddenly conscious of the vivid blue of the
"You mustn't take it like this," sky and sea the strange, intense blue
Rafferty said. "You're all right now. that is never seen in the North. It ·
What might your name be, eh? Don't twisted his heart with its beauty. The
you hear me?" sun sent long shadows over the deck.
He paused, wiping his forehead. The shadow of the mainmast fell black
"You'll have had a tough time," he and cold along the planks. For no reason
said. "Maybe you've been afloat a good at all Ruthven shivered. He thought of
while?" Scarlett . • .
Torquil stared right through him with The sun \Vent down and the brief
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twilight began. Every rope and stanchion boys. A hand came out of the dark and
stood out with a grinning intensity. Al slipped over his throat. He bucked away
ready the stars were rushing to their from those sliding, sinewy fingers then
places. A coldness came into the wind the sounds of his frenzy stopped. Into
a chill that increased until Ruthven his mouth a gag was thrust. He could dis
shivered again. Soon the port and star tinguish the sour, thick taste of torn
board lights began to wink·on the rolling sacking. He tried to swallow choked
water. Ruthven stretched his cramped heaved his shoulders in a last effort to
fingers and shouted in the darkness for break the bonds above his elbows. About
Pau Tiau to take over the helm. his ankles he felt the bite of a rope. Turn
No one came in answer to his call. He and writhe as he would, Scarlett had him
shouted again. fast. Why was the fellow trussing h�m
There was no sound of voices. Nothing like a fowl? There was a rope binding
but the rumble and creak of rope and his knees now. His hands were forced
canvas, and straining wood. Angrily he together behind him tied with palms
decided to lash the helm and drag out outward. The agony of the bruised veins
Pau Tiau by the heels. His great hands of his wrists brought tears that burned
worked at the rope, making the wheel his eyes.
fast, then he strode forward.
Just by the deck house he stopped. He HE WAS left lying still. Where
heard the soft pad of bare feet behind was Scarlett? Moving his head
him. Swingjng round on his heel, he painfully, Ruthven tried to
peered into the darkness. He could see pierce the darkness. The wind
no one. blew freshly, and he smelled death in it.
"Hey, you boy !" This was the end. ·He knew it. He could
No answer. He felt the skin at the hear the slapping of a rope. Dimly he
back of his neck begin to prickle. perceived that Scarlett was busy with the
"You Pau Tiau !" mast. Something hurtled against the dim
Out of the night came the whir of a stars. A rope why should Scarlett be
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rope. It fell about him as he stood there, throwing a rope over the crosstree?
encircling ·him, tightening until his arms Yet that was what he was doing. With
were bound to his sides. Taken by sur- the coil over his arm Scarlett steadied
himself, and flung the rope's end over the
prise, he tried to hit out, but he could not
lift his arms above the elbow. Furious, crosstree. The loose end thudded down
he plunged wildly toward the side of the on the deck, and now his hot hands were
ship. At the fourth step he fell heavily, busy with that prone, helpless figure. In
jerked to his knees by the pull of the rope.
spite of Ruthven's furious rollings and
"What the hell's up?" he demanded. turnings he held him fast.
"Wait till I get out of this " "What's he doing?" screamed Ruth-
"lt'll be a long time before you do ven's terrified brain. "What in God's
that." name's he doing?"
"Scarlett !" He soon knew. Under his armpits a
The blood in his veins turned to water . rope was thrust, and knotted at the back.
at the sound of that lazy, mocking voice. He felt himself dragged across the deck
In a fury of despair he writhed in his to the foot of the mast. Scarlett's breath
bonds, struggling to free himself. It was was coming thickly as he hauled the
useless. Every movement tightened the heavy body of his enemy upright against
hempen coils. the mast.
"I've got you/' said Scarlett. "Thought He caught the loose end of rope and
you'd knocked me out stupid fool !" bent with all his might. Up up up
Ruthven caught his breath. Then he went the burden at the other end, sway
screamed screamed for help, for the ing, bumping against the mast. Vp and
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up, till Ruthven's head swung five feet be CHAPTER XIV
low the -crosstree. Panting, heaving,
NATUI TAI,KS
Scarlett put out the last ounce of his
strength to make his end of the rope fast. CARLETT hurried the Flying Span •
When the knot was secure he sank down, iard toward Moselle. Inasmuch as
exhausted, blown, his breath coming in he had quarreled with Ruthven os- •
to sing, to shout anything to shut out "All same bad," pursued Pau Tiau.
the sound. "Him Kanaka likem white man. Sup
Thud thud crash! pose Kanaka say Sekeleti stop all same
Perspiration burst from Scarlett's pores longatime?''
and ran clammily down his face. Auto Scarlett hesitated.
matically his hand rose to wipe his eyes "Pau Tiau savvy talk belong Moselle,"
free, his shouting torn from his mouth said the Kanaka with pride. "Suppose
and borne away on the night wind . • Pau Tiau go."
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"Right. You look-see find Gillian." long Moselle. Kanaka say him Gillian
Pau Tiau was rowed in state to the in boat all same ·"
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"Him Gillian all same gone." the wheel.
"Gone?" echoed Scarlett stupidly. The boys ran for the anchor. Soon
"0 Sekeleti, Pau Tiau find Kanaka be- its flukes lay wet and gleaming under the
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lantern. The mainsail bellied under an _ ing of the anchor chain. The men of
offshore breeze. The Flying Spaniard Tungas had blown up part of the reef to
slid into the night. make a harbor entrance and the Henry
Scarlett planned to make straight for James lay in the lagoon.
Tungas. It was there that he might pick "I've been here time and again," said
up news of Torquil and the Peregrine. He Harvey thoughtfully, "and the place gets
had neither food nor water to enable him me afresh every time. No'v why? There's
to make a prolonged search for the ship a hundred other places prettier than -
that had pursued him from Amanu. And Tungas."
Gillian would she have told Torquil the Callaghan shook his head.
destination of the Flying Spaniard? "There's no sayin'," he said. "It's
"Pau Tiau," he called in a harsh just different, that's all."
broken voice. Harvey nodded. His roving eye caught
A shadow rose at his right hand and sight of Gillian.
took the wheel from him without a word. "That gal," he said in a lower tone.
He went unsteadily to the companion and "Whose is she?"
lurched down the steps into the cabin. "Nobody's," said Callaghan. "An' if
With hands that shook he pulled off his your George Peters don't take care, he'll
coat. His dragging feet crossed the floor get his fingers burned. Look at him now
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to his bunk and he lay down. hoverin' round like a herring gull."
He turned this way and that, torn with They watched Peters stroll up to
a thousand fears. Through the starlit Gillian with an air of elaborate uncon
night the ship ploughed steadily to,vard cern.
Tungas. What the hell was that? "Hopin' I don't intrude,"· he said
Scarlett sprang up, broad awake, sweat- unctuously. "Good evenin'."
ing. A sound a dull, heavy sound like "Good evening," said Gillian politely.
a body swinging against the mast. "Yes, it is cooler now, and I have never
rl'hud thud cra�hl • • • been to Tungas before. Thank you, I
feel very much better, and I am sure the
II others do as well. I have already been
shown over the ship four times today,
WO DAYS after the raft was and I really couldn't face it again. No,
sighted the Henry James reached I do not mind wearing the mate's new
Tungas at sundown. slacks and Mr. Harvey's second best
Tungas is a cone shaped island en coat. I know quite well that I look more
closed by a reef against which the waves beautiful in them than in any other
break with unceasing roar. Seen for the clothes. Yes, ninety-seven men have
first time against an evening sky it seems told me I am beautiful. Well, 'vhat shall
the quintessence of all the beauty in the we talk about now?"
South Pacific. There is about it some But Mr. Peters had retreated. Gillian
subtle quality which distinguishes it from smiled and began to finger one of the
all other islands. Men come back to it brass buttons on the sack-like coat that
again and again. Kahina has the most enveloped her.
wonderful coral reefs in the world ; Port "Bit hard on him, \Vercn't you?"
Ed,vard Island has its bay ; Wakatea its She did not turn at Torquil's voice, but
mysterious ravine ; Les "'\.ves its sacred the s1nile died.
river. But Tungas has the essence of "Is it ever wise to be anything else?"
beauty itself that mysterious, incom "You've never been in love," said
municable enchantment that sets the Torquil. "You're cold, Gillian."
heart beating so fast. "Perhaps," she said shortly.
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warned her. "And don't go with any one Callaghan. "Harvey says we can have the
except me or .Callaghan. This place is a dinghy any time. The boys are gettin' it
hell hole." His face hardened. ·"I won out."
der if we're too late to get him?" "What about GillianP"
"Scarlett?" "Leave her here."
"Yes. I'm going ashore to see if I can "It's not safe."
pick up any news. There's just a chance "My Gawd, Torquil, after all you've
that he mayn't be in yet." said to that gal, are you carin' whether
"I don't see the Flying Spaniard." she's safe or not?"
"She may be anchored beyond the "Shut up," said Torquil. "We're going
point." He glanced at her curiously. ashore." Then he called to Gillian,
''Gillian, I'm sorry for the harsh things "Come on. Yes, in those togs. Shove
I said to you when we picked you up on your hair out of sight." He turned to
Moselle. It was because of Blaise." Sam Harvey.
It was the first time that the dead boy's "God knows when we'll be back, or
name had fallen between them. Gillian if we'll be back at all. For all you've
went very white. done for us thanks. We won't forget
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You'll never forgive me and I shan't "Put it there," said Harvey, reaching
.ever forgive myself." out a hairy paw. "Have you got any
"I had a damn good reason" Torquil cash?"
broke off short. "Here, we seem to be �'No, but Callaghan's got a few dollars."
starting it all over again." Harvey fished out some money.
Impulsively Gillian held out her hand. "Miss Ruthven will have to have some
He took it quickly. duds," he said. ''No take it, you fool.
"I suppose it's thanks to you that I'm Hey, you boys, you all same make haste.''
alive," said the girl. Striding away to avoid further thanks,
"Don't think about it," Torquil said. he went to hustle the Kanakas- who were
"It's all over for you." busy with the dinghy.
She looked up, startled. At last they were away. The dinghy
"And you?" shot across the lagoon toward the lights.
"My time's coming now," he reminded Callaghan loaded his pipe thoughtfully.
her grimly. "When I meet Scarlett . . . " The shore drew nearer. Across the
.She drew away from him and walked water drifted the high, sweet singing of
slowly to where Harvey and Callaghan women's voices. There was a thick scent
watched night creep over Tungas. Left of spices in the still air. The magic of the
alone, Torquil stared at the darkening southern night lay over Tungas, wearing
water. a spell as old as time itself. Torquil
. leaned forward to where Gillian's face
LIGHTS were showing ashore. showed like a dim flower. Her hand lay
Beach fires gleamed by the idly beside his and he felt a strange mad
water's edge, sending long re desire to take it. But the time was not
flections that danced across the yet. For him there must be no other
lagoon. The tinny tunes of five years being in the world but Scarlett . . . The
before wheezed raucously from the cabin boat crunched on the sand and he sprang
where Mr. Peters had retired to console out to lift the girl·ashore.
himself with an aged gramophone. Cal- The Kanakas shouted a farewell and
l laghan lounged up. pushed off. Left alone, the three stood
"What about goin' ashore?" still, rejoicing in the feel of solid ground
"Right. But I reckon we've missed beneath their feet. Presently Callaghan
him." bent down and scooped up a handful of
'"We may pick up his tracks," said sand
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"Blimey, but it's good to feel it again," She had pulled off her cap and the lamp
he said. "Well, come on.'·' light fell full on her flushed face and
"Where away?" bright hair.
Callaghan puffed meditatively. "You're lookin' fine," said Callaghan,
"Best make for McCarthy's," he-said. . his mouth full of pork.
"I ain't seen him this nine year. But I "Aye," McCarthy assented. "I'm not
reckon he's still hangin' out in the same so bad."
old shack." He twisted a button on his coat with
They turned to the right, along a wide nervous fingers.
road that led away from the sea into the "I reckon it's as blue as ever it was?"
heart of the island. Many people jostled he burst out at last.
against them. Kanakas walked here and "What the sea?"
there carrying huge, flaring torches. McCarthy nodded.
"The town's straight ahead," said "Blue as ever," Callaghan assured
Callaghan. � him. ''Thank you, jest a finger."
They pushed on through the strean1. Gillian waited till his glass was filled.
Soon they entered the town proper and "Haven't you seen the sea lately, Mr.
here it was quieter. All the life had be l\icCarthy?" she asked.
taken itself to that stretch of road be "Not for near thirty year."
tween the to,vn and the sea. "Why not?" said Gillian in surprise.
"This way," said Callaghan. "Oh, I'm sorry. Only I "
They turned down an alley that led to ''No need to be sorry," said McCarthy.
a small house where a lighted lantern "You see, missie, I know that it's waitin'
hung above an open door. A pungent for me. It nearly had me twenty-nine
smell of tobacco greeted them as Cal year ago. I beat it then. It's waited to
laghan stepped forward. get me ever since. That's why I won't
"What cheer, Mac !" go nigh it won't see it even. That's why
There 'vas the scraping sound of a chair I live up in the town out of sight, out
pushed back across a hard floor. Into a of sound of it. Folks think I'm mad."
lighted doo.rway came a bearded figure "Well, well," said Callaghan hastily.
that bent and peered, and ·drew back "That's the best meal I've had in twelve
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"Gorblimey !" said a startled voice. "If For nearly half an hour Callaghan's
it ain't Callaghan!'' voice boomed through the little room.
"You alive then?" said Callaghan Old l\icCarthy listened to the end. When
gruffly. "Here, all right, all right. Look, the tale was over he filled up glasses all
I got a couple of friends here." round. Torquil leaned across the table
"Come in, come in, all," said old impatiently.
McCarthy. He 'vas trembling a little and ''Do you know Scarlett?"
Callaghan put out an arm to steady him. "I've seen him."
"Oh, God," said McCarthy suddenly. "Is he in town?"
"You smell of the sea." ''The Flying Spaniard, ain't it? l Why,
I heard down the street that she came in
McCARTHY was hospitable. this morning early and anchored round
He drew up stools to the square the point."
table and produced three Torquil sprang to his feet.
glasses and a horn cup. There ''He's here, then." ·
was Irish and there was Scotch, and for "Most likely he's here," agreed Mc-
Gillian he made coffee. The sharp, deep- Carthy. "Sit down, sit down, can't you?
set old eyes wandered from one face to You can't go lookin' for him this time of
another, and rested at last on Gillian. . night."
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186 BASIL CAREY
"Wait a bit," said Callaghan. "Mac's "Sekeleti thinks we do not know. Fooll
right. It would be damn foolish to " Sekeleti killed him. ''
"Hold your tongue! McCarthy, do "Ah," said Aleuto, deeply impressed.
you know where he goes when he's "Your Sekeleti is a great man."
ashore ? Do you know if he sleeps "Rutian had strength like a shark.
aboard?, He glanced round. "Have you But Sekeleti was his master. There was
got a boy?" a woman, too."
McCarthy whistled and a dark head "With bright hair?"
appeared round the door. "Yes. How did you know?"
"Aleuto, you savvy one fella SekeletiP'' "She is with the strangers."
The Kanaka shook his head. "Then I will not go up," said Natui
"No savvy." definitely. Nor could anything that
"Oh," said Gillian. "Natui ask him Aleuto urged alter his determination.
if he knows Natui.'' "It is Torikil who is with her. Pau Tiau
"Savvy Natui," said Aleuto, his eyes learned at Moselle that he had taken her.
brightening. "Natui all same boy belong I will not go up."
Rutian." ·
"All the native crews make straight for "Come on, danin your hide ! · Where've
the longhouse on the west side," said you been?" .
McCarthv. "It's like a club. An' I tell .,
"0 Makuati, him Natui say no come."
you what. We white men ain't got no "He tell you Sekeleti in Tungas?"
secrets from 'em. ''Natui say Sekeleti go find him Sen.''
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We may think we
have, but we ain't. They're sharp as "Sen why?" -
needles.'' · "I'll tell you that," said Callaghan,
from within the room. "To sell jewels.
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DOWN lin the longhouse Ale Hey, boy?"
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ness. The air was thick and poisonous. Aleuto shifted wretchedly from one foot
At the far end a fire burned. Great to the other.
carved images of painted wood stood "Natui say him Rutian all same all
round the walls. same dead. Him Sekeleti kill."
"What does your master want with "Kill?" -
me?" "No more savvy," said Aleuto to
"He is very great, my master. Stran McCarthy. "Him Natui all same one
gers have come in. They are looking for fella pig damn fool. He say Sekeleti all
Rutian and Sekeleti." same fool suppose Natui no savvy him
Natui frowned. Rutian all same dead." ·
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glass to her lips. She did not cry, but "Promise you'll come back !"
sat in McCarthy's deep chair, staring "I hope so. But you'll be all right.
straight before her. Torquil straightened Callaghan will look after you. And I've
himself and· put the glass back on the told Duck to come up before they sail.
table. He'll see after you show you how you
"Who is this SenP'' can get back to your own folks, if I'm not
"A beauty," said Callaghan. "He was here.'' ·
here before the flood. I've met the "You've thought all this out?"
blighter. Done a couple of. er deals "When there's a woman, some one's al-
with him, back along. Cheated me both ways got to make plans for her."
times, too, damn his eyes. " " Even · when she's an enemy?''
He knocked his cap lately the prop "An enemy "
erty of Duck Rafferty over his eyes, and "Well, it's true. You hated me. You
buttoned his jacket. hate me now, really, because of Blaise."
"Guess we ain't got too much time," he "No."
said. "Same old hangout, I suppose, He looked down at her. Even the sea
.Mac?'' man's clothes they had given her aboard
McCarthy nodded. Torquil and Cal the Henry James coqld not disguise the
laghan exchanged glances and edged to beauty of her slim body. He leaned for
ward the door. Gillian raised quick eyes. ward, stooping till his face was level with
"Are you going now?" hers.
"May as well." "Let me come with you," she begged
"I'm coming too." again.
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The beauty of Tungas held him for an in "Is his boat in?"
stant before he swung overside into the ''I haven't heard so."
waiting longboat. Mists were rising "Well, if if he or any one else comes
from the "·alleys between those rounded asking for me, you don't know anything,
hills. The palms had that queer, glassy see?"
look that comes over them at dawn. Peer.. "Of course, Mr. Scarlett, sir."
ing down through the clear green water, "And if "
Scarlett watched the gold and pink striped "If Mr. Ruthven comes in? What an1
·fish swimming in terror from the shadow I to tell him?"
of the oars. "He won't come," said Scarlett shottly.
At that hour the highroad was deserted "Look alive with that change. Here no
except for Kanakas. Scarlett walked into Dutch money, thanks. Well, so long."
town without meeting a single white. He "56 long, Mr. Scarlett, sir."
went straight to Harris's. Harris's was a The bartender watched Scarlett stroll
kind of exchange, where all the business away into the street. He stared re
of Tungas was whispered over. Harris flectively at those slim, powerful shoul
himself was a sleek, pockmarked fellow, ders, and wondered just why Scarlett
with his English father's gray eyes, his wanted to avoid Torquil. Oh, well, it
Chinese mother's full lips and wide nos wasn't his business. Whatever quarrels
trils, and a brain that owed its astuteness are afoot, men must drink. He began to
to a maternal grandfather. polish glasses, whistling as he worked.
"How do, Harris. A gin-and-it." Scarlett sauntered through the town,
•'You're lookin' bad, Mr. Scarlett, sir," alert for any sign of 'forquil. If the tale
said Harris, in his slow, lisping drawl. "I of the Moselle Kanakas were true, then
hope you had a good Yoyage?" the fellow should be on Tungas by now.
''Who's in town?" Gillian would have told him where to
''Oh, there's a good many gentlemen in make for. Most likely he was lurking
town, sir--a good many." somewhere, waiting. Scarlett had a queer
"Any particular friends?" feeling that some one was dogging him.
Their eyes met. He looked round no'v and again, but there
•'Do you mean " was no one.
"Is Torquil here?" It was too early to go to Sen's. The
"I didn't know you were· friendly with Chinese refused to transact any business
Mr. Torquil." Harris leered at him. "He's till night. Scarlett strolled the length of
not a gentleman I'd care to know much the town and back again, until the sun
about. I hope this will be to your taste, was high.
·
sir."
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Moodily he then turned toward Har
"Damn good," said Scarlett, as he swal- ris's again. Of course, he could go to
lowed the drink and put down the empty Sen's and force an interview. But he
glass. knew how that would end. Sen would re
"Are you expecting any one?" purred fuse to buy. Scarlett's hands stole to his
the soft voice. "I see you keep looking at belt. He must sell the thing quickly. He
t he door, Mr. Scarlett, sir. Is Mr. must rid himself of everything that had
Ruthven mind the glass, sir! ah, well, belonged to his life since that night on
an accident is Mr. Ruthven in with Kilea. The dead man's shadow stands be
you ?" · side the spoil, says the thieves' proverb.
uNo." Well, it was proving true, as far as he was
..I'm sorry," said Harris. "He's still concerned. His luck had been out ever
aboard, I suppose?" since he lifted the snake out of 1\Ioreau's
uWhat the hell is it to you? Is Torquil hands. A feverish desire seized him to
in town?" get the deal over and clear out of this
ul haven't seen him, Mr. Scarlett, sir." white, strange town. He 'vould get a
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anxiously. "A little, yes? And some "No one come for me at all?"
white wine?" "Only Mr. Ruthven, sir."
Scarlett nodded and sat down. Scarlett swayed to his feet.
"It's chilly in here," he -said abruptly. "What!"
"Chilly, Mr. Scarlett?" "Came in just after you'd gone, sir.
Harris went away to superintend the He was going out again when I saw him.
little dish of chicken. The bare room with
•
I suppose he'd been looking for you. I
its shuttered windows was very quiet. called to him and told him you'd gone
Only the slow drip of the sleeper's whisky into town."
broke the stillness. "Did he answer?" Scarlett was whisper-
Drip drip-drip- mg.
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Scarlett rose impatiently, found Har "No, sir. Just lifted a hand to show
ris's best glass cloth and mopped up the he'd heard. He had his back to me, just
spilled liquor. going out of the door. I didn't see his
Harris came in, preceded by a boy bear face."
ing the food. He set it down before Scarlett almost screamed, "He hasn't
Scarlett with pride, and waved the boy got a face ! When I cut him down I tried
away. Scarlett sniffed appreciatively. not to look! But I saw !"
"Smells good." No sound came from his throat. He
"And so it should/' said Harris, sagged into his chair again, his breath
pleased. "It is of my own making. I whistling through his nostrils.
take a young chicken and stew it. Then "Did he follow you, sir?" inquired
the tender meat is roasted between ti Harris.
leaves, then cut very fine. Slices of pork Suddenly Scarlett knew why he had
so thin you can almost see through them felt cold . • •
must next be prepared. All a work of "He's been following me all day," he
time and art, Mr. Scarlett, sir. Then said. "I'll settle with you later on,
sago ·cooked with herbs and sweetened Harris. I'm going out."
with honey. Then toss all together so He lurched across the room like a
lightly, so lightly, with a two-pronged drunken man and flung the door wide. It
fork. For a garnish, sometimes slices of wanted another hour yet before he could
sweet orange, sometimes of lime. Ah, call on Sen. Never mind, he would go
delicious!" now. Yes, he would go and do the best
"Damn good," Scarlett agreed. "An he could with the old thief, and then sail
other glass, Harris and shut that door, away from this haunted island forever. In
will you r There's a draft." a sudden wild panic he looked up and
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down the street. Harris, coming to the "Almost worthless. I should rob myself
door, saw him running toward the town if I were to buy it from honorable
running with mad haste, as though he Scarlett."
would outstrip the shadow that raced be "Then I will not trouble you about it,"
side him. said Scarlett, who knew his man. "If
Sen was very old. No one could re you'll hand it back, I will go."
member when he had first come to "Not so," returned Sen, a triBe hur
Tungas. He looked like an aged monkey riedly. "Perhaps we can agree on a sum.
as he sat in his carved chair, waving a But the emeralds are of poor size."
little ivory fan to and fro. His skin was "They are large and perfectly flawless.
like yellow parchment now, and there That's why the thing's valuable. Why,
was but little flesh on his claw-like hands. it's the hardest job in the world to find
He was wrapped in a yellow silk gown, emeralds that size without flaws. And
heavily embroidered. In his crimson sash see how they've been cut. There's a
was thrust a knife that had been fashioned master's hand there. Looks like Chinese
in Castile three hundred years ago for a work to me."
Spanish king. The ring on his shrunken "It is Chinese. Most probably the
finger had belonged to a dead sultan. work of an illustrious man. My own
About his ropy throat hung the pearls worthless opinion would say that it came
that a Chicago pork packer had scoured from tae workshop of Ch'ian Foo, who
the world to find. On a lacquer table be has unfortunately been food for worms
side him stood a blue vase that contained these two centuries past."
a single spray of jasmine. Sometimes he H e raised his little sharp eyes.
lifted it to his face that his pale lips might "What sum will content you?"
cool themselves against the scented In polite circumlocution they began to
leaves. haggle. Scarlett asked twice what he
On a pedestal a lamp had been placed. expected to get. Sen mentioned just half
Below the window was a courtyard where the sum that he knew he would pay in the
a fountain played. The murmuring end. Two hours wore away, and no
sound of women's voices came on the still agreement could be reached. Finally
air. i\ pair of wooden heels clattered Scarlett began to lose his temper.
across the stones and was quickly hushed. "The thing's priceless, and you've got
Sen heard the pattering noise while he me in a corner. I won't let it go so
listened to Scarlett. cheaply. You know I'm in a hurry, and
"I regret,'' he said presently in his slow, you're just fooling about. Well, you've
careful English, "that you have not made a mistake."
waited. I said at sunset." His sallow face was flushed, his eyes
"I was in a hurry," said Scarlett ·
very bright. His mouth set in an ugly
sullenly. line.
·
The yellow face remained inscrutable. "Give it here. I'm going to sell it
"If the honorable Scarlett requires any somewhere else. Old Pitts over the other
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thing of this person, let him speak end of the town would give me double."
without fear." He wrapped the snake in the faded silk
again and laid it in his belt. Sen's eyes
SCARLETI' moistened his lips flashed angrily.
� and began to unfasten his belt. "My friend will do what appears wise
:: A"**'f.
� � Without a word he brought out to him. But the despicable Pitts will per
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"'� the emerald snake and held it haps ask--questions."
up. In silence the two pairs of eyes "Why should I care?"
gloated over its beauty. Finally Sen took "No one would be such a fool as to sup.
it carelessly. pose the history of such gems to be un
"Worthless," he said in a musing tone. known," answered Sen "moothly. "In
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his intolerable curiosity Pitts may in TORQUIL listened. There was
quire what price was paid for them to the no sound save the dull murmur
last owner. Or whether,'' said the of the crowd on the searoad.
Chinese, his eyes on the ceiling, "any Would Scarlett make for that
price was paid at all." place and try to escape in the crush? Or
There was silence. would he lurk in some corner till dawn?
"Who's that outside?'' said Scarlett, Maybe there was some woman to whom
suddenly. he would go for shelter. And there were
"My servants have orders to admit no the hills. Torquil lifted his eyes and
one." stared at the rounded heights that stood
"I tell you there's some one there. out so darkly against the starlit sky. A
Listen! There a scraping sound!" wave of loneliness swept over him. He
Scarlett went to the door. It was had a sudden, intense longing for Blaise.
bolted on the inside. Cautiously he drew With many backward glances he began
bolts and opened the door. Instantly a to walk toward the searoad. It seemed
man sprang at him. The door swung likely that Scarlett would make for there.
back and the lamplight fell on Torquil's At every sound Torquil halted, drew
face. against the shadowed wall, listening with
With all his strength, Scarlett broke strained ears. Men passed him, quietly,
away, stumbling down the narrow pas furtively, bent on dark errands of their
sage to the door that led into the street. own. He realized, as he had never be
Behind him he could hear the heavy fore, the evil spell that lay over the place
rush of pursuit. He shot through the -despite its almost unbearable beauty.
door and slammed it behind him. Out It seemed it was only on the searoad that
-en the moonlit road he looked neither men's tongues were loosened in natural
to right nor left. He fled frantically talk. The soundlessness that reigned in
·ahead. the streets grew almost terrifying to his
He must get aboard at once. But taut nerves. It was with relief that he
was it probable that Torquil would leave plunged at last into the chattering throng
that way of escape unguarded? Most that crowded the wide road leading down
likely Callaghan was down there now, to the shore.
lurking by the beach, waiting • • � Here were gathered all sorts and con
He must hide bide his time for a bit. ditions of men. Traders, pearlers, black
If he could lay low for a bit, he'd be able birders rubbed elbows. Each side of the
to get away. Like a hunted animal he road was lined with vendors who hawked
paused, his head up, his breath coming in their wares in high, screaming voices.
great gasps as he listened for sound of his Bargaining went on in shrill, quarrelsome
enemy. tones. Arabs, Chinese, Malays were the
Two streets away Torquil paused for sellers, and the buyers were Americans,
breath. His knuckles were bleeding and Portuguese, English, with here and there
he sucked at them as he rested. What a a stolid Dutchman, or a Frenchman.
fool to let the fellow slip like this! He About them all swarmed Kanakas push
had been so sure. That was why he had ing, chattering, scoldin g,' as they followed
told Callaghan there was no need for their masters or ran with purchases.
one of them to go down by the shore. Every seller had a bodyguard.
Callaghan, wiser, had insisted. Torquil pushed his way through the
"He's like an eel, that Scarlett," he crowd, searching for a sallow face and a
had said. "If he twists away, he'll get thin, sullen mouth. Past the jade seller
clear. An' we're not losing him again, he went; past the man whose Kanakas
seeP" guarded a piece of velvet where nine
And he had left Torquil at Sen's door pearls shone like stars. A Malay had
and gone away down to the shore again. _
br<1llght stolen ivory from a Burmese
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temple and he cursed Torquil for a clumsy path through the silvered palms. The
fool as he brushed past. McDermott of wind blew lightly� and set the shadows
the Pauline was auctioning smuggled dancing about his feet. On and on he
cases of whisky and waved to him as he went, till his breath came short and hard,
went by. Torquil fought his way to him. and his heart knocked like a trip hammer
"Hullo want to stand in on this?" against his ribs. The thin clothes clung
"Not now. Have you seen Scarlett?" to his body, plastered tight with sweat.
"Not since midday. Want him?" Great drops stood on his neck, his fore
"Yes." head, rolled down his face. The fear that
"Well, I'll keep my eyes open." comes when a man runs in the darkness
""t\. surge of men carried Torquil awayhad him by the throat.
again. He stumbled over something and, He plunged into a valley, heavy with
looking down, saw that a man spra,vled the thousand odors of the Pacific night.
in the middle of the road. When Torquil The growth here was thicker, more diffi
tried to lift him he did not move. He cult to combat. Great tree ferns rose up
had been dead two hours. Torquil lugged before hin1 like fighting men, and he shied
the body from under the heedless tramp at them because of their curving shadows
ing feet and laid it beside the trees thatthat twisted about his path. The lianas
fringed the road. Then he went on his lay in wait for him like sleeping snakes.
quest again, driven by the whips of de Three times he fell, and scrambled to his
termination that lashed him toward his feet again with choked oaths. .,.t\. great bat
enemy. flew in his face and he beat at it with
Till dawn he went to and-fro, up and terrified hands. He crossed a noisy river
down, watching. Once he sent a boy with by a shaky rope bridge and began the
a scrawled message to Callaghan, telling last ascent that should lead him to the
him that Scarlett had got away, and that vantage point he wished to gain. Leaving
he was watching the road. Callaghan sent the bosom of the hills, he mounted up,
back the one word, "hills." up to the shoulder, panting, clawing
When the boy found Torquil again, through the difficult passage. A goat
Torquil threw up his black head. track guided him and he fought his way
"..A. ye," he said aloud. "The hills."along the damp slippery path to the top
of the hill.
ER XVI It grew cooler as he went higher.
Presently the steamy heat of the v alley
ANCHOR AWEIGH! gave place to the crisper air that blew
about the hilltop. The palms grew more
CARLETT was running through the sparsely here. Between their great tufted
night. Fear ran behind him, and crowns the stars showed, cold, aloof, im
shadowed him through the sleeping placable. Scarlett's breath came in loud,
country. He knew little of the hinterland shivering gasps that made his whole body
of Tungas, but some age old instinct sent ache. In a clear space among the grouped
him to the hills. Here a man might hide, palms he flung himself face down on the
and wait steal down unawares on that earth and lay still for a long time.
pursuer who would surely come. He He slept, as n1en sleep in the intervals
never doubted that Torquil would follow of torture. 'Vhen he looked at the sky
him. again the stars were almost gone. Dazed,
That sight of Torquil had shaken him. stiff, he sat up and ran his hands through
He was losing his nerve losing the su his hair. His c.Jothes were still damp, and
perb, insolent assurance that had carried he shivered in the chill air of this hour be
him through so many ticklish busi fore dawn. He stood up and began to
nesses. walk up and down. Presently he took
The moon was high and showed him a out his flask. The whisky nerved him a
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little and he turned to watch the sun night before, sneaking away in a panic
come out of the sea. to the shelter of the hills. Ah, but he'd
A sound startled him. He spun round, been unnerved at the sudden sight of
his nervous fingers already on his gun. A Torquil. And he'd been unnerved worse
clump of bushes stirred and he fired. With by that cold, unseen figure that dogged
a choking grunt a wild pig leaped awk- every step he took. But now in the sun
wardly into the air and then rolled over, light he was himself again. Be damned to
its sides heaving windily as its life poured Torquil and R.uthven the whole blasted
out from a neck wound. lot! He straightened his shoulders and
Scarlett passed a clammy hand across plunged into the path that led back to
his forehead. What the hell had possessed Tungas.
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him? He leaned against a tree and strove Two hundred yards ahead was a splash
to quell the panic that was rising in his of red. He noticed it and wondered
throat. Over the town a mist lay. Some- vaguely how such a large clump of
where down there was Torquil and hibiscus should grow at such a height.
Gillian. He began to remember her Then he looked again and saw that it was
slowly, painfully, as though some one a red shirt.
were carving out her image before his · He stopped so abruptly that he lost his
eyes. During the past five days the balance. Too startled to rise he crouched
thought of Ruthven had driven out the on hands and knees, staring at that
thought of Ruthven's sister. But now, splotch of color. It was flung into the
standing alone on the hill at the beginning bushes beside the path. Had it been
of this strange day, whose end he might there on the previous night he must have
never see, his mind turned to Gillian trampled on it as he passed. A red
shirt
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agam. • • •
The sun was up now, and he looked Keeping low, he began to l1urry toward
across the sea of palms toward the town. it, running down the path with his mind
The wind had dropped and Tungas lay intent on this phenomenon. His eyes
as still as heaven. Green green every raked the palms as he went by, but no
where, broken with splashes of purple and fluttering rag or protruding leg marked
yellow and scarlet, where the strange the presence of a man. He reached the
tropic flowers flaunted their waxen blos shirt and picked it up. Some one must
soms. What a fool he had been to fire have realized what a mark it presented
that shot! To any one listening it would a.nd ripped it off. But who and where
give the game away. Scarlett pulled him was he?
self together and began to seek for a way He spun round, quivering, in a frenzy of
out. fear. Maybe he was covered by Torquil's
gun at that very moment. Instinctively
THE FLYING SPANIARD he dropped, scrambling to the nearest
would be watched. That went tree, crouching there with the trunk firm
without saying. Sen's house against his back. In his throat a pulse
would be watched. Probably was beating, and he put up a hand to stop
Harris's would be watched. Lord, the it. His eyes, bright like the eyes of a cor
place was full of spying eyes. nered rat, searched for some sign of the
Then, slowly, there grew up in him a enemy. But he could see no one. Only
wild, reckless courage the courage that the red shirt lay' there still, like a splash
belongs alike to the drunkard and to of heart's blood among the palms.
the desperate man. His damp hands un He must either stay or go. Stay and
clasped the pocket in his belt and caressed be potted like a sitting rabbit, toppled
the shining emeralds that lay coiled there. over to rot where he lay. Or he could
Damn it all, he'd have another shot for go, taking his life between his hands in a
freedom!. He must have been mad the wild dash for the shelter of the valley,
144 BASIL CAREY
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where the thick undergrowth offered a the scent? Yes, he had stopped, questing
refuge. A running target is more difficult like a hound at fault. Peering with blood
to hit, he reflected. Up, then, and make a shot eyes through the thicket, Scarlett
dash for it. Half a mile down the goat watched him.
track he would hit the valley. Torquil paused, irresolute. Where the
He braced himself and stepped away hell had the fellow got to? Well aware of
· from the tree. Hardly had he moved the target he- presented, he dropped,
when a shot rang out to the left and a bul- edging into the shelter of a giant tree fern
let grazed the bark. For a moment he that rose amid the tangled vegetation. If
stood dazed, stupefied. Then he began Scarlett had gone far into the bushes it
to run mad, headlong running that sent would be almost hopeless to follow him.
him flying down the twisting path toward Ah, but there must be no escape for this
the valley. His feet tore over the ground killer of Manisty. Torquil wiped his face
like the feet of a hunted beast. His heart ...
with the back of his hand and forced him-
pumped so fast that it seemed the blood self to consider the position. Scarlett
must rise into his throat and choke him. would make for the river, then the town,
Yet he dared not pause, turn his head. and ultimately the Flying Spaniard. To
Down down to where the bushes grew · do this, he must go to the right.
more thickly and the lazy song of the The right . . .
stream rose on the scented air. The lianas Torquil stared at the jungle through
tried to catch him, but he strode and which he must plunge if he would reach
leaped and defeated them, his breath his enemy. He spat on his hands and
sawing in his throat, his clenched hands crashed through the undergrowth.
thrust before him to ward off he knew not . •
Pounding feet went by and he realized a cork and flung him into 1nidriver. He
that Torquil had shot past at the bend struck out, resisting the pull and surge of
of the path that led down to the bridge. the current in a desperate attempt to
. Scarlett crouched where he was, not dar reach the opposite bank. Then above the
ing to move. Would the fellow pick up noise he heard a shout. Looking back, he
TRAITOR'S BANE 14.5
saw Torquil. A bullet ricocheted from a fox. His eyes stared straight before him,
stone two feet beyond his head. He his mouth slack and open. He could not
dared not try to swim under water in that hear the footsteps that pounded behind
torrent. With feverish energy he beat him for the pounding of his own heart.
his way through the river. But he knew they were there.
At last he dragged his body from the Straight ahead the sand had been blown
clutch of the water and lay gasping among into low dunes. For this scant shelter
the wet stones at the edge of the bank. Scarlett was making. Panting, he threw
He felt as though he had been dragged himself down behind the first mound and
for miles beneath a harrow. Every joint, shook the remaining drops of water from
every muscle, ached painfully. Somehow his gun.
he struggled to his feet and began the His breath came in great gasps that
ascent of the slope. Glancing down, he jerked his whole body. Crouched behind
could see Torquil crossing the river. the poor rampart of the low sandhill, he
The bare shoulders flashed in the sun tried to steady his shaking hand. Tor...
sprayed water. The great acms pounded quil was almost in range. Scarlett raised
like flails through the rushing stream. his arm to take aim. .
Scarlett pushed his wet hair from his Had some one come up behind him?
face. The sun was at his back now, beat Out of the corner of his eye he could see
ing down through the tangled branches, a man to the left of him. On the sand lay
turning him sick and faint. He had a the shadow of an old man, with a hooked
sudden longing for the sea. What was nose and a jutting beard! He turned
he doing here, among this treacherous sharply, but there was no· one.
. network of growing things? He must get In his terror he staggered to his feet •
back to the Flying Spaniard. Yes, yes, That old proverb was true, then! The
cried his maddened brain, get back to the spoil lay in his belt and Moreau stood be
ship! There only lay security. There side him. He stumbled forward a pace ·
only could he find relief. He remem and became aware of Torquil, running
bered that Callaghan was probably lying across the sand. ·
road. Blaise, too. Where would that Torquil halted, swerving aside in the
fellow be? Never mind. He must make nick of time. He could see Scarlett's
the ship. Gradually that desire swept all white, passionate face, the black eyes
else from his mind. Scarlett gathered staring across the sand, the cruel lips
himself up and began to run. By the twisted in a hard smile. The fellow was
time Torquil struggled to the top of the cornered and he knew it; he knew this
slope he had more than two hundred was the end . . �
yards start. Torquil's gun exploded twice. The
Torquil did not pause. He fought back first bullet missed by half an inch. The
the choking sensation in his throat and second found Scarlett's throat. He flung
walked, getting back his wind and his up his hands. Before Torquil could reach
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strength as he could. Soon he broke into him he spun round and fell. And for a
a steady lope. He had a good bit to make moment Torquil stood still, his heart
up, but he was not fool enough to dash at strangely quiet at this, the trail's end.
it. Bit by bit his strides grew longer, Torquil knelt beside the crumpled
faster, until he had cut down the distance figure. On the reef the combers broke
between them by half. Scarlett was mak in their everlasting battle with the rocks.
ing for the sea. lie had reached the sand Overhead two razorbills wheeled flashes
and turned east. Torquil swerved and cut of gray against the blue. It was nearly
across country to the left. . noon and the sun stood high. Presently
The distance between them lessened. Torquil put qp a shaking hand to protect
·Now. Scarlett was running like a winded the back of his neck from the sun.-
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The fierce rays beat straight down into Callaghan talked it sounded as if he and
Scarlett's open eyes but he never moved, I would just walk aboard and up sail.''
or turned his head. "I don't want her," said Gillian.
"But she's yours."
II "Oh, take her!" she cried. "How dare
you talk about buying her? Isn't it
" ?" said Callaghan. "Well pass
,.a. ... .&..&. thanks to you that I'm alive? Haven't
them yams again what's wrong I been the cause of if it hadn't been for
with the Flying Spaniard? Reckon me Blaise'd be alive now! Blaise You
we've got as good a title to her as any one. were his friend too . • . "
They pushed back their chairs and rose. seeing you and acting as if I don't care."
It was after sunset and the thin sharp She laughed then, a fluttering little
wind that comes with dusk eddied in ghost of laughter.
through the open door. "Do you think I didn't know?" ·said
Since his return at midday Gillian and Gillian. · ·
Torquil had hardly spoken. There had The Flying Spaniard soon sailed north.
been one brief, startled cry from Gillian �ungas lay on the horizon, a dim blue
when she saw him standing in the door memory against the sky. Scarlett's boys
way. But they had avoided each other, had accepted the change of ownership
both of them uncertain, a little afraid of
.
with equanimity. The ship's first port
what was in their hearts. Remembering was to be Saint Joseph Island, two
the hostility which had blazed between hundred and forty-three miles distant,
them, they hesitated to break this strange where the nearest padre lived.
shyness that had seized them. "An' after Saint Joseph?" Callaghan
Presently Gillian said stifHy·- asked, as he stood by Torquil on deck.
"Do you feel all right again? ., . •'What then?'' ·
"We'll go there, first, if you like," the damn thing, anyway. Will you have
answered Torquil. "Only do you think it, Gillian?"
Manisty would care? To us his name is Into her cupped palms he dropped the
cleared, although we never doubted him. emerald snake.
Those two who ought to have swung for "We might sell it," suggested Callaghan
Moreau are dead. Is it going to do any dubiously. "But it's dead man's jewels.
good to rake it up again?" We'd have.no luck with the money."
Callaghan thought it over. For a moment she gazed at the thing in
"Maybe you're right," he said at last. her hand, this thing whose price ·was the
"And the snake?" price of blood. Then she raised a white
Torquil took the shining t.hing from his arm high above her. The emeralds
belt and held it up. He looked from flashed in the sunlight as they shot
the jewels to the girl. through the air. Down, down, they fell,
"Gillian shall decide," he said. "Moreau clearing the foam, until they vanished
had no people. And most likely he stole into the eternal oblivion of the sea.
THE END
By LAWRENCE G. GREEN
N THE Belgian Congo, all railway en of negro workmen in the jungle. An ec ..
gines are in charge of black engineers. centric in search of a wash would have
These maniacs of the throttle take the been disappointed. Though we crossed
trains along as though pursued by a the equator during the night, not even
thousand devils of the jungle. They fear
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drinking water was provided.
neither curve nor rickety bridge nor steep Then there is the little toy railway be
descent as the wood burning locomotives tween Kinshasa and Matadi, where the
go flaming through the forest. They send ocean steamers lie in the estuary of the
the monkeys gibbering back to their trees Congo. A large part of the trade of a
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in rocket bursts of sparks. They keep country nearly as large as Europe travels
the warning whistle screaming all night this single track, narrow gage line.
in a nerve shattering manner all their own. On the tiny engine were two black
When the Congo railways were opened, engineers, two black firemen and a black
the engineers were white men. They whistler. These were men of importance,
drank so much that they had to be and tliey lost no opportunity of impress
replaced by natives. I am not sure, how ing the people of wayside villages. They
ever, that a whisky inspired white man announced their coming with long blasts
would not be safer than these sober blacks. of the whistle, they stopped to haggle
. Some of the Congo railway coaches are over the price of paw-paws, they rattled
furnished richly, like French drawing on over the mountaiQs merely to reach
rooms, with curtains and tapestried walls. fresh villages and delay us again.
Other trains are not so comfortable. I Chinese laborers built this crazy rail
. recall one primitive little outfit running way. They say that one Chinese died
between Pontheirville and Stanleyville. for every sleeper laid, and one white
This tiny train was so roughly finished engineer for every kilometer of track.
that it might have been made by a party Fever and lions carried them off.
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to the waiter, settled back to listen to "No doubt. But why not speak to hin1
.. Lea Millions d'Arlequin," a cigaret be- tonight?''
tween his lips. Bruckner closed his eyes; "He has not seen me and I do not wisl1
his heavily fleshed, tanned, mustached to bother him you understand?"
face was solemn. "Because I am \vith you? It's all
His attitude, his evident enjoyment, right; I'm not sensitive. You can drop
amused me. String music does reach me."
deeper into one's being on hot North Markes could not get it through his
African nights, but Bruckner sensitive to head that it would be quite proper foi'
the strains of a violin struck me as ludi- him to sit with officers, as a civilian. The
crous. I had been in Algeria four months, habit of twelve years was hard to dismis&.
had come especially to see the reformed When his former chiefs stopped him on
Legion I had last beheld it when in the the street, to shake his hand, he felt no
turmoil of reconstruction after the terrific humility. And he knew perfectly ,,·ell
losses of the World War and had con- that I did not mind his presence in the
sequently met many officers. I had been least he was afraid to follow me across
greeted courteously, if with varying de- the crowded terrace to speak to a cap
grees of warmth, by all save Bruckner. tain, that was all.
On our first meeting in Sidi-bel-Abbes, "I spoke to Farral about you," I re-
he had made his attitude clear: He knew torted, "and he recalls you quite well.
what had been written, what had already Said to fix up an evening together during
been published on the Corps in America his stay here. You were with him in the
and England. He said that while others Middle Atlas, weren't you? So you see
might permit themselves to be deceived that's not what stops me " I hesitated,
by my frank approach, he was not at all aware in advance that it was unwise to
taken in. Contrasted with the intelligent voice criticism of a Legionnaire to
understanding of others, his stubborn dis- Markes. "To tell you the truth, it's
trust had been offensive. His glare made Bruckner. He doesn't like me, and I don't
me uneasy, and I did not deem him very like him." ·
clever. His presence here tonight, with "How do you know he doesn't?"
Farral, who appeared of an entirely dif- "Took care that I heard about it.
ferent mold racially, morally and phys- 'Journalists, writers, all garbage from the
ically, puzzled me. same refuse can. He'll come and snoop a
"You have met Farral, haven't you?"
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week or so, go home and lie about us for
Markes asked me. money.' "
He had been in the Legion twelve "Must be your fault; he's a good guy."
years ten as a sergeant and had been "Looks like a bn1te to me."
discharged because of severe wounds. "'Vhat d'you mean, a brute?"
He had appointed himself my guide in "A man incapable of a fine feeling. I
Legion matters, and had no drawbacks admit he is a fine soldier, and I'll grant
save, perhaps, that he proselyted for the that he didn't buy that hardware on his
mixing of grenadine in beer, which makes chest. But he looks like the n1aterializa�
a nasty mess for an untrained palate. tion of all the rotten noncoms of the
"I met him down south, yes " Legion you read about in books. The
"The desert is up from Oran, not down ," kind of a bird who'd kick a fainting
he corrected me. "Got along well with trooper to make him get up."
him? Fine. Now, if you wish to hear tales Markes looked at me with growing pity.
of the Legion, go to him. He's smart and "You're dumb and if you do get
he'll know what you're after, but he is money for anything you think of in
obliging and polite." . · America, it truly is a wonderful country!
"He'll look me up tomorrow, probably. You don't know a man when you see one.
He said he would." Let me tell you a story . . .''
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THIS yarn [Markes started] Bruckner's job to teach the new guys how
can't be told as I gathered it. it worked. He'd take them beyond the
Understand right now that I barracks, on the drill field between the
was not a witness to all of the ramparts and the Spahis stables, and lec
events that happened. But I shall not ture them. Many of the lads knew no
bother telling you each time where and French, and owing to the Russians,
when I got details. You should know by Bruckner could not speak German to
this time how things become known in the make himself clear. He has an accent in
Legion. An orderly tells the cook, the French, you've noticed, and when he
cook tells the mess sergeant, who carries tries to talk slowly and simply it gets
it on. A fellow comes back from some thicker and thicker.
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where and tells you: 'This is what oc One afternoon he was in the middle of
cured here, and there; what I heard, what a complicated explanation when he looked
I saw.' To end with, you can piece to up from the tarpaulin on which he had
gether a pretty complete story. See? lined the pieces of an automatic. He saw,
You're going to grin at first, and pat or believed he saw, one of the recruits
yourself on the back as a good judge of grinning. That made him sore, because he
men, for it will look as if you were right. knew there was something to be amused at.
But remember that there are two sides to "Laughing at me?" he asked.
any wall, and many more sides to any "No, Sergeant."
man. Bruckner is a gentleman, if ever �'Deny laughing?"
there lived one. Does not show often, but "No, Sergeant."
when it shows well, that's what I'm "Think you could do better?"
going to talk about. Bruckner then got quite a start. The
Guess you start a yarn with how the fellow stepped forward. He was tall,
man looks, what he is. Here's what I dark, slender, and looked like a man with
know about Bruckner: He is a Prussian, good blood back of him. The sergeaqt
a year or so under forty, and has been in saw he was no Russian. But what
the Legion quite a space. He was pretty knocked him flat was the guy's answer.
young when he came into it, and possibly "Yes, Sergeant."
had good reasons to change climates. I "Go ahead show us."
have an idea what that was, but that's The private squatted and assembled the
for him to tell you some day. He picked gun, quicker than Bruckner could have
up French quickly, was not long a private, managed. His fingers flew, he seemed to
and was with the first column into south know what to do every second. He
ern Morocco. He has seventeen citations straightened, saluted.
to his credit,any of which you would frame "Ready, Sergeant."
and hang on yourwall,ifyou could claim it. Bruckner could not believe it. He tried
He is a sub-lieutenant now, but when the weapon, and it worked very well. He
what I'm relating happened, he was gaped a bit. Then he saw that the others
sergeant-chief with the Instruction Com were enjoying his surprise and annoy
pany at Sidi-bel-Abbes. The recruits at ance, and got very hot under the collar.
that time were numerous, German boys "Not the first time you do- it, eh?"
in plenty, but many, many Russians. "No, Sergeant."
The Ruskies came down like loc·usts, in "If you know how to work this new
ragged uniforms, a riding boot on one leg, gun, I know what you were. And I know
a carpet slipper on the other foot, and what you must be now "
showed epaulettes and tin crosses wrapped "My private affair, Sergeant."
in old paper. "You have nothing to be smart about.
The new Madsen automatic rifle p..- Your name?"
that's since been replaced by the '24 "Verdier, Jacques, matricular number
model had just been issued, and it was 11657, Sergeant."
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"Well, Verdier, here's two days' clink go as he likes, but imagine what they
at the end of your nose. If you pipe back, mean to a Legionnaire, who has precious
they'll breed like guinea pigs." few liberties in any case.
You must remember that it was pretty 'Vhat made it harder for Verdier '\Vas
bot and dusty and that Bruckner, de- that he had to watch himself constantly
spite the three V stripes on his sleeves, for a look, a word, or a gesture. He had
was human and thirsty as any man there. been a soldier before, knew the military
"All right, Sergeant," '!erdier said wit h. code, and the price to be paid for reacting
a smile. to temper. There were days when Bruck-
He served his two day·s without trying ner kidded him, and he almost dug his
to have them lifted, which he could have fingers into the walnut stock of his rifle.
done, as Bruckner is no liar and would . The worst of it 'vas that everything was
have admitted the truth. In fact, Verdier done perfectly according to rules; Bruck
was so cheerful about it that the sergeant ner"s observations \vcrc within his duty.
grew sorer than ever, and tipped off the "Still smiling, ,...erdicr?"
other noncoms that there was a "smart "Still smiling, Sergeant."
one" among the recruits. �fen wondered which of the two would
No matter how well a man may dress break first. I am telling you that the
to go out, a good noncom can always find silent feud told no less on the sergeant
something wrong with his rig. And you than on the private. Those who knew
know how it goes: You're not told what pitied Bruckner. His reputation was at
is the matter; you're just turned back at stake; he had to break the other's will
the gate, told to 'get yourself dressed and he felt foolish, helpless before Verd
properly'. You go back to your room, ier's steely strength of mind. He wanted
look your outfit all over,.polish the heel of to give in, to let up, and could not not
your left boot which might look a little without admitting that the private was
. less black than the toe, and try again. the gamer. At tin1es, when he asked his
You're sent back, and you change shirt usual question, you would have sworn
and necktie. A third time and you tighten that it was he who was persecuted, who
all your buttons. Then, when it's too late craved relief. He almost begged Verdier
to leave, the charitable soul informs you to give in, with his eyes.
. that the leather lining of your kepi shows One day he applied for transfer, for
a millimeter in the back. active service. All felt that his rivalry
. Jacques Verdier was treated to that with Verdier was at the bottom of his
comedy every time he tried to go out. application to get away.
He would grow white, and his lips would He cursed for twenty minutes when he
become just a faint, pinkish line across his saw Jacques Verdier's name listed under
face; but he preserved outward calm. He his own as a member of the replacement
knew who had started the trouble, and draft for Tazza, in the Second Regiment.
-sometimes you would catch him looking Bruckner was to be in charge, as no
hard at Bruckner. officer was scheduled to go. When his
"Still smiling, Verdier?" the sergeant men lined up, he talked to them in a queer
asked from time to time. way. And all knew he was addressing one
"Still smiling, Sergeant," Verdier would man only Verdier.
reply. And he would smile. "I'll have a chance to see how well I
have trained you men. For many will
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aware that I am not popular with all of the Military Medal the very first time.
you, so let me say in advance that if there He was so crazy, yet so calm, that we who
is one who is saving a bullet for Bruckner, had seen the symptoms before knew what
he shall have his chance. Nothing braces ailed him; h� was trying to get killed off
me so much when facing fire as to have quickly. There was something dark and ,
somebody behind who wants my life. heavy resting on his mind, and all that
The danger in the rear balances the dan preliminary training had meant nothing
ger in front and, death for death, slob to him. Fighting was what he had come
for slob, what do I care who drops me?" to do in the Foreign Legion; death what
Every one looked at Verdier, who he had hoped to find.
smiled. We had Old Man Choubel for a captain,
Had he not been such a fine, handsome who had more scars on his body than teeth
man, his smile would have been endurable. left in his gums. He took a liking to
But an expression of sarcastic disdain, of Verdier at once, for he loved fine fighting
conscious superiority, on that good look men. Once, the private was the sole sur
ing face, from that t{tll, really powerful vivor of a group of eight caught in some
man, dug deep into a man's ego. He felt ambush. He continued firing, and when
superior, was superior. Looking steadily his foes retreated I am not exaggerat
at Bruckner, he shook his head slowly ing; it's down in black and white he
twice and his smile widened. calmly fixed bayonet and pursued, a one
There was no time to say more, for the man counter-attack.
band started to play. Though the de When he returned he was a sight, with
tachment was small, the colonel, a stickler only his pants left whole, his kepi gone,
for tradition, insisted on the whole busi his chest and arms covered with blood and
ness-music and flag to the station, and bits of beef hanging from his sticker. The
the "Legion's March'' pounded out as native troopers came from their lines to
the train started away. You know how it look at him. Choubel nominated him
feels, even to an outsider impressive corporal then and there, and swore loudly
like, and your throat contracting so you that he'd get him the Medal.
couldn't swallow a grape seed.
The detachment joined a battalion of TO TELL you all he did would
the Second Regiment south of Tazza, take a week. You wouldn't be
near the Jebel Tafrat. That battalion lieve nine-tenths of it, anyway.
formed part of a mobile group three Others have tried to under
thousand strong, breaking its teeth on stand why a man who wants to die usually
the Bahalam and Marmusha tribes. The kills off four guys who want to live.
enemy warriors were black skinned, Seems to be a fact, though. During all
bearded, and when they came at you in this, Bruckner was losing weight. He had
earnest they were nothing but bundles of managed to get himself a citation that
muscles sprouting steel blades. Their would have pleased any ordinary ser
women and kids followed their rushes, to geant, but he was a pale shadow beside
take care of our wounded and hoot at the Verdier. I think he thought the guy was
cowards who retreated. I have had some doing all that to spite him.
of them drop only when on top of my The worse of it, from Bruckner's side,
machine gun, riddled like sieves, and dead
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he was · almost powerless. Choubel was
the last ten yards. proud of Verdier he was as vain of his
There was fighting and Bruckner soon company as a middle aged matron of her
had an:>ther reason to dislike Verdier. milky skin and a man who got cited
The private turned out to be a madman in after every show was an asset. Any cap
action. For five columns past Bru�kner tain likes to get hold of a fighting nut
had been the first man to win a citation. what the reports name "the legendary
Verdier nosed him out, and almost made Legionnaire."
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"Verdier," he addressed the new cor another occasion. Bruckner was tempo
poral one day, before the whole com rary adjudant, and he took his section to
pany, "you're an intelligent man, and I support my machine gun group. The com
grant you have courage. I shall recom bat was alreacy well under way; our
mend you for special school, and you patrols had pushed up against the out
shall be commissioned in six months.'' posts of the tribesmen; rifles were popping.
"I beg you not to, Captain," Verdier With a map, I could show you what
replied. happened. I fear you can not under
His lips were tight, and I am saying stand. But here goes : A bunch of Mar
that I saw sweat drip into his eyebrows ·
mushas slashed through our front, curled
I was present at the time and for a man up around the place where we had been
who was never afraid, he acted oddly. posted, almost surrounded us. We had
"Serious reasons?" Choubel asked. nothing to worry about as long as we re
"Serious, Captain." � mained stationed in the shallow trench
Choubel nodded. He knew what that we had dug but it was risky business to
meant, as we all knew. T-o obtain a com stand up. But we soon found out that we
mission in the Foreibn Legion a man must were not the game they sought, anyway,
show papers, give his real name, reveal for they threw out a skirmish line to screen
his past. There is no escaping that. The us, while the bulk made for a ridge six
man is allowed to serve under the name hundred yards ahead.
he picked out, but his chiefs must know Those natives never attend school.
all about him. Minor sins are glossed over But they know whr,t to do and when to
casually, so "serious reasons" meant pre do it. That ridge commanded a trail
cisely what it said. through the hills, along which the supply
"That's all, Corporal," Choubel fin echelon of the machine gun sections and
ished, and walked away after shaking trench mortar group had to pass. From
hands. there they could open fire at one hundred
Bruckner looked at Verdier and grinned. . and fifty meters range, and cut the poor ·
For the first time the man did not smile in beggars to pieces in two minutes.
answer. His hands closed hard and we Bruckner has a lot of fighting sense.
thought there would be trouble immedi He saw what the echelon would get when
ately. But we did not yet know how it arrived, unless warned. At the same
strong he was. He calmed down in three time that he turned to spea!<, Corporal
seconds, shrugged. 1 Verdier approached and saluted.
"If I live to be sergeant, Sergeant " "A suggestion, Sergeant?"
"If you do?" "Speak."
"I'll settle then, Sergeant." "The plane has landed. We can not
You would not think that Bruckner signal a man would be picked off before
could blush. But he was so pleased that he got the message through from the
his cheeks faded from brick to white, to crest, and our officers can not see through
turn a delicate pink, just like a soft light half a kilometer of earth "
under a rose silk shade. Understand ''To the point, Corporal."
this was the first time he could be sure "I request your permission to reach the
that Verdier felt badly inside. . captain.''
What puzzles me is that from that day "Refused !" Bruckner smiled affably.
Bruckner rather liked Verdier. And call "He would never forgive me if you were
me a fool if Verdier was far from liking harmed. Aside from that, the suggestion
the sergeant. Emotions run in a circle 0 0
is excellent. " He knelt and called for
something like light where the last color a volunteer; indicated the nearest man,
runs into the first. That explains how "All right, my lad " and he outlined the
hatred can be so close to friendship. situation on a page torn from a worn
We saw something of that revealed on notebook.
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THE MAN took a deep breath left alone he could not make the distance.
and was off. Nice young fel Had lost too much blood. But the idiot
low, a bit conceited. Could do pulled himself erect, literally climbed
the hundred in twelve seconds, from the ground and shambled onward.
as a rule. But he never fairly started. You wanted to cry and you wanted to
Five yards away he appeared to lose his laugh, and you ended by doing both at
balance, reeled and pitched nose first into one time. The corporals had some sense
the dirt. There was no use risking any one of responsibility left; they were yelling
to bring him in; no further harm could and giving the butt to the half hysterical
come to him. fellows who wanted to go out and help
"Let me go," Verdier urged. Rat Mug.
"No. You're a hog for distinction. Be When they did get him, they did a
patient." ·
good job. Half of his head must have
Bruckner tore out another page, scrib come off with his kepi.
bled. He looked around. There were Two lives gone; and Bruckner, to justify
still plenty willing to go. Even a hard losing those two, had to risk others. He
ened man like the sergeant found it an was sort of hesitant, now, looking about,
noying to select from all those good guys and hating to give the word. ,
the one who would not live thirty seconds "Let's get it over with," Verdier
longer. snapped. "I'll go, and I don't need your
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"Lie down," Bruckner yelled. "Lie A split second later Verdier was out.
down, you ass ! We'll get you later you He dodged among the boulders and the
can't make it!" bushes. You go to the cinematograph
Everybody started to scream like a and to boxing bouts for the excitement.
gang of women. · ...
done nothing all their lives save sight and there he·was with five citations to his
rifles, popping at him. credit, the yellow and green ribbon, and a
You could see dirt spurt between his full fledged sergeant ! But he seemed sort
feet, lead splash on stones. Twice he of disgruntled sorry. he was alive.
dropped and rolled over and over, his Quite how the fight with Buckner was
arms thrashing loosely. The Marmushas fixed up, I can not tell you. I had to go
yelled, and we grunted and groaned; to Fez and testify in a trial over tinned
while Bruckner, kneeling in full view on meats and casks of wine that turned out
the parapet, twisting his big hands like a to hold water. In my whole military
little lady he was absolutely safe, no career that's the one thing I regret miss
one was looking at him swore or prayed, ing that fight.
I am not sure which. . Bruckner and Verdier both obtained a \
Each time Verdier got up, his black week's leave, and some of their friends as
hair glinting like a metal helmet under the well. Three-tourths of the noncoms in
sun, and raced on stronger than ever. We the battalion got leave which is unusual.
must have pushed him forward with our Probably, the officers knew what was
shouts ! He vanished suddenly and the scheduled and did not want to interfere
firing dwindled and we looked at each with something good. Bad blood be
other.and laughed. Bruckner was holding tween noncoms had best be worked out in
his forehead in one hand, snapping the open fighting, they reasoned. The fight
fingers of the other, muttering to himself. took place in a barn, in Algeria. A good
He came down quickly enough when the friend told me about it.
natives recovered from the excitement Verdier . seemed slender merely because
and saw him there, with his stem to their he was tall. I was informed that he was
foresights. muscled just like a feline you know, all
the different sets standing out separately,
THE COLONEL commanding covered with fine, pink, satiny skin. And
the mobile group called Verdier he evidently knew much about boxing,
to his tent that night. The although that did not count for so much,
orderly claimed that they drank as you'll see.
red wine in tin cups at the same table,
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You know Bruckner; looks solid enough
that Verdier appeared perfectly at ease. now, doesn't heP He was six or seven
We said nothing to him when he came years younger. He never had drunk
back. We were all a. little sore at him for much. When he stripped, he looked as
getting us so excited that morning. if he had been carved from white marble
Meanwhile, his citation for the Medal below the tan on his neck. He was by far
had been approved of in Rabat, and the the heavier in build, his chest almost as
official confirmation arrived. So there deep as it was wide Look at him ! An
was a prise d'armes in the camp two days ordinary, well setup man he could break
later, and he stood in line to receive the between his hands.
yellow and green ribbon. The band You have seen Legionnaires scrap once
played the "Marseillaise", a lot of swords or twice. You know that everything
flashed, while the younger officers took comes into play, which is natural in men
snapshots. who don't fight for sport or amusement,
The operations ended soon after. Some but to preserve their hides. Verdier had
body had found out that we were up some difficulty getting to that, you know,
against too much for an outfit our size, having a different code, and at first he
the rains were coming, and one thing and tried to make bare fists go. But after be
another. Our battalion went to rest in ing hurt once or twice, he learned better.
Oudjda,'where Verdier was officially noti They pounded at each other, like
fied of his promotion to sergeant. He sledges on anvils, and wrestled for min
had been in the Legion nine short months, utes on end, each striving to keep the
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other's fists, elbows, knees from striking Verdier was not pretty himself, but he
vital spots. Bruckner swung his clenched was strong enough to kneel by and be
hands like rocks from a sling, and when- aware of what was going on. They say he
. ever he hit right, Verdier would be slam cried a little. But he did not need to fret.
med to the floor to writhe aside, clasp Such men as Bruckner are too strong to
Bruckner's knees and bring him down . be hurt severely by anything save.. steel
They fought on a plan.k flooring, and I or lead.
was told that when the two rose you could He awoke soon, looked at Verdier out
see the 'vood darkened by the stains of of his one good eye.
sweat and blood. "Something rotten about you," he
Both were bleeding from nose and stated thoughtfully. "It isn't yonr guts,
mouth before long, and Bruckner's cheeks and it isn't your fighting. I know that
were shifting colors around his squinted much."
eyes. Seeking for better holds, their nails "Friends?" Verdier asked eagerly.
tore flesh. Round and round they went, "No. I'll get your goat yet."
smashing and clawing. Bruckner in- ·
How he did, I'll get to soon.
vented a. system that worked well for a
time : He would brace his feet solidly, BOTH of them were sent back
shove, and follow up this advantage until to Algeria soon after Bruck
he had Verdier against a wall. Then he ner to Bel-Abbes, to resume his
battered at him with both hands and his old job of training recruits.
head. Verdier, they claimed, had been sent to
When they separated for a breathing Oran, no one could say exactly why. I
spell they would stare at each other and had no time to find out because the bat
laugh. talion was sent into some pitHing little
The finish came abruptly. mess, in which I was stupid enough to get
Bruckner had pulled free, swung one hurt. The bullet hit me near the elbow,
ann far back as if to launch one of his and after three days in Taza, I was sent
fierce punches. Instead, he sharply to Oran, where they had a special bone
lowered his head and bounded forward doctor.
like a ram. This is a nice town, and it was then.
Verdier was caught off guard, had not A broken elbow is not a great handicap.
expected the onslaught. Fortunately for Once a day I reported for dressing and
him, he was lightning fast on his feet, and examination at the hospital, and the rest
the formidable impact struck neither of the time was mine. Naturally, I
stomach nor chest. His body twisted called at the Legion depot to ask for
aside and he took the shock on his hip. Verdier.
Nevertheless, he was hurled across the What a fine story I heard ! That ex
floor and dropped with a heavy crash. plained why he wanted to die. Verdier
Bruckner was on him like a wild beast was in the Civilian Prison, pending his
to be met by one of his own tricks. being sent to France for trial. I looked
Verdier had rolled on his back, drawn up the case in the papers. .
up his legs until the knees almost touched He was accused of killing a woman
his chin. Supported by his shoulders and some sort of music hall singer. He came
elbows he struck out with both feet. of an old military family. His father was
Nothing human could withstand such a a retired colonel, and he had graduated
smash and remain upright. Bruckner from military school and been a lieu
staggered back, gasped. Then his knees tenant: He met the young woman and
folded like hinges under his weight; he wanted to marry her against everybody's
crumpled to the floor. advice. She was not good enough for
. There was an ambulance corps ser him or most any other man but he was
geant there who worked on him at once. crazy in love with her, said she was
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slandered and misjudged. But he found Bruckner was sore and ordered his men
out different • . . to march where they were. He was
The lieutenant had then sent in his finely set up, a.nd his face was all healed
resignation , written to his father, van- by that time. He had shiny gold buttons,
. ished. The next morning the woman had green epaulettes, all his medals and I
been found dead shot. The lieutenant am not lying a sword ! Full parade kit,
had been recognized on a photo showing and he was an adjudant, remember. ,
a prise d'armes in the Taza sector. The men were perspiring and stiff in
I tried to see Verdier at the prison. their sashes and beltings. I heard them
Somehow, I could not see where he had say that the next guy too good t� be
done wrong. There are things a woman buried in Algeria should go and croak at
can do to you that sting too deep for home. Bruckner walked along mincingly,
forgiveness. You can't just laugh and peeping at the angry motorman out of
forget it. the comer of his eye.
They would not let me see Verdier at We had reached the Prefecture Build
the jail. They had heard about his re ing when it happened.
sources and courage while in the Legion, Probably, they had taken Verdier
and were afraid he would escape. So there to fill out the final papers before he
they suspected all Legionnaires of being was taken to the dock to board the
apt to help him split the air and vanish steamer for Marseilles. He came out of
once more. Which shows that they were the side door, and I knew him at once,
intelligent jailers after all. although he had no unifortn� save the
Here's how I came to see the rest of the coarse, grayish clothing they had issued
affair : You recall that adjudant who died him in prison. His hair was cropped close
in Saida, and turned out to have a big to his skull, and he shambled between
title, a big family and a lot of money? two big gendarmes-the kind that seem
His people asked for his body. The about to burst their riding pants.
authorities could do no less than the cor There was a small mob of civilians to
rect thing by his remains. Bruckner had watch him go lousy dock workers,
gone up one notch, and was adjudant. hybrid Spaniards, Arab urchins from the
He brought forty men from Bel-Abbes: streets above the hospital and tough kids
in full parade unifonns all dolled up. from the Rue des Genes. All yelled! at
And they escorted the caisson bearing the him, and he looked mighty hard hit,
bier down the Rue des Jardins and so on sheepish. He hunched up his shoulders
to the dock. There, the bugler blew, and to.-�hide his face the best he could.
the sailors hoiste<J. the coffin aboard� while I went cold with rage when I saw what
strong men bowed their heads and the they had done to him, and was on the
section stood at present arms. You verge of getting off and making a kick.
know, one of the usual ceremonies. They had put handcuffs on him to march
One of the nurses wanted to see the him through town ! Two big guys with
show. She was great on dead men and pistols, and handcuffs on an unarmed
live cats, though sick or wounded men man ! But my temper cooled when I
got treated rough, unless they weren't too noted that Verdier had seen the Legion.
sick. See what I mean? I escorted her He had had a mighty tough time with
down to the port, my arm in a silk sling, us, but he had grown to feel one of us.
and we watched, admiringly. I decided He tried to straighten up, but that's
to blow her to a trolley ride on the way hard when your wrists are in irons. His
back, for it's a long climb. But the trolley lips tightened in the old way, his eyes
car did not move fast. It had caught up blazed. · Some pride came back to him, I
with the detachment, and the motorman guess, when he thought of what he had
and conductor were yelling at Bruckner accomplished. I wished the trolley would
to move his men off the tracks, and hurry and get me away from there. I
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did not like to watch the meeting be MARKES motioned to the
tween Verdier and Bruckner, after all waiter to add more grenadine
that had happened, and I could not help to his tall glass of beer, and I
thinking that no matter what crime a took my eyes from Bruckner
man may be guilty of, some things should reluctantly. The man appeared magni
atone and the. stunts Verdier had pulled fied, hallowed by his sublime gesture.
in Morocco were among them. "I 'm not much of a judge," I ad
I swore at the conductor, but he waved mitted.
his hand to show me why the trolley "Nobody does judge us rightly \\-e
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could not proceed even at a creep. I saw are different."
the Legionnaires drawn up in two lines, In the tone used by Markes there was
right on the tracks, rifles grounded. little modesty. The glow of his twelve
Bruckner was in front of them, stiffer years' share in the endless epic of the
than ever, his face scarlet. Foreign Regiments was strong on him .
His sword rasped from the scabbard. "What happened then ?" I urged.
"Present arms !" -
"Nothing. Bruckner probably was
His defiant shout filled the street, told off by the colonel, who, in his own
echoed against the walls. The gendarmes mi nd , undoubtedly approved him . As
started as if they had been jabbed with you see, he is a sub-lieutenant now,
needles. Forty rifles left the ground with pretty rough on recruits, bu t they all get
one single creak of straps, forty bayonets to know him and would fight for him in a
glistened high, flaming tapers under the showdown. Just his way, you have to
ardent sun. The men froze, heels to understand.''
gether, chins high, saluting a worthy "I mean did you hear what became of
Legionnaire. Verdier?"
As Verdier marched past him Bruckner "H im? When he was tried, his lawyer
brought up his blade in salute, dropped it evoked the principle that modem justice
with a fuller, wider sweep than you have seeks to prevent rather than punish or
ever seen. avenge. He pointed ou t that his client
· The prisoner tried to bring his poor, had already resigned from his regi-
manacled hands in a careless gesture of ment, that his resignation was on the
farewell, but never finished the move. colonel's desk. He had sacrificed family
He tried to smile, but his eyes melted, and army for the woman. When he
his face went to pieces, tears came. Oh, learned that she was false, he had come
Bruckner had broken him up that time, straight from duty, carried his service
achieved what he had sought in vain with revolver as regulations willed. There
tormenting, irony, and fists. But it was was no premeditation ; he fired as a
a victory he had not planned. Simply, drowning man clutches at a plank when
with the perfect and unreasoning candor she laughed at him for a foo l, to stop her
of his warrior's code, Bruckner had done talking, her jeers. The jury had to admit
what he believed just. He had offered to that it was not likely he would do the
the murderer, the outcast, to the man same thing over again. He was ac-
who was also the superb Legionnaire, the quitted." .
highest homage of forty of his kind, his "And then ?"
comrades, his brothers. "Then what? "
Verdier was gone. "Even though he had been an officer,"
There remained in the middle of the
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I insisted, ''he had resigned and con
avenue a section of Legion at present tracted a five years' enlistment in the
ar1ns, and a raging, bellowing adjudant Legion. He had served less than a year.
who flourished a naked sword in his big How was that fixed up? Did he go back
fist. to his regiment as an officer or .."
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ing over my head, he had risen, and his Middle Atlas together, you: and Markes,
hand sketched a salute before he recalled you must have known Verdier?"
that he was a civilian only a civilian. I was instantly aware that I had
I shook hands with Farral. spoken rashly. Farra! had stopped short,
"Say, both of you join us, eh?" he ad to look at Markes who seemed rather
dressed Markes. "Long since we were uneasy. Then Farral smiled.
with the old gang· in the Second. Bruckner "Of course, he would tell you. Come
wants to see you." Then he turhed to along!"
me. "Better come over and speak your So Farral was Verdier, Verdier was
piece. Bruckner was growing angry be Farral ! True, allowing for seven years,
cause you stared at him, and I reasoned a change in uniforms, the silhouettes
with him. Has the wrong idea of you matched with exceeding precision. Ac
altogether unless you are mixed up in a. quiring stripes, Farral had not lost
press campaign against the Legion." He courage. And it explained the military
ended with a laugh. medal ribbon on a man I knew came from
"Neither for nor against impartial military school. For the rest, I needed no
observer." jury's verdict to guide my esteem.
"Liar," Farral said calmly. "If you Then for a space, I could think of noth
weren't so lazy, you would enlist. But ing save that I was shaking hands with
Bruckner is a man you should know in Bruckner whose doubts had melted
your business. Likes to talk, and has lots when Farral had greeted me. I was
to talk about. " pressing the hand that had held a sword
"Must have. Say, if you were in the and saluted a man.
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six feet four, bedside and barefooted. Then Why should you tear your shirt, run
again, if you are one to size up your men round in small circles, and work up a
according to ability flying ability, in sweat about the future welfare of the
this case well, Jack Stringfellow would cocky flying squirts? 1\.re the higher-ups,
have made par, and far better, in your the high rankers, doing that over you?
most exacting demands. Not by a long shot ! Yep, Stringfellow,
The captain was hell on wings. And you can pass the well known old Army
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can the good soldier commissioned man low to Captain Jack. Not even the
or enlisted stiff ask why or when. Nor raggedy tailed, newly arrived cadet. Nor
can he say but or if. Anyway, this man the more or less despised second loots.
Stringfellow, though a product of April And as for the hundreds of enlisted men
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'17, was an A-1 man at arms. Which last on the post you won't believe it but
crack is funny, if it wasn' t so darned sad, it's a fact that they'd salute the man with
for that Field 8 job kept him away from pleasure. Yes, sir, that's a fact. And at
arms. It was his maker and breaker. 8 there were deep paths worn right around
Captain Stringfellow had two other aU the hangars, barracks, shops, etc.,
combat instructors working with him at where the enlisted men had ducked in
8. Notice it is written "with" him, and avoiding certain officers.
not "under" him ; for nobody had to bow These two combat instructors who
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worked with Stringfellow took on most of with that number, when it jumped them."
the preliminary combat work with the Cadet Rand, able kid with a cold blue
students. But in the end, before any eye, came into Field 8 late of a fine spring
student was lacked from 8, Captain night, in ' 18. He had heard all about this
Stringfellow met that man in the air. top combater. Rand was a good pilot.
Keeping up with his work, and meeting And he wasn't dumb enough to think
those scores and scores of passing pilots, that $tringfellow was overestimated.
was a tremendous piece of labor, too. HoweVer, Cadet Rand was out to make
And here was one place where String his rapid way through Field 8, for the
fellow might have passed that well Front was calling loudly for the boy. Yes,
known buck without fear of shirking. But sir, that Front couldn't do without him
that conscience of his ! No, sir, he much longer; and he couldn't live without
wouldn't let his co-workers take the the Front. Rand was one of those who
burden of that great responsibility. went right out to the deadline, first thing
But look here. The idea herein is not in the A.M., and tried to learn all about the
to convey the thought that Stringfellow genus Stringfellow.
was one of those nice, old lady guys. Not "I've got to meet him," he told a group
at all. Far from that. In fact, to the of macs. "And when I do tangle antlers
cadets, he always sized up as a more or with this buck, well, I don't want to make
less hard guy. Something to be over any mistakes. Get what I mean ? I
come. A guy that stood in the way. can't afford to waste my best line of goods
These students upon whose merits, or on anybody else."
demerits, Stringfellow must pass judg "Feller," one of the macs told young
ment, might be of any rank, from wild Rand, "any of these here Field 8 combat
and cocky cadet to sedate and not-too instructors can absorb anything you
sure colonel. The finishing school caught might pour, so don't worry about putting
them all. out more than they can handle. Be gen
erous, kaydet, and put out your very
NOW, a word about the cocky best, all the time ; and your very best won't
cadets who came to Field 8 all be quite as good as old Doctor String
, set to fly rings around these fellow orders for his helpers."
high powered, widely known "Now don't . get me wrong," Cadet
combat instructors through whom Field Rand begged. "I don't mean to under
8 had grown famous. One of the first rate the other combat men, but I know
things a newly arrived cadet would · do that Captain Stringfellow is the man who
was to mosey out to the hangars. call a must be satisfied ; and I want to know all
mac to one side, slip him a cigaret, and there is to be known about him, if possible.
ask: When I meet him, I'll stay to go round
"How about this man Stringfellow? and round with him. Then if I'm any
Is he as hot as 've're led to believe? part as good as I think I am, I'll get out
Which ship does Stringfellow hop? What of here. It'll be the front for me. Am I
number?' making myself clear?"
All of the ships were numbered ; "You'll do," the macs agreed. "Roll
and if a student, here or at another out your blankets; you're hired, fed
school, knew just who was flying any and fired. Let's hope you're as good as
given number, well, it's a cinch he'd you guess you are."
know who was who while on the wing. An hour or so after that, Cadet Rand
"No number," the mac might see fit was in the air aboard his first Field 8 ship.
to advise the questioning newcomer. He spent the period chasing other stu
"Stringfellow used to fly a numbered ship, dents, diving at liberated balloons and
but all the students got wise to his boat, strafing a ground silhouette. The ob
and nobody would stay in the same sky serving officers, those who looked on from
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the tower, observed and agreed that this the air, not on the ground. You can't
kid in ship 315 wasn't bad at all. 815 was beat that line of cold logic, can you?
Rand. Yes, sir, that there sounded like common
That same day, later in the afternoon, sense.
Cadet Rand flew another period. On this But Lieutenant Munroe looked far
hop he met Lieutenant Munroe, one of into the distant sky, over Cadet Rand's
Captain Stringfellow's most able as- ambitious head, and laughed a bit. Not a
sistants. Rand went round and round belittling laugh, mind you, but a sort of
with Munroe at three thousand feet. And reminiscent, good natured snicker.
he stayed with Munroe all the way .down, "I've heard that before, Cadet," he told
as the combating planes lost altitude, till the new man at Field 8. "You men come
the combat instructor called off the dog- here to perfect your aerial combat, that's
fight at about three hundred feet. Three true. And every time we say anything
hundred feet is awful low for aerial com- about poor ground work, to a man, he
bat work. Munroe cut the thing then lets us know that he is going to fight the
because Munroe had once seen an am- Boche up there where it's blue.
bitious student fight right into the ground "But, Rand," Lieutenant Munroe con
-and right ahead into eternity. Munroe . tinued, "as we see the thing, there are
was a very fine combater. .
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"Fine," Lieutenant Munroe again told FOR two days more, flying two
the cadet. "You're fast." long periods each day, Cadet
"Then why should we worry much Rand battled with the finesse
about the takeoff and the landing, Lieu of his aerial combat work.
tenant ? You know, I'm going to fight Everybody, including the watching en
the Boche in the air, not on the ground. " listed men and his fellow students, agreed
Going to fight the Boche in the air? that this cadet was there. Yes, he was
Well, guess that's just about right. In one of that small group that is very
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different. A born flyer, no doubt. And a propeller was so close to Rand's rudder
good, willing flyer, all the time. He that there was no joke about the thing.
loved air. You could see that. Any one Not at all ! There's nothing in air quite
could. Field 8 wasn't going to hold him
.. as bad as another ship with its hungry
for long, now. Any hour, within the next prop trying to hog quick bites out of your
few days, he'd be rolling his blankets craft. Young Rand, telling about it
again and pushing up toward the big later, was even willing to admit that he
doings. And when that day came, well, went cbld all over, so close was the other
the Front should be the winner. ship to his. No kidding that close stuff
On his fourth day at Field 8 Cadet will call the best of them.
Rand was beginning to think that he ·had What's more, also according to Cadet
been there just a few days too long� Of :Rand, this man on his tail looked directly
course, being good, he was a bit hasty. ahead, and slightly down, but never
That was entirely natural. But it seemed cracked a smile. He just held his ship
as though Captain Stringfellow, with in .that lethal position ; putting the next
that no-number ship of his, would never move up to the cadet. The cadet, when
drop down from nowhere and jump. Rand. physical control came back to his chilled
Rand wanted to be jumped. ·H e wanted body, received an order from General
to meet Stringfellow and have it over Disability. The old general 'said "Dive !"
with once and for all. He was beginning And Cadet Rand pulled the bottom from
to fear that maybe he'd reach that over under himself and started down. 1
ripe stage that comes to any man who has Be knew that this would have to be a
been in top forn1 for too long a stretch. good dive. He'd been jumped by the best
.Rand was good right now ; and, maybe, .in air, and there was no secon.d or better
he'd never be any better. There is such a choice. No · such . thing as turning to go
thing as top condition ; and, it's a cinch, round and roWld. No such thing as
you cannot go any higher than the top. zooming. No such thing as trying any
So why didn't Stringfellow come along? sort of dumb horse play. As he saw it,
Well, that very same day, early in the and he made the right guess the first
afternoon, Stringfellow did come along. time, the dive was the correct answer.
Not exactly that, however; for Rand had What was more to .the point, Rand
been watching the whole sky, and he realized · that this kingpin of acrobatic
never saw the captain come. Rand combat would dive right along behind
was at about eleven thousand feet, just him. But the thing the kid didn't know,
cruising, and waiting for things to happen. couldn't guess, was how much of a dive a
And, as before said, while waiting, ·h e was Nieuport �7 would stand. No time for
also watching for this ship with the blank that now, though. He was in his dive.
sides. One thousand feet of almost straight dive
And he had watched his sky. Up and had quivered past and Stringfellow's
down ; east and west ; before and behind. propeller was directly above and beliind
Rand always watched his sky, for the his rudder.
day must come, and soon, when the Soon, too soon, two thousand feet of his
watching of his sky would most certainly original eleven thousand feet of elevation
mean life or death to him. And he wanted had been dived away ; and the old Nieu
to live. So he watched his sky. But, port was tight in every wire and surface.
getting some sort of hunch, Cadet Rand The kid took a quick peek out along tlle
stopped watching his sky for half a second trailing edges of his upper wings.; and
and looked back over his tail. Then and those trailing edges had an up-curve like
there his brave, young, royal American a bird's pinion feathers in flight. Also,
heart missed a flock of poorly timed ·shots. the ailerons were both "washed" high
Captain Stringfellow was riding his tail. above those trailing edges. Tell you
And Stringfellow's flashing, sun splashing what andJthe cadet knew it, too that
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old bus "�as under strain. And would she that the captain might have dived his
stand up under that punishment? Well, a wings off and plunged straight for earth,
Spad, they said, would dive for five or Cadet Rand knew a sickly feeling, and
six thousand feet and hang together, all looked overside straight straight down
in one piece. But a Spad was a Spad ; into Captain Stringfellow's face. That
and no other ship in wartirne air would do ship was just a few yards below the
what a Spad would do. cadet's. Close !
Rand thought of all this in those few Rand didn't know what to do. This
falling seconds. Cadet Rand again re 'vas every bit as bad as when String
called that he'd never heard anybody fellow first arrived to sit there on his
boasting about the manner in which a tail. One bad move now, and the cadet
�ieuport �7 would dive. But and this might mush his own ship right down atop
was hell ! all of a sudden he did recall the whirling prop of that lower Nieuport.
that the Nieuport 28, which was the �7's Now how the devil, the greatly surprised
big brother, would dive its linen off when cadet wondered, could any man dive
put straight down for any long distance. faster than I was diving and get lower
And if the 28, a later and better type than than my ship? If they make flyers like
the 27, would do its pilot dirt like that, this Stringfellow many of 'em I'd best
what could he expect of this old 27? go back to driving a truck.
Nearly three thousand feet had gone up The cadet, trying to guess what a cadet
and away from his tail. The frail crate should do under these unheard of condi
in which he was boxed was simply a tions, flew straight ahead, paralyzed.
rattling, howling, whistling plummet that Then, a little later, and just because a
was hurtling, full motor, earthward. cocky cadet must not quit, he shot full
An<:\, to give the old bu.s credit, it seemed gun to his motor and let the small bus
to be widening the gap that divided Rand climb. But of course, insofar as he could
and the great Stringfellow. not dive tq gather speed, the climb was
Rand sensed this, at least. But the to be a limited thing. Also, it was to be a
cadet was only human. And the cadet climb that must not be overdone. He
liked life. Also, and Rand would have couldn't afford to put that Nieuport into
been the first one to admit it, this cadet a stall, not with Stringfellow so close.
didn't want to die way back here in the But Rand did climb ; and the combat
deep S.O.S. No regular guy did. So instructor climbed right along with him,
there came a time and a place in that dive keeping his ship just a fe'v yards below
where young Rand made up his mind that the cadet. And Stringfellow was neither
he'd had enough. He turned with the behind nor ahead of the cadet ; but his
idea of waving the captain away. Turned ship was directly below, wing for wing, in
with the idea of admitting that the dive such a manner as to give the cadet no way
was a bit too hot for him ; and this was a out.
hard thing for a cocky cadet to do. Cadet Rand knc'v that he was seeing
acrobatic combat at its very best. And
THEN Cadet Rand, turning, the kid felt very much raw-john too. By
looked back into empty space. now, though, his Nieuport 27 had put out
There was no ship on his tail. all the climb it had . The small craft was
There was no ship high above just about set to "hang on its prop", and
him. He pulled out of his hard dive. He the next thing after a hanging on the prop
looked east and west, north and south ; must either be a forward dip and whip,
and there was no sign of a Stringfellow, or a sideslip. Or, as a last resort, a tail
any place. slip. But that other ship was directly
The cadet flew in a wide circle, at about below ; and what was a cadet to do?
eight thousand feet, and made a thor "Let Stringfellow watch out !" Cadet
ough study of his sky. Then, thinking Rand thought. "Flying this 315 is my
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job. It's up to him to look ·out for his straight up through three hundred feet of
own neck. Guess he can do it, too. vertical air. On the top of that hard, fast
What a bum he's making of me, though !" zoom and let Stringfellow look out
And so thinking, Cadet Rand, at the again ! Rand kicked in full rudder and
top of his out-of-line-of-flight zoom, let hard left stick. The ship went over in a
his ship fall away in a left side slip. At half roll, and-
the same time, wondering what the cap Cadet Rand, upside down, looked for
tain would be doing, he glanced overside Stringfellow. Stringfellow's ship, also
to where Stringfellow's craft should have upside down, shot past Rand's and, also
been uncovered, and flying in the clear. rolling, hung on its back up there be
Ye gods of automatic flight, what was tween the inverted cadet and high heaven.
Stringfellow doing but sideslipping with For a split second, while young Rand's
the cadet, and still under him! heart stopped, the captain's wheels-up
Cadet Rand felt like that traditional craft came mushing down toward the
small boy sent out to do a man's job. cadet's bottom side. Cadet Rand, here
That was hard to take, too. The cadet, forgetting that Stringfellow must take
as before said, had a pretty good opinion care of himself, quickly jerked that con
of his own ability as a pilot ; and this trol stick of his back into his tummy,
Fi�ld 8 man, without half trying, was jammed on full throttle, kicked in rudder,
holding him helpless. G iving him never a and rolled over into a fallaway dive.
chance. Making him feel like the rawest '(his time, with motor still howling at
recruit that had ever cracked up a ship. full gun, the cadet dived plenty. Best
What could he show if he never got a that he take lots of time and think this
single chance to do his stuff? It was sure thing out ; for there must be a way out,
a rotten break. He had lived, hoped and somewhere, somehow. There's a check
prayed for this hour, and now that the for every move on earth, and in the air.
time was at hand he couldn't use a single If a boy can find that check in time. If
second of it. And everything was back he can't well, too bad.
ward, too. Cuckoo ! But there was no shaking this man
Who ever heard of a man winning a Stringfellow. After yourig Rand had put
combat by remaining under the other more than two thousand feet of this dive
fellow? Ride his tail that's the usual, above and behind him, the captain was
accepted order of things. Get the altitude still with and under him. What a game
over your enemy and hold that altitude to buck!
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aerial success. But here was a man who DESPERATE now, the cadet
relinquished altitude, threw it away, and took to rolling his ship, right
rode a cadet ragged without any of the out of line-of-flight. You know,
natural advantages. This was all wrong. let her have full motor, then kick
It was all wrong in more ways than a in full rudder and be set to redress with
few. And Cadet Rand, riding out of his stick. Stringfellow barrel rolled right
slip, and again looking down at the along in formation with him. As near as
other's ship, grew a bit madder. Fact is, the cadet could tell, the tight flying cap
he grew plenty mad ; for this fly cadet tain never changed the distance between
had never before met anybody from ships, not even during these lashing,
whom he had to take seconds. Hell's whipping rolls. It was awful. It got a
fire, guy ! He wouldn't take this, either ! man !
Cadet Rand went into a dive. Let Next, after the barrel rolling had proven
Stringfellow look out for Stringfellow ! to be such a flop, Cadet Rand dropped
Out of that hard dive, the cadet now his nose, then pulled over into a loop.
zoomed. It was a regular Billy H. Hell of When he was on top of that loop, looking
a zoom, too. It shot that Nieuport �7 straight down, he could see the captain
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do,vn there, looking straight up. And as was likely to carve his ship's belly at any
soon as the cadet had swooped up and re ungiven time. And as he glanced, he
dressed his ship's flight, well, Stringfellow again found Stringfellow missing.
was right under him again. A second and Captain Stringfellow wasn't directly
third loop worked just as poorly as the below. Nor was he to either side. And
first. he wasn't above. So Cadet Rand lay
After that, and after a few minptes of that old Nieuport 315 over in a steep
thought, and still letting the captain look bank, and while he was thus veraging he
out for the captain's safety, the cadet made a close study of as much sky and
began to mix 'em up a bit. First, he'd eart h as was possible. And there, away
start down as though for a loop. And off to"rard Field 8, a ship was shagging
whe11 the nose came swooping up to the lo'v across the green world. It was hi
horizon, he'd throw his stick over, kick in balling for 8. Rand watched that ship
full rudder, and flop over and back in a shoot its landing ; and he was satisfied
renversment. Coming down and back on that the captain had grown weary of
the reverse dive, Rand would be sure to playing with a kid, and cut for home.
find his hard flying tormentor there wait The cadet glanced at his timepiece. His
ing for him, all set to team up as before, allotted flying period was just about up,
down under. Then Cadet Rand, though so he too turned back for Field 8.
he knew itr would do no good, pulled a few 'Vhen Cadet Rand landed and taxied
of his best and fastest Immelmann turns. up to the deadline, he saw Captain String
When he'd come off his half roll, at the fellow's great length standing on the
top of the turn, Stringfellow, too, would threshold of the flying office. The captain
be coming off his roll. And right under was there to watch his landing students,
the cadet. Nice mess of fish ! and smoke a cigaret or two. Both of
Well, Cadet Rand figured, one or the which occupations seemed to please him.
other of us is sure to die of old age if we The cadet unloaded from his ship ; and
live that long. And it surely did seem a mac asked-
that this combat if it was a combat "Was that you going round and round
might be going on when the actual war with the captain, off there in the south?"
was long over. "Are �rou kidding me?" Rand shot
The cadet, thinking along these lines, back.
had just about given up all hope of get "Hell, no," the mac replied, as he
ting in a position where he could do his lifted the Nieuport's tail to his shoulder
bit toward proving that he was all set to and started to walk the small bus toward
quit Field 8. Quit Field 8 ! After this a hangar. "Why?"
disastrous session, with his banners in the "Because," Cadet Rand answered, "I
dust, he was likely to become a fixture at wouldn't blame you if you 'vere . • •
8. Ye gods! After this showing, would Here, have a butt Sure, keep the pack
Stringfellow ever put his John Henry on -don't mention it."
a lache for Rand? The betting was that \Veil, with that flight ended, the cadet
he wouldn't. had to make his usual report at the flying
"I'll bet," Cadet Rand was telling him office. But he hated like the very devil to
self, "that the captain thinks I cheated face the long Stringfellow who still stood
more than usual when I got into Air there on the threshold. Of course, if he
Service." wished, Rand could put off the report
And i t· was while the cadet was just and make it later. But Rand wasn't that
cruising along, trying to think of some sort of hombre. This thing of facing a
thing that he hadn't- already tried, that he man who had made a monkey of him
again chanced a hurried glance down wasn't easy, but the cadet was man
ward j ust to make sure that he was enough to do it. So he dragged his un
keeping clear of that whirling prop that willing steps down that way.
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Cadet Rand could have avoided String Yes, sir, maybe I'm the guy who first
fellow by going around to the side aitd framed that oft-mentioned fact. And it's
making his report through a window. In a good argument too, Cadet. I can see it
stead, he came right up to the long one your way, no kidding.
and saluted. "How many flying hours have you
"Captain," he said, "that was me in had?" the captain asked.
ship 815. If I had made any kind of "More than two hundred," Cadet Rand
showing, Captain, I would have come answered.
here a-running to ask you what you "Ye gods, Curtiss, can that be Wright?
thought of my air work. But in view of Why, Cadet, that's a whole lot of air
the rotten show I put on well, I'm going time. If you can't set 'em down now,
to ask you that same question, anyhow. chances are you never will. After all,
Captain Stringfellow, what do you think good landings and fine setdowns are more
of me?" ·
Cadet."
Captain Stringfellow stood there and "Are you trying to give me a ride
looked far away toward distant St. round the field, Captain?" the cadet
Valentine. Then he spoke slowly, balanc asked. "You know that I know that I
ing, weighing, making each word fly its never had a chance."
proper place in formation, as it were. "Forget that," Stringfellow said. "I
"Cadet," he said, "you took off like a was just feeling pretty good this after
gull. You flew like an eagle. But you noon, and that's why I stuck close under
landed like a ton of bricks." your ship. It was bad judgment on my
For a moment Cadet Rand was stopped, part. Of course you never had a chance.
silent. There it wa again that talk You see, there's a whole flock of psycholo
about bum landings. However.. the cap gies fly along with me when I tangle
tain had said, "you flew like an eagle," with you students. Now, you knew that
and perhaps he meant it. So the cadet it was my ship, right away. And you
found words and started to put them to know that I'm supposed to be the big
use, as was a cadet's way. brass hat on this field. And, knowing
"Captain, you say that my air work is that, you know that you must treat me
good that I flew like an eagle. Then why like a pet; and especially when I'm in the
can't I get a lache from 8? You know, position that I occupied on this hop.
I'm " "No, Cadet, you didn't have a chance.
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"Ah-ah!" Captain Stringfellow inter But you did fly fine. You've got that
rupted. "Don't say it. I know just something that makes Osgoods and Aus
what you're going to spring 'I'm not tins and Munroes. And by the way,
going to fight the Boche on the ground' . . . Lieutenant Munroe reported that your
That, Cadet, is what they all say. For a air work was above par. I guess that's
fact, way back in the dim past, I kind of why I pushed you so hard on this hop.
recall having pulled that line myself. But, of course, Lieutenant Munroe also
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reported that your getaway and landing start getting packed for the shove-off."
were pretty rough. Then you said, well, "Hop to it," Captain Stringfellow told
you know what you said ; and I agree that him. "And, cadet, if you find the time,
you are right. No, sir, you are not going for the love of an old pair of shoes, drop
to fight the Boche on the ground. It's the me a line. Hundreds of students before
air for you, Cadet.u you have said that they would ; and never
"You mean," Cadet Rand said, "you're a note have I had from any one of them.
going to give me the air from Field 8? It's hell on us men back here at 8. We
Going to lache me, Captain ?" have no idea of what the Front is like.
"I'll let you make that choice, Cadet. I We'll never see it; and it used to be our
need another good combat man here on 8. dream too, you know. Don't forget us."
If you want to stick around and practise "I'll keep in touch with you," Rand
up on your take-offs and landings, for a promised. "For a fact, Captain, I'll
few weeks or a month, I'll have you as make contacts with you, if it's the last
signed to the work. But I know you official thing I ever do. I mean that, too.
don't, so I'll sign your lache any time you So long. See you before I go, maybe."
say. What do you say ?"
"Why," the cadet said, "you're putting CADET RAND joined the
me in a tougher place than you had me other hell whooping, about-to
half an hour ago. You're being white to leave students. Fifteen happy
me. You're offering me a chance to men, in any one camp, is a lot
stick around here and fly with regular of happy men ; and they're likely to be
men Austin, Osgood, Munroe and your making a great noise about their good
self and how can I make my choice now luck. Yeah, about good luck that sends
without being a bum? You make it for them up to die, perhaps. War, and the
me no you might " · man who makes war, is funny. You'd
"I've made it for you," Stringfellow think that each had received money from
told the cadet. "You go out of 8 with home. And Rand was the happiest of
the next group. That will be in the morn the group; for he was still more than a
ing. But if you ever want to come back to little surprised at the turn of events.
Field 8 and put in some more training Rand's closest pal, Bugs Cole, was also
time, come. And don't be afraid to come among the outgoing fifteen. The two
back if you get a hunch that you need it. flying mates, with Rand just one class
Other good pilots have done it. There are behind Cole, had gone from field to field
some who have been in and out of these together. For a while it had seemed that
fields more than a few times. You know, Bugs would pull ahead and leave Rand
Cadet, a man can't be too good at this behind at Field . 8 ; so, as is very plain to
stuff. see, there was a double cause for joy. War
"Well, anyway, so's we won't be getting made close pals, and partings were likely
too damn sentimental, I hope you have to hurt like the very devil.
lots of luck on the Front. And I hope Rand and Cole, with the rest of that
you have a load of fun between here and loud and lucky mob, were all set to run
the Front. You'll stop off at Paris, eh, on into lssoudun for the last night's doings
the way to Orly? Sure, they all do. when a slow moving orderly came into
Spend a week there, if you're wise. flying cadet's barracks. He had a slip of
"There'll be quite a gang of you men
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official looking paper in his mitt ; and he
going out of here in the morning. Fifteen spoke his piece.
of you. That's a good big crowd for "Attention, y'flea bitten kaydets," he
train fun, what?" barked. All of the outgoing fifteen and a
"It is," the cadet agreed. ''Many few others quit whatever they were doing
thanks, Captain. If there's nothing else, and turned to listen to whatever this
right now, I'll be going to quarters and orderly might have to say. An orderly
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from flying office miglit be good luck or tion ''and it says to assign seven avail-
bad luck, joy or grief. able pilots for duty with the observation
"These seven loopin' lavas Davis, school at the earliest possible date. As
Cole, Buchanan, Reed, Mann, Rand an' signed pilots are to report for duty at
Peel report to flying office, an' tootie- Romorantin immediately."
damnsweet," the orderly advised. "An' By then, as was the way with cadets,
if y'have tears t'shed, now's th' time to all seven men had found voice. And they
shed 'em." voiced. To a man, each of the seven
"What do you mean?" all of the seven swore that Air Service headquarters
demanded, in one voice. could send them to two-place work or
"You'll find out," the orderly threat- send them to hell, on a one way ticket,
ened, and he went out of that barrack. but Air Service headquarters could never
The seven cadets named organized make them fly two-place style.
themselves and started for flying office. "I'm a pursuit man," each Yank told
Captain Stringfellow, plus a very long the world, "and I'll fly pursuit even if
face, was there. One by one, as they they put me on the butt end of an Irish
came in, Stringfellow checked them from anchor. Observation, eh? Observation
his list. . be damned ! Observation is going to
"I have a load of very bad news for gather unto itself seven of the most use
you seven men," the long captain said to less pilots that ever piled it. And that's
the wondering, silent seven that had our promise."
drawn itself up on a company front before "And having said all those wild things,"
his desk. "It's an old story that is, for Captain Stringfellow mused, "you men
for this flying office but a thing that can will go up Front and do good work. I
happen only once for you. Well, to be know you will. And I know how you feel
done with it, a call just came down the now.. It's a· tough dish, and all that, but a
line for seven men to be sent two-place two-place pilot has to be brave. When
flying. You men are elected." you find yourself trying to take care of
Seven hearts were filled with a grief that man in the rear pit, well, you men
that none but a ·pursuit pilot can fully will do your stuff. But at any rate, sad to
understand. The world reeled, and say, the matter is out of our hands.
mouths went dry. The seven, perhaps, You've got to go."
wished that they were kids again in- Others of the seven said other things.
stead of eighteen or twenty so that they Bugs Cole, being wild only in air, said
might bust right out and cry. It would nothing. However, as he and the other
have helped a bit, maybe, but it couldn't six went out, Stringfellow �aw Bugs Cole
have restored chasse status. And with shove back a tear with the heel of his
the passing of that status, all things hand.
ended for the seven. Air and its one- Captain Stringfellow turned to Lieu
place thriJI was gone. War, for sure, tenant Barso. Barso was a sort of clerk
would be hell. in flying office.
Fly two-place ships, observation, or "There goes seven men who will not
bombing demotion! fail to remember me as the no good egg
It was young Rand who found his who sent them to observation," the cap
voice first. It wasn't much of a· voice, at tain remarked. "For all time, Lieutenant,
that, for it wavered. I'll be the goat."
"Why, - Captain," he asked, "were we "Loud cadets !" Lieutenant Barso
elected ? Did it have to be us? Why, the grunted, with derision.
whole Air Service " "Just cadets," Stringfellow repeated ;
''Cadet," Captain Stringfellow said, and added, "Men of destiny. The brave
"Air Service headquarters sent this mes- brood of the eagle. You know, lieuten
sage " he waved the official communica- ant, I wonder if headquarters, and we who
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savor of headquarters, knew that we too one. The S.O.S. needed Stringfellow,
must face that Front would we be so and it was a wonder that they ever
damned apt about shuffling 'just cadets' turned him loose. As for the Front, well,
around ? That Front, Lieutenant, is that hard boiled Front could tear down a
awful ; and in the slower two-place ship it Colossus as quick as it would wash out a
is hell expanded to the Nth power • .
. tramp. It wa; as Stringfellow had told
Oh, well, they go, we stay, and there's an Rand : No man could be too good for
end to it." that Front. No man could ever be good
Within two weeks of their departure enough, for that matter.
from Field 8, Issoudun, those seven The summer of '18 was drawing to a
cadets were elevated to the dignity of close. Air Service ·Yank Air ServicA- e ·
first lieutenants. Also, at the end of was working at white heat. Work was
that second week, those seven wild men being done and a price was being paid.
were on the Front. With four others, Ships, ever changing models, were poor at
behind Major Cooley, they had flown best; and the flower of Yankdom was
their own ships from Romorantin to the spinning into the ground in ever increas
lines. It was the first time that such a ing numbers. But Paris and vicinity was
unit had hopped out of the deep S.O.S. for just overloaded with young squirts who
the fire. The eleven ships were presented boasted the spreadwings on their left
upon the Front as an experiment ; and breast ; and these were ever willing to fill
some laughed. the gaps. And fill 'em they did. So good
The rest of Air Service ·Yank, French boys went and other good boys came
and English watched. And they said it right along and asked-
would fail, for no pilot should be sprung "When do we rise and fly?"
upon the fighting Front without a break Fall and that Argonne affair held the
ing-in period. So it was up to these men A.E.F. entranced ; and the Yank measure
to show the watchers that they were was to be taken between the Meuse and
there, and that they wouldn't allow them the Aire. Not a very great stretch of
selves to be pulled off that Front. They country for a bunch of boys who were in
had to take care of themselves ; and they the habit of calling for lots of territory.
took great care to do that little thing on No, not much country, but what country!
every mission flown. For a fact, G .H.Q. And what a sky above, around and be
had to start unpacking extra boxes of yond that tucked-in strip of hell ! Sky
chest medals that were to be hung on here was plenty of that sky stuff for the
these two-place whizzes. As for the rest of wild ones who had been asking for it.
Air Service the rest of Air Service began Here was to be a new sky that would be
to sit up and admit that it was taking filled with more kinds of craft than a
notice. There was plenty to see, at that. Rand or Cole had ever hoped to see, and
meet. It was going to be a ship crowded
BUT THE American Front was sky. Plenty glory for all !
due to see something else worth In front line air, as in other branches,
while, for Captain Stringfellow the green hand of today would be the past
had been relieved from Field 8 master of tomorrow. War makes 'em"and &.
duty. That surprised nobody more than breaks 'em quick. It's got to be that
it did the captain. Also, it pleased just way, for there's so little time for thumb
about everybody, for in all Air Service twirling. So if a flying man came along
there was no man more highly honored with the rank of captain to his credit,
than that long combater. Sending String that man had to do a captain's work. It
fellow Frontward was just as though so followed that Stringfellow was called
Air Service headquarters had decided to upon to do things, in a few \\reeks, which
shove its champion into the ring. It was in peace time well a man wouldn't have
an acquiescence and a challenge, all in to fill such jobs in peace time.
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Anyway, cramming and working the "eyes of the army" were sure to be
clock around, day after day, Captain thumbed out; with an observer or two
Stringfellow was operations officer for his going down with those burning bags.
pursuit group before three weeks of his It was tough on the pursuit men ; and
front line life had been hurried behind many times tougher on the balloon crews.
him. On top of that, the long one was And those balloon men, as time and the
even finding time to fill flying missions in offensive went on, got very sore about the
person. Quite a good size order for any whole mess. For a fact, one balloon
busy airman. observer, a Lieutenant Mark Mahan,
Up through the Argonne the Yank bal was shot out of the air three times in one
loon lines had been catching particular day. Which was a lot of parachuting for
hell. Covering these balloons was one of any man.
t he most important pieces of work con That night, when the bags were safely
fronting Stringfellow. And the pursuit cradled, Lieutenant Mark Mahan, being
coverage of a balloon line is one dab of quite mad, decided that he'd go directly
offside work that is bound to be unloved to the top and talk this matter over 'vith
by any pursuit man. A pursuit pilot, as the proper brass hats, wherever they
he sees it, has an inalienable right to the might be found. In the course of the
heights. That's the way they've brought buck passing that followed, Mahan was
him up, as Rand might say. But on the finally advised to find Captain String
balloon patrol, operations officer shoved fellow.
a pin into the air map, at about two Ask him they told Mahan what
thousand feet, and said : t'hell's wrong with Air Service.
"There's your ceiling. Don't raise Lieutenant Mahan, being an artillery
that pin. When you're wanted, and officer, an old line man, was very willing
wanted bad, we want to find you right to ask anybody what was wrong with
there. That's all. Take the air now and Air Service. It would be a pleasure.
· ride herd on those rubber cows ; and see to ·
Captain Stringfellow was alone over a
it that them there crusty Boche rustlers map when a hard boiled rap came to his
don't run any of 'em off." door. And hard boiled, parachute jump
Notwithstanding that order, and the ing Mahan booted his way into that small,
good efforts of the pursuit men under candlelit room that posed as an operations
Stringfellow's guidance, the ever present office. Stringfellow looked at the new
German hunter did run those rubber cows comer and wondered just what Artillery
off. Sneaking up from the east, beyond had to crab about this time. He.· didn't
Mouzon and his strongholds near Sedan, have to wait long.
the enemy airman would pick said rubber · "Mahan's the name," Artillery an
cows off their long cables with sickening nounced, extending the hand of inter
regularity. Those rustling balloon busters branch nonfriendship. "Maybe you've
could come low through that wooded heard of me, Captain. I'm the guy who's
country and, with their camouflaged spending all his time practising parachute
ships, pull the trick before the Yanks at jumping up here in the woods. I'm get
the alert position could take the air. ting good at it, too."
Of course, with Spad tanks only good "Glad to know you, Mahan," the long
for slightly more than two hours of one said. "You bet I've heard about
flight, those pursuit men could not be on you. Jumped a few today, didn't you?"
the wing all the time. And if their alert "Three !" Mark Mahan barked. "And,
field, an emergency base only a few short Captain, considering the fact that it was
kilometers behind the actual Front, failed a short day, that wasn't bad. You see,
to pick up the oncoming Hun when that the clouds didn't blow away, up where we
enemy was yet a few kilometers removed, are, till along toward noon. Then, when
then it was too late. And one or more they got my last perch from under me, it
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was 5 :15. You know, all I did today was about the rest of the pursuit ships operat-
go up and come down. There's no profit ing under this office?"
there. It tires a man out, Captain. And "Yes, we have other ships," String
if my folks knew that I was doing this fellow agreed. "Also, we have other
county fair stuff they'd be worried to work. The observation ships, spotting
death. It isn't right. " fire for your own artillery, they call for
''It surer'n hell isn't," Captain String our coverage too, Lieutenant. But even
fellow agreed. in that department we're short handed.
"That's why I dropped in to see you," We don't begin to have the ships neces
Mahan now said. "Just what's to be sary. Those observation men should have
done about it, Captain ?" more protection ; and they, too, are com
"Sit down have a smoke," String ing into this office, daily, to ask why."
fellow suggested. ''Let's talk this thing "Hell !" Mahan again mused, tossing
over. There must be a way out I mean, La Vie Parisienne to one side, "those
without going out via the parachute two-seater babies don't need help from
route. You see, Lieutenant, this is the anybody, Captain. I've watched them
way my department is fixed. I'm short of for weeks. To call a spade a spade, and a
equipment, and we can't get more ships shovel a shovel, we balloon men have
till the French decide on a new price for received more coverage from observation
the next delivery of Spad �20's. They're than from pursuit. There's three or four
riding the crest of a boom market, you of those kids flying these new French
know, and Uncle Sam holds a bottomless ships. What do they call 'em Sam
sock. You and I don't know so much no ; Salmsons. That·s the name. The
about that, but the French do. We get it bus with the big cartwheel motor out
straight that the factories are turning out front. Radial motors, is what you call
ships fast enough, �ut the matter of 'em, eh? Well, those kids are smarter
finance comes before any anti-parachute with those kites than most of your single
arguments. Anyway, Lieutenant, I can't seater men are with their Spads. I know
see my way to give you men any more what I'm shouting about, Captain. Those
protection than you're getting. That, I wild babies saved my neck twice in three
know, sounds like an unfriendly state days. And what's more, they not only
ment of facts. However, it is fact. shagged the Boche, but they got them.
"What's more, it's equally rough on you "Burned 'em down. Hard guys, those
and yours, and me and mine. My men, two-seater boys. I've met a few of 'em
working in twos and threes, are out of luck in town. Lieutenants Rand and Cole are
when enemy attacks come west over the the top cutters in that group. Then
tree tops in tens and twelves. In the last there's Davis and Buchanan. There's a
three days, while you men have been few more teams. They seem to work
losing balloons and crew men, my unit that way ; in teams. Now listen here,
has lost seven ships. Three in flames, Captain. Maybe this suggestion, coming
with pilots gone. Two got back to· crash from a man outside your branch, isn't
on the right side of the lines. Two ships worth a damn. Perhaps it's entirely un
well, we don't know what happened to ethical, offside� But, at any rate, I'm
two. Right now, ready for the morning!s going to make it. How about having
morning, I have three Spads set to take these good teams of two-seater pilots
off for the alert field, come daylight. detailed to the balloon line?"
Three's not many, Lieutenant."
"No, three's not a hell of a gang," CAPTAIN STRINGFELLOW
Lieutenant Mahan mused, and idly turned · knew that the suggestion wasn't
the eye filling pages of the latest copy of so good. That is, it wasn't
La Vie Parisienne which he found on
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worth a damn as seen from the
Stringfellow's littered desk. "But how pursuit group's point of view. To have
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observation men quit observation and as hi-place flyers. I know. I'm the one
come down to the balloon line would be who sent them ; and this man Rand told
one awful black eye for pursuit, even if me then that he'd fly pursuit, a:nd nothing
pursuit was unable to remedy present but pursuit, no matter where they sent
defects. After all, pursuit is one branch of him.''
air; and observation is another. Between "Well," Lieutenant Mark Mahan put
the two, in spite of the fact that they both in, "the kid is sure a man of his word.
operate out of the same general head And that goes for his sidekicks, too. I'm
quarters, there's a world of difference, for 'em."
and a pile of competition. Stringfellow, ''You and I both," Captain String
for the time being, didn't know what to fellow agreed. "And the more I consider
say. the thing, Lieutenant Mahan, the greater
However, being wise, he tried a shift. your suggestion tempts me. We made
Stalled a bit. But he held to the same pursuit men of these ; and, I'll tell all and
general subject, in order to avoid offend sundry, they were good in the making and
ing the red hot Mahan. well nigh peerless in the finished state.
"You say Rand and Cole, Davis and That is, when I sent them out of Field 8,
Buchanan, and some more of those wild lssoudun, talking to themselves like mad
men have been making queick history on men. Well, Lieutenant, none but a fool
that balloon line of yours, Lieutenant? would forge a fine blade to be used only
I know those boys. Every one of them. for hog sticking ; and top usage is none too
I've been so busy that I haven't had time good for Rand, Davis, and ilk. So,
to look them · up. And I intended to. tossing branch dignity to the well known
Strange, Lieutenant, but their names, as four winds, I'll swallow pride for my
far as I know, have never been in orders pursuit group and go out into the night
for any of this spectacular work." with you.
"Damn right they haven't," Mahan "We'll go down the road for four or five
said. "Captain, that hell hootin' gang, kilometers. There we'll find Major La
what's left of them, are in bad. I don't Page who sticks very close to his night
know just what the trouble is. Qne of work. The major, you know, is opera
your Air Service family affairs, I guess.
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tions officer for the observation squad
Anyway, some of your enlisted men told rons. He's a good sort, La Page is. I feel
some of our enlisted men that your high sure that he holds nothing against these
rollers are sitting up nights trying to wild ones or anybody else. The major
think of ways and means to trip these and I have had occasion to do little things
boys. I know this, though. These two for one another, here and back at Issou
seater hellers have asked us to forget that dun ; and we can talk this thing over,
we've ever seen their ships back in useful superseding all official Air Service orders,
territory. If they're caught off their past, present and future. After all, we
assigned air missions, so they tell us, three should be able to determine Ger
they'll be in for a burning, sure." many's future. Let's go. You- got a car
"I've heard all about that too." String with you, Lieutenant? Fine ·''
fellow laughed, and added, "Lieutenant, Major La Page listened and agreed,
it's the small wars within a great war that fully.
make of war what Sherman said it was. "Can I spare them from artillery ob
Too bad that some men won't grow up. servation and fire regulating ! Say, look
You see_, Lieutenant, there's really noth here, Stringfellow; we Air Service people
ing wrong with this group of observation are nice people, and all that, but artillery
men. Of course, to a certain extent, would never miss us if we were back under
they're in bad ; for they were game enough the sidewalk awnings in gay Paree. Let's
to kick over the traces when they were not kid outselves about this thing. Ninety
pulled off pursuit work and sent up here per cent. of all useful observations are
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taken from-the balloons ; and those bal had made up his mind to repeat yester
loons should be protected. Only today, in day's activities. Leave that to the enemy
a little huddle back at the P.C., that very · any enemy. War wouldn't be war if
subject had the center of the floor. All mere man failed to return to such a
deep thinkers were bewailing the fact feast.
that you had so few ships for the work. Captain Stringfellow, flying along with
However, not one of the deep thinkers those three ships assigned to the balloon
thought of diverting our Salmsons to line, hadn't reached the alert field before
that balloon line. Of course ·" Major he had spotted two of the balloons al
La Page went into an explanatory apology ready in position. This, within the five
here "it wasn't up to my department to
· or six kilometers of visibility; which was
cut in or double over on your sky. You very good visibility at 6 :15 A.M. Already,
understand, Stringfellow ?'' off to the east, another flight of the long
'�Sure," the long captain agreed. "'And captain's Spads were climbing for alti
it isn�t my idea, this thing of asking you tude. That flight of seven were going out
to put your men down under where the and up for regular contact patrol. Alti
going is so one sided, Major. Blame the tude. They'd get all of that stuff a Spad
lieutenant, here. Yes, sir, Mahan did it." could possibly grab down. Lucky dogs!
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"Well,' the major decided, "we'll ease But Stringfellow and these three must
into this thing by degrees. First thing stay under the pin; and it was a pin of
in the morning I'll put two ships on the Stringfellow's own pushing. Well, if a
line for you. Guess I'll detail Lieuten.. man is willing to buck the game that he
ants Rand and Cole · ·each with a good deals, .. other men should be willing to
gunner to the work. I'll just have to follow. And Lieutenants Nash, White
give them a hint, not an order, and they�ll and Normand were right on Stringfel
be on their way. Bless their wild Yank low's tail, an� �lenty willing. They �re
hearts, they have no sense. You've seen always that way, �or a fact.
these men on your balloon line before, Captain Stringfellow, for one, didn't .
Lieutenant Mahan. Don't tell me you mind the low flying demands for under
haven't. I know all about it. Wish the pin work. As he saw it, for a new
t�hell I was twenty-one again, 'stead of man on the Front, it was far easier to
fifty-six, and I'd at least take a ride with watch half a sphere of sky the sky dome
one of these two. By the datnn, what with the earth as its base than watch a
fun there is in this war for you young full sphere of sky, say from ten thousand
squirts !" feet altitude. Tell you what, as a pilot
"You bet, Major," Lieutenant Mahan goes up he begins to make things easier
laughed. "N()w take me for example 1 .. for the enemy. That's all right for the
get my big kick parachute jumping." wild young ones, perhaps, out for an old
"We'll try to put a stop to your fun," combat man, beginning to feel very
the major promised. ancient in air, it's not so good. The more
flying hours a man has, the more prudent
THE NEXT morning was one that man grows. Captain Stringfellow
of clear skies. The fogs had was a man to watch out for his royal
burned out of the low places, American neck. Not because he con
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and smoked out through the sidered it so darned royal, nor because
tree tops, early. It promised to be a long, there was the slightest taint of yellow,
full day. A day in which the line outfits but just because he was old enough to
would yell for observations early. It realize that he was filling a position of
would be a day sure to find those rubber weight.
cows motionless at their cable ends in And another thing: The few front line
plenty of time to put Mahan in line for all missions which the long captain had
kinds of records. Tha:t is, if the enemy flown at altitudes, missions on which he
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had seen some bits of action, had con When that turn of the field had been
vinced Stringfellow that . the old acro completed, Nash's Spad had landed and
batic days were things of the past. That taxied off the clear space. And Lieuten
is, acrobatic flying wasn't the system used ant White, quitting the captain's right,
in actual conflict. Of course, even before throttled his power and started a fish
meeting the condition face to face, the tailed sideslip for his setdown. String
captain had known that truth. But it fellow and Lieutenant Normand carried
was more impressive when brought home 011 for another quick turn of the alert
to a man first hand. It was something field. Normand 'vould be next down.
real, that vital thing of locating a very "Things began to happen right then,"
small spot in a very large sky, above you, Captain Stringfellow told later. "I
and then watching it grow larger. Diving didn't intend landing. I was going to
you ! Diving you with both Spandous push ahead up the line and take a look at
blinking red ! Delivering the stuff right the balloons. I wanted to be on hand
in the old front office for you. And after when Rand a11d Cole showed up. I t was
that dive, that was all. If the diver failed such a swell morning I intended taking on
to hang it on the divee, then said diver· the former for a few turns of acrobatic
beingwise in his generation kept right on combat. In view of the fact that Rand
diving. For those who fired, then dived would be flying a Salmson, he would be
away, lived to fire and dive another day. more than willing to go round and round
Captain Stringfellow he told about with me. I was wondering if I could
this later was musing along these lines make myself known to him. But, as I
when he and his three pursuit mates said, things began to happen.
arrived at their behind the Front, alert "Looking far ahead, beyond the two
field. There, under the trees at the edge ballon o s, I could locate a pair of dots high
of the small clearing, were two pup tents, in the· sky, say at about five thousand.
several drums of gas and half a dozen They were·perhaps five or six kilometers
mechanics who watched and waited. The away. These, I figured, must be Rand
half dozen enlisted men, who stood no and Cole. A few minutes or so of flying
calls nor put out salutes to any man, would bring them over the balloons, so I
boasted that theirs was the softest graft turned to give Lieutenant Normand a
in the A.E.F. wave, and the lieutenant wasn't on my
On the approach to that small field, tail. I got a strange hunch. I flew a
Lieutenant Nash dropped off String tight, right ·verage, without knowing
fellow's left and glided in for a landing. why. The minute my ship went over into
The captain and his other two men went that vertical bank, I gazed down between
ahead on a circle of the field ; and at the the right wings, and there, just hitting
east turn, Stringfellow took a closer view the ground, was Lieutenant Normand's
of the two balloons that were dead ahead, Spad. I t hit in flames. The boy'd been
about three kilometers removed. In his shot down, shot off my tail ; and the en
turn, not more than three hundred feet emy pilot who had made that cut was
off the ground, the captain noticed much strafing across the alert field, nose down
activity among those who walk and fight and guns wide open. I saw Lieutenant
and wonder, and hope that the damned White, just setting his wheels on the
Air Service has guessed right about the small space. He piled up, rolled over,
enemy positions ahead. Wave after and his ship was washed out. It was a
wave of those earth bound Yanks were complete washout, too. The Boche got
moving through the clearings; while the White too.
only road in Stringfellow's view was "With that quick job off his hands, the
crowded with one way transit, eastward. . enemy he was flying a Fokker Vll
Stringfellow was willing to let them have was lifting out of the field, zooming the
his share of that! trees at the northeast side and carrying on
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toward the balloon line. When he ended only one of the two balloons in that first
that zoom and redressed his ship, the dive. Then, before they could come out
Fokker pilot was flying at my own alti of those dives, and turn back to the bal
tude; and I was pretty close behind as we loons, Rand and Cole were in on the job.
went away from the alert base. Lieuten When I say that they were on the job.
ant Nash, by th� way, was taking off to I mean just that, but I can't begin to
follow. show you the picture. In that first dive,
"Far ahead of that lone Fokker, those Rand and Cole each scored a hit; and two
two balloons and the oncoming Salmsons enemy ships went into the ground. One
were again in my eyes ; but that's not all. burned down. The other, as they say, hit
The two balloons were under fire; and in and splashed. Still and all, counting my
that damned, shrinking minute of very man ahead, there were five Fokkers re
useless life I felt tried and convicted. For maining. My man was now in the fight.
a fact, they could have washed me out ''In view of the fact that the tangling
then and there and I'd have thanked them ships were just above the tree tops, there
for it. was to be little chance for the dive-and
run thing. Here, I figured, would be the
''AT LAST a half dozen milling place for some acrobatic combat work. I
Fokkers were going down on took heart. Rand would be good. So
those balloons; and the air be would Cole. As for mY.self, well, given
low the bags seemed to be the choice, of course I'd choose to go
pretty well filled with parachutes, ob round and round. And, I'll tell you, they
servers taking to their white allies in a were going round and round. It was five
hurry. Right away, I began to wonder to two, but the sky seemed overcrowded
what Lieutenant Mahan was thinking of with Salmsons. In no time at all I was
me. No doubt, and you could gamble on sucked into that mess, with Nash hi
it, Mahan was riding one of those slow balling up from the rear. And, being so
floating spreads of lazy silk. And how new to that sort of thing, I really know
slow and lazy they can be when a man is in little of what came off, once I found my
a hurry to get ground under his feet self in that dogfight."
again! With a gun, plus an official order, you
"Now, a minute ago, just like the lone couldn't get Captain Stringfellow to tell
ship that had played hell with our alert you any more about it. It wasn't be
base, these other enemy ships were no cause he didn't know, either. It was
place to be seen. Long before this I'd simply that Stringfellow, like all other
heard much mention of the 'ambush of worthwhile front line pilots, won't talk.
clear skies' but the thing is hard to pic That is, they won't talk first person. Now
ture. You've got to go up against the and then, though, they will tell you some
stuff before you can appreciate the con thing about the other fellow ; and Rand
dition, then you won't be entirely willing had this to say about what followed :
to believe all you see or, all you haven't "There was old Mr. Rand's dumb and
seen. useless son with more Hun pests on his
"I couldn't close on that single Fokker tail than a flea bitten hoss in fly time.
ahead . I recall turning to see where Lieu No less than three of the five Fokkers
tenant Nash was ; and I saw his ship make buzzing there at one and the same time;
the air. That gave me a bit of a thrill, and old kid Harry Pratty with both guns
for Nash had proved up in fine style on gummed up. Was Harry '' Rand's rear
that balloon line. Good to know that he seat man ' 'busy? Is a dog burying a
would be along. bone on a tin roof busy? Tell you what,
"For some reason perhaps because so old kid Pratty, for the first time in his
many Fokkers were in each other's way life, wasn't trying to mooch free smokes
the enemy pilots had managed to get Here, Pratty, have a fag on me.
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"And worst of all," Rand would con for they had seen how busy we were and
tinue, " Bugs Cole was tied down by wanted to get a closer view of men at
the other two Fokkers. And were they work.
giving Bugs hell! Oh-oh, you as� him. "So, stringing out in a sort of running
They were, and Jack Fay " Cole's gun fight, the nine of us headed east. Nine
ner "was going wl1erever Bugs was shrunk to eight, however, when the cap
going, swinging a nasty gun ring, and do tain hung it on one of the Fokkers just
ing himself proud. I know because I north' of Dun, a small spot on the map
caught an eyeful of them when I began to which was in enemy territory at the time.
wonder why Bugs wasn't giving me a We saw that Fokker pile up in the tree.
hand. Anyway, we four young soldiers It was as complete a wreck as you ever
were busy gents. Five was enough, too. hope to see. . But the fireman and his
We couldn't have taken on another single smoke bullets were safe, being on the
Fokker, not as a favor, even. Yes, my home grounds. ,
hearties, there is such a thing as enough.
Talk about the saturation point ! Wow! "ONE of the Fokkers devel
We'd reached it ! oped a hot, smoky motor just
"And it was then and there that Cap after the Meuse was crossed,
tain Stringfellow came a-looking for us. beyond Stenay, and the other
You see, we were overdue on the balloon three did the right thing and made that
line; and, no doubt, he was surprised and ship's speed their speed. Tell you what,
ashamed to find us associating with five it made you want to give those boys a
pursuit pilots. Right away, without be cheer. That's game stuff in any man's
ing told, I knew that it was the captain army, you know. Well, that reduction of
for his dome was sticking up above the speed made it all the easier for Bugs and
windshield like a surprised jack-in-the myself. It had reached a place ·where the
box. Guess that was it : he was more sur Fokkers and the Spads were beginning to
prised than ashamed. After all, Bugs and pull away from us. Even Nash had come
I weren't fooling, or wasting our old alongside, zoomed us a wave, then forged
Uncle Sam's time and gasoline· for once. ahead. And now we were all bunched
Yep, we were attending to business, and again; and every so often one of those
business was good. Even getting better, firemen would fly a quick 1Jerage and mix
if possible. things for a few turns. Just, perhaps, to
"The captain broke up that buzzing on give that one crippled mate a chance to
my tail ; and the air around old Pratty win some sky.
and myself begtn to clear. Don't forget ''East of Mouzon, with the captain's
that these Fokkers came looking for bal other flight of seven only a kilometer or so
loons, and that their belts were loaded away, Nash accounted for one of those
pretty solid with incendiaries and tracers. game ones who had stopped to )Jerage and
And, men, that there is very bad ammu fight. Nash and the enemy pilot went
nition to face. Also, betwixt and be right down among the trees ; and the
tween pilots, it is very bad ammunition Yank was the only one to come up and
to have found in your guns if you're carry on. That was quick. Nash hardly
knocked down and taken. That's why lost his place in the push.
those five firemen decided to tum and "But right there, east of Mouzon, some
make a run for it as soon as the captain thing else again came off that wasn't in
romped in. Three to five was a matter of the cards. The seven Spads were diving
narrowing the odds. Then again, this in from the east. At that minute, being
other man, Nash, was only a few jumps big hearted, our pity was on the few game
behind the captain. And on top of all enemy pilots ahead ; and our interest was
this, seven more of Captain Stringfellow's on the seven Yanks who had them all but
group were coming down out of the east, headed off. And, with our attention so
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· divided, to a man we failed to spot the at his rear, he waved again and pointed
shower of black crossed ships that was far out front to the east. There, removed
dropping down from the north. from the rest of the fight by all of a half
''Nobody was ever quite sure how many kilometer, was Captain Stringfellow's
came in that storm, but there were two ship. We knew that it was the captain
flights converging on us at once, and those because there was a new triangular linen
two flights arrived in the samer rush. patch on the upper wing, to the right of
There must have been twenty or more in the center. Just as we discovered him, he
the combined forces. Of all the doings was zooming after driving another ship
you've ever seen, you never saw such do into a forced landing. Before he was out
ings as came off right there betweeri the of that zoom, three enemy ships had
Chiers and little Mouzon. I don't know closed down on him; and those Fokker
how long we milled about there ; but at pilots were giving him plenty of attention,
one time I saw two Spads and a Fokker all just as though they realized that here was
burning in the air at the same minut�. a man worth rubbing out.
Then one of ours and one. of the enemy's "Bugs Cole, as he waved and pointed,
collided over the Chiers, and I watched turned fully in his belt to make sure that
them hit the water. My own gun jammed his rear seat man should understand too.
just after that. And while I worked to Bugs was facing off to the left of his east
clear that jam, flying with the stick be bound ship. I'll never forget the expres
tween my knees, old kid Pratty knocked sion on his face when he discovered that
a ship off our tail. At the same dizzy Jack Fay wasn't standing there to share
second I saw Captain Stringfellow shoot the doings. Bugs stood on his rudder bar
up, right in front of Bugs Cole's prop, and tried to look into that rear pit. Then
hang his ship, vertical, and take off a he saw the long straps of the gunner's
Fokker that was diving Bugs from the safety belt stretched tight over the right
front. Dropping out of his stall, not side gunwale of that rear pit. He flopped
more than three hundred feet off the back in his seat, and hung out over the
ground, the captain let his ship's nose right side of his pit. He seemed to remain
whip and fall through a half turn of a there, motionless, for a long time. But,
spin. And in that half spin, he opened with his mind fully made up and on the
fire on a Fokker that had just chased a job, Bugs Cole began to lay that ship of
Yank into the ground. The captain got his over in a heavy left bank. We saw
his man ; and my jam was clear. I blush Jack Fay's body slide with the bank.
ingly relate, here and now, that I feel That inert body came to the very edge
sure that I did ·some good for myself in of the pit; then Bugs humped the ship,
the minute that followed. Guess luck and Jack Fay was back where he belonged.
was with me. Bugs Cole never looked in our direction
"But bad luck flew past with Bugs Cole. again. '\Ve were very close to Captain
I caught a flash of him diving near me, Stringfellow and the three ships following
and his rear man, Jack Fay, was hanging him; and that was proving to be a very
overside at the end of his long belt. Jack . hot spot for the captain. Too hot!
was dead, and Bugs didn't know it. Not "Bugs was leading me by about a hun
at that second, at least ; for Bugs was dred yards. Without even changing his
very busy. Presently, with that dive's direction, to cut in from the side, I saw
business finished, Bugs zoomed and passed him shove that Salmson of his right at
aft at my left. As he passed he held his the oncoming block of planes. Passing in
left mitt high ; and there wasn't much of over the captain, he wedged between the
that good hand left. He'd been hit too, Spad and the overhanging death which
The nut was laughing about it! rode that lone Yank so hard and close.
"I veraged, turned to follow Bugs and Bugs busted that group of three wide
get a better look at him. As I leveled out open ; and came over in a loop turn in
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order to hold his place with them. And in there ; and that's why he went. Any
above them. The11 he held the enemies' thing, you know, to amuse an enemy ·or
attention, too. .
three enemies.
"The captain was close to me now. And that's the picture that swept down
Harry Pratty took time out to reach the Meuse, through fully twelve kilome
ahead, pound me on the back, and yell, ters, from near Mouzon to Stenay, and
'His guns are jammed. And he's hit. beyond. Back under the other fight they
And that's plenty tough, guy !' passed ; and that fight moved with and
"It was plenty tough. The captain around them. But there were few of Cap
was handling the ship with feet and tain Stringfellow's high patrol seven left.
knees, while both hands were busy with Only three of them, and Nash. Of course,
a double jam. And on his left shoulder, luckily, the superior numbers of the ene
where the captain used to wear a dark my had been cut down. Fact is, they had
brown smear of castor oil, kicked out from been weeded out to such an extent that
his whirling spray rotaries back at Field 8, you'd hardly refer to them as superior
he was now wearing a brighter smear· nurnnbers by the tilne the dogfight had
blood. All the time, as he came ahead, swept back as far as Dun. And with Dun
his ship was dropping what little of alti regained, nearly twenty-five kilometers of
tude it had. He, no doubt, figured that that close flying work had covered the
by going down close to the trees that hardly conscious Captain Stringfellow.
would keep all the danger above him." No longer was he fighting his double
jam. That takes much ambition and phy
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to tell big things about himself just as apt, just as sure as ever, supple
were he to carry on and relate actual facts. menting the unselfish and daring efforts
As it is, Rand has slowed up the telling of young Rand. And, all the time, Rand
more or less, for they say that he wasn't was in a hail of sky creasing tracers
a single wing beat behind Bugs Cole when and incendiaries that showed where they
the latter barged into that mess. Rand is were going and where they were coming
right about one thing� though. Captain from. Rand's ship was hit, many times.
Stringfellow "was close to me now" ; that So was the captain's, again and again.
is, when Rand looked down and noticed How two ships could carry on through
that the captain was fighting a double such punishment is simply one of those
jam and wearing a bright red smear on his things hard to get, hard to understand.
left breast. One of those things that go hand in hand
Lieutenant Rand was in a position to with war.
see all that because Rand's ship was ex # And Cole! Rand and the rest named
actly where it had been months before; him right when they called him Bugs,
just no space at all above the captain's. back in the old cadet days. Bugs Cole
And with Rand doing the close piloting was sure bugs during the minutes and
this time, Harry Pratty, swinging that kilometers that he filled that position
gun ring of his, fought off the attack overhead and slightly to the rear. A
whenever one or more Fokkers got past wild man, hog wild ! No thought of self.
Cole. Which, of course, was bound to be None of the ordinary precautions that
pretty often, for Cole had no rear man go with self-preservation. Taking every
now to fight them clear of his tail. That chance as it showed up. Forcing the fight
tail, too, was catching hell ; for a two to three faster, better gunned ships.
seater kill was always such a welcome kill. Wheeling into those three, time and again,
However, Bugs Cole knew that he'd until until the three were only two.
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one, Bugs Cole went wilder, if that were "She's all jake! They've beat it!''
possible. To celebrate that event, yelling And Rand looked higher. Above and
a yell that could not be heard beyond his behind, rode a few scattered Spads. To
own lips, Cole dived Rand, kicked on full the east, going away from there, flew five
rudder and flew a snappy roll directly remaining Fokkers. The dogfight was
over his mate. Rand and Pratty, having over.
seen the quick victory, waved baok. Rand sensed a slight movement in his
And Stringfellow, under that moving ship. He turned again to look at Pratty.
canopy of action, was getting closer and Pratty's head was just falling below the
closer to that inevitable point where hu cowling of his pit. He waved a stiff wave,
man effort and endurance must strike tried to smile a queer smile, and then
its colors. passed from view. Rand, even more than
Lieutenant Rand, hanging far over before, looked to his flying. He knew that
side, looked down and knew that the he had a wounded gunner riding on the
captain . was nearing that point. And floorboards behind him. And Harry
always must Rand look down, and ahead. Pratty wasn't out of the woods yet.
A wrong move, and that minute space When Rand looked front this time, he
between ships would cease to be. A lit missed the captain. Then he found him
tle misjudgment, on Rand's part, and again. The captain was gliding into his
two ships would pile into the ground to own just behind the Front alert field.
gether. Despite it all, .through it all, the And Captain Stringfellow put that fast
long captain was still handling that Spad Spad down.
of his. Half conscious, and with his world Rand put his wheels on the ground, in a
in a blur, no doubt, he'd pull up that short landing, and wheeled to the side,
Spad's nose to clear each rising change of under the trees. Harry Pratty wasn't
terrain. Then, with those natural bar too bad.
riers passed, the captain would mush his Then Bugs Cole brought his death ship
craft earthward again. Always keen in for a careful, very careful, landing.
about keeping that ship low. Always And Cole had no words to say as he
certain that no attack space would be climbed over, lifted Jack Fay from the
opened between him and the ground. floorboards, and passed him down to the
And how Stringfellow could do that, hard macs.
hit as he was, not even another airman One of the macs, watching the ambu
Rand could guess. lance pull away with Captain �Stringfel
But it was the old combat days at Field low, Pratty and Jack Fay, asked Rand
·s living again. And if these two pilots "What do you think, Lieutenant is
l1adn't flown this way before, most cer the captain bad off?"
tainly the team,vork wouldn't be at "Hell, no," Rand answered . "No, I'll
tempted now. But as long as the captain make a guess that he'll pull through."
had a spark of consciousness left in him, "Kind of tough on him, though," the
Rand knew that there was a factor of mac carried on, after mooching a smoke
safety left, too. And airmen, wartime from Rand. "He had to send all these
airmen , didn't demand that the factor of other bon pilotes out to fly and die under
safety be large. It wasn't large in their the pin, and now he gets it pretty bad
flying wires, nor in control wires. Nor and under the pin, too."
was the factor of safety large in wing sec "I think he'd prefer to have it that way,
tions, struts and stays, and the rest of the Sergeant," Rand said. "If you'll throw a
things that they took across hostile skies. little gas and oil into this bus of mine I'll
Harry Pratty was yelling. He was be getting back to the balloon line. I
yelling above the rest of the noise. Just might be able to do some good for myself,
then, Rand noticed that there was less even alone. Anyhow, it will be on the
racket. He turned as Pratty yelled : way home."
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NOTE from Gordon MacCreagh, of And if a fledgling in a nest tastes good to a condor,
why not a grown up chicken if he could catch it?
our writers' brigade, about the diet
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Has nobody written in as yet to say that rondors And a few last words on the subject
regularly raid the Chincha Islands? These are the by Charles H. Coe, who started the dis
guano islands off the Peruvian coast that pollute so cussion :
much of the southern atmosphere when the wind
is right. The Peruvian government maintains a Miami, Florida
small staff of rifle sharpshooters on the islands for Mr. Charles C. Teall says in Adventure (Feb. lst):
the sole purpose of shooting off the condors, which "In your November 1st issue I note what Mr. Coe
they accuse of eating the eggs and young of the has to say about the buzzard's sense of smell.
guano birds that nest there. Maybe they are not gifted in that special sense or
It seems that the inference would be, not that maybe their idea of perfume is different from ours,
condors object to fresh meat, but that they are not but I would like him to tell how they identify a
equipped to pursue and capture live animals; at all coming feast otherwise."
events, no live animals that have any agility or Among land birds none so thoroughly scan such a
speed. vast extent of territory in search of their food as do
I can't imagine that a dog just killed by anything the vultures. This truth applies with full force to
else would taste any different than a dog just killed our own turkey buzzard (so-called but really a true
by a condor. All that would be necessary would be vulture). It is reasonable to assume that they soar
for the condor to be able to catch and kill his dog. over every square mile of their geographical range.
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The turkey buzzard is specially gifted with a most none of them came down to the carcass until it was
remarkably keen and observing eyesight. It always uncovered, when many of them assembled in an
is on the lookout from its lofty viewpoint. With hour's time. Some might assume that the tarpaulin
head inclined downward, evidently it scrutinizes scared them away, but it was allowed to remain
every inch of the earth below. near the carcass.
Although the turkey buzzard is repulsive when at
ILL a snake or a small animal and leave the its feasts, it has several admirable traits. It is not
K carcass exposed on the ground, and in a short a robber, like the eagle, nor is it quarrelsome; it has
time long before a putrefying odor is given off a live-and-let-l ive disposition, minding its own busi
one or more buzzards will spy it and:come down to ness and rarely molesting anything living. On the
investigate. If putrefaction has not set in, they will ground it is awkward and unattractive, but in the
flap to nearby trees and remain therein (often "say air it is supreme, the very type of the poetry of
ing grace," as it is called) until their repast is ready. motion, compared to which the airplane is a poor
If a steer or other large animal dies on the range or Imitation. CHARIES H. COE
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IIE common movement of the species is soaring an M.S. degree from the University of Iowa in geol
Tin great circles, that lap and overlap each other. ogy. I know nothing of the geology of that region,
When they are seen by other members of the family, and do not question, but rather learn with interest,
at varying distances away, to cease their soaring and that such fossil remains are found there. But your
make a bee-line for other parts, the buzzard inference description, or rather explanation of their presence
is that there is carrion somewhere awaiting them; and of the dynamics involved, is the reason for this
so they fall in line and swift]y glide in the wake of the letter. As you doubtless know, you gave a brief de
leader. This procedure is repeated by others and scription of 'Vagner's Hypothesis of Floating Conti
still others from distant localities. nents; an ingenious idea that has received much at
Many times I have sat my horse, not far from car tention, but is far from a proved fact. I am quite
rion where turkey buzzards, black vultures, an eagle sure one or two professors of geology in this country
or two and a few crows were assembled, and watched who are cracked on the subject would tear their
new comers arrive. Those that came from great hair, if they had any, on reading your article.
distances descended in graceful circles from high in I believe some learned association of American
the heavens, followed at intervals by others. It al geologists has lately prepared a symposium on the
ways was an interesting sight, as readable as an subject of floating continents; and I think there is a
open book. bibliography of papers relating to it. Anyway, I'd
hesitate to call down the wrath of some of the old
ANY years ago Capt. Mayne Reid, one of the boys by intimating that said hypothesis was a
M keenest observers of Nature, proved to his proved fact. I don't know where you got your
O\Vn satisfaction at least that vultures did not dis dope, but I do know that the subject has caused a
cover carrion by their sense of smell. An animal lot of fur to fly; and in some places is dismissed, with
was killed after dark and allowed to become de a scientific snicker. I'll be journeying back to my
composed under a tarpaulin. The usual number of alma mater soon, via highways and brake rods, to
the birds were wheeling overhead the next day, but take a little more work, and assist in initiating reluc-
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tant freshman into the charms of the study of geol Aztec came from the other side possibly from
ogy; and will gladly provide you with data, with the China or Siam. I could list here a good hundred
help of the very good library there. points to prove horizontal migration or, to be more
Understand, I'm not questioning the theory of the exact, an identical culture broken apart by the land
thing it's a grand idea to play with ·but only your
· pulling apart. How come those big idols on Easter
statement : ". . . paleontology yrMJea them to have Island? How come so many other queer things that
been united once." B. DONALD CURRY puzzle our scientists? Just let Einstein say the
earth expanded and it would give it weight. He is
Mr. Young's reply: •
likely to say so one of these days. EDGAR YOUNG
Orlando, Florida
Regarding the theory of the earth having ex
panded: Years ago one thing and another caused me
N LINE with a reader's suggestion that
to doubt the theory of North and South America
having been peopled from Asia via the Bering Straits
I print a list of the places in the chief
ice bridge and to more or less accept the theory of cities abroad where Ad·venture may be
both continents having been peopled, in some way, procured, the following, from our London
horizontally from Asia. The aborigines of S. A. are distribution agent, will be of interest :
a pretty fair example of South Sea Islanders ; and
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ing on the Maya language now and hopes to bring and from principal railway bookstalls and kiosks
out something new soon. in Paris and other important towns in France.
AGENCE DECHENNE, 20 rue du Persil, Brussels,
see where Egypt could have been fastened on to Apartado No. �1, Lisbon, Portugal.
Central America. On a bit north by bringing Green LITTORINS BOKHANDEL, Kristianstad, Sweden.
land and Iceland down and making all sorts of due M. ALBIN WESTIJNGS, Bokhandel, Stortgatan 84,
Asia up near, you can make similar joints to show chrady, Checko-Slovakia.
that Asia, the South Sea Islands, Australia, etc .•
G. PAJU, Agence Generale de Journaux, Tallinn,
and they inbred as closely as brother to sister in the Edmonton, Alberta, Canada
Royal family in the identical fashion of the Iranians. You might be interested in the following. As
The architecture is identical. The Maya was more you know, the winters are infernally long in the
than likely the womb of Egyptian culture. The North and the "days" ditto. Consequently there
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is a tremendous demand for reading matter. and as Tortosa is called now was turned into a mosque,
but little chance of obtaining any. To offset this, with a minaret tower like a sentry box stuck up
for a considerable number of years. John Michaels of on one corner. It's a beautiful thing, deserted
Edmonton (ex-N.Y.C. newsboy and now "king" of now.
the newsdealers in Canada's farthest north city) Of course you can find ruins of other points along
· sends down tons of old magazines each season before the coast part of St. Louis' castle at Saida (Sidon)
navigation closes. and then, the buildings of the Hospitallers are well
These magazines are packed in cases for the dif preserved at Acre. They were digging out a fine
ferent posts by the Hudson's Bay Company, the little chapel that had served as a Turkish stable
Northern Traders and other similar outfits. First when I was there. But the walls and most of Acre,
the post folks have a go at them, then the "free as they stand now, date from the Napoleonic era.
traders", the Mounted Police, the trappers and
other wanderers enjoy them, and finally they find UT the great castles baek in the hills take your
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their way into Eskimo igloos and Indian teepees all B breath away. There are a dozen big fellows
through the Lone Land. stretching south from Antioch, down to Kerak east
The H.B.C. man also told me that the trappers of the Dead Sea a. line of about 540 kilometers or, if
rather resent being picked on as the villains all the my reckoning is right, !t80 miles. And a half dozen
time and the Mounted Police as the heroes. A strong towers interconnecting.
peculiar thing is that the halfbreeds who can read These are not the miniature medieval castles of
take a particular delight in reading stories which feudal Europe. Most of them are twice the size of
mention their clan, and do not seem to resent the Cou�y, the largest of the f�udal castles of France.
fact that they are always pictured as slant-eyed Moreover the European structures have been built
killers stealing hither and yon on silent moccasins. over for the most part, and restored until little of the
On one of my trips down north I found some illus twelfth century construction remains as it was. The
trations from Ad11enture decorating a Slavi teepee at cite of Carcassonne, in southern France, for instance,
Fort Norman, while the Eskimo women use such was restored by Viollet-le-Duc in the last century.
pictures as patterns for clothing! By way of comparison, Carcassonne (which was
DE BERRIES SMITH really a fortified town, not a castle) is said to be
1 , 600 yards in the circuit of its outer walls. While
-A.
landing points; second, during the last seven-odd I ments like this line of deserted citadels in the
centuries, the people of the country have taken hills of Syria and Palestine. No government has
the building stone out of the Crusaders' ruins for done anything to restore or repair them for five
their houses. hundred years, anyway. The French shelled brig
ands out of two of them recently, but the artillery
O, ON the coast, only the castle at Tripoli, the did little more than scar the great stones.
S little cathedral at Tortosa and the ruined sea Tourists don't visit them, and they will probably
citadel of ChAteau Pelerin are well preserved. The remain as they are, deserted and slowly crumbling
Turks used the Tripoli castle as a garrison post and under sun and rain for some centnries yet. I've
prison, and ChAteau Pelerin (the Arabs call it Athlit seen a good many things, but nothing quite as im
now) was too far from any village to serve as a pressive as those strongholds of the Crusaders.
source of building stone . The church at Tartous:- -HAROLD LAMB
nformation and ou et
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proximately what big ships were like, the biggest
LD SliPS, old times, old records. I knew personally was about 8,000 tons gross. Her
But who can say where legend ends mast was 200 feet.
and truth begins?
Ski •
have indicated to tell you all you ask. an iron leather-lined toepiece which is passed
There was a seven-masted schooner, Thomas W. through the hole in the ski and bent up at each side;
Lawson, the only seven-master, wrecked in the a short strap passing over the toes and connecting
English Channel ; but I never heard that she turned the ends of the metal toepiece; and a long strap
over, though she was quite likely to. She was what which passes through the hole in the ski and round
sailors called a "ruddy abortion." As. for the largest the heel of the boot. A third strap crossing the
sailing ship afloat today, I suggest you write to foot behind the toestrap, prev�nts the heelstrap from
Lloyds' Register, Battery, New York, about this. slipping under the boot sole at the side.
The big ships, such as Kobehavan, France, Potosi, etc, The toe irons must be hammered or bent (a heavy
have all gone within the years for which I have screw wrench is useful for this) to fit the boot ex•
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actly, so that when the boot is pushed home be tended for use only in the service of the feudal
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RMS and armor the style of which Among the famous bladesmiths might be men
tioned Norimune (twelfth century), Masamune and
did not change until the end of the
Yoshimitsu (thirteenth century), Muranasa (four
old feudal system about 1 868. One teenth century, whose blades were reputed to thirst
family of armorers practised their art for· blood, and should not be entirely drawn from
from the twelfth down to the twentieth the scabbard when not in use). One family of
armorers, Miochin by name, practised their art
century. There aren't many rare an
from the beginning of the twelfth century through
tiques yet. to the twentieth century. ·
Request: "Some years ago I had an opportunity To gain a well grounded understanding of the
to view the excellent loan collection of Japanese feudal system and weapons of Japan I would sug
weapons on display at the Metropolitan Museum gest that you read Griffi...�:�, "The Mikado's Em
in New York. Since that time, in prints and pire," and Dr. Bashford Dean, "Handbook of
articles, I've noticed types of weapons which I do Arms and Armor," Metroplitan Museum of Art,
not remember as being among that collection. One New York, N. Y., Part X (Japanese Arms and
such, for example, was a short, broad, curved blade Armor) .
mounted on a six foot pole.
Can you give me a list of all Japanese edged Camera
weapons, pole arms, axes (if any) etc., their ap
OTES on amateur color photog
proximate periods, most famous makers, and the
armor used to defend against them? Are schools
raphy.
of the use of such weapons still extant?" Request: "Where can I buy a camera that will
-JOHN A. EISEMAN, Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
take a picture with the original colors in the print
Reply,_by Mr. Robert E. Gardner: It is possible after I develop it?
to give but a scant outline of Japanese arms and •'Is such a camera made in this country?"
armor within the confines of a letter. Whereas -CHARLES PAQUEK, San Francisco, California
Europe ceased using armor over two centuries ago,
Reply, by Mr. Paul L. Anderson : No satisfactory
its use in Japan continued until the ancient feudal
method of making photographs in color on paper
regime came to an end about 1 868. For this reason
has been invented. It is possible, by using the
huge quantities of Japanese arms and armor can
Autochrome or the Agfa color plates, to make
still be found in the shops of Japan, and it does not
transparencies, and the method of working is not
rank in interest with that of Europe with collectors.
very complicated . There are, however, two dis
At a sa!e held in New York, January, 1927, two lots
advantages. First, the result is similar to a lantern
were offered which consisted of six pole arms and
slide; that is, it is on glass, and must be looked
wooden stand, each. Each lot brought but $85.00.
through, not at. Second, each exposure makes only
The arms most commonly used in feudal Japan
one picture; they can not be duplicated, as in ordi
were :
nary photography, where any number of prints can
Yari, or lance. The Japanese did not, like the be made from one negative.
Chinese, produce a great number of forms of pole H, however, you want to use this process, write
arms, but confined themselves to four or five basic to Agfa Ansco Corporation, Binghamton, New
patterns. Usually finely made. York, for information about the Agfa plates, and
Yumi-Ya: the bow and arrow. to] R. J. Fitzsimons Corporation, 75 Fifth Ave
Teppo: firearms. nue, New York City, for information about Auto
Tetaubo: iron staff; some of great weight. chromes.
Katana: sword, of which we have the following Any plate camera, of the size you want to use.
types : will do for this work, but since the plates are slow
Dai-to or Tachi: usually 26-28 inches in length, as compared to ordinaey films, it is desirable to
borne in time of peace by the Samurai, and in- have a fast lens the faster the better. Perhaps I
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should modify slightly my first statement; it is Any information you can give me on this subject
possible to make satisfactory prints in color on will be very much appreciated."
paper, by several different methods, but the -E. P. KEATON, Los Angeles, California
processes are too difficult for the average worker,
and involve considerable apparatus and. a great Reply, by Mr. William R. Barbour: I am quite
deal of technical knowledge. well acquainted with the region in Santo Domingo
you mention, and should think that the estimate of
2000 feet of timber per acre would be about correct .
Infantryman
This is a very low stand as tropical timber goes, so
IELD equipment of the typical Ameri low that lumbering operations would be very ex-
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IS lbs.; haversack and pack carrier 2.5 lbs.; blanket Any purchaser of your land would buy it for the
8.5 lbs. ; reserve ration 8 lbs.; intrenching tool with land, not for the timber; indeed would pay more for
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carrier 2 to 2.5 lbs.; cartridge belt 1 .4 lbs.; canteen it after the timber had been removed. That section
1.8 lbs.; extra clothing 2 lbs.; toilet articles 1 lb.; is pretty good sugarcane, banana and cacao land.
mess kit 1 lb.; shelter ha1f, pins, ropes 8.5 lbs. ;
shall be grateful for such assistance as you can assumed the title of Orelie Antoine I, but was soon
captured by the Chileans and then deported to
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render me.''
-w. w. wooDSIDE,. Cambridge, Massachusetts France.
There he continued his efforts to get back, and
Reply,. by Mr. Howland Wood : Your 2-centavo finally, after elaborate preparations including the
piece dated 18.74. of Orelie Antoine I, king of issuing of money and various orders and decorations
Araucs�tia and ·Patagonia, is simply a fantasy. which he instituted, he reached his phantom king
·How-ever, it has a.n interesting history. In 1861, a dom a second time in 1864. His endeavors were
PrencbD).aD by the name- of Antoine der Tounens, a soon nipped in the bud, and I very much doubt if
half crazy adventurer living in Chile, conceived the any of his money got into circulation. The pieces
idea of making parts of Araucania and Patagonia were quite common a number of years ago, as the ·
into a kingdom with himself as, the head. He unused remainder was put upo.n the market.
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�rica Part 3 Sudan.-W. T. MoFFAT, Opera House, Trips for Sport and Adventure big game, fishing, canoe
Southport, Lancashire, England. �. Northland travel, also H. B. Company Posts, Indian
Africa Part 4 Tri Poli. Including the Sahara, Tuaregs, tr1bes and present conditions.-S. E. SANGSTER (''Canuck"),
CtJraflan lrade and caraflan routes.-CAPTAIN BEVERLEY 45 Vernon St., Toronto, C an.
GIDDINGS, care AtlteJtltwe. +Canada Part ' OUtltlltJ VtJlley otttl SOJJIJuanena 01J·
Africa Part 5 Taais oftd Al,uicJ.-Da.. N BVILLK lorio.-HAnY M. Moou, Desetonto, Ont., Canada.
WIIYIIL\NT, cal"' AciNalter�. �n ada Part 5 Georgf411 &7 oad SONther,. Onlario.
Africa Part 6 Morocco.-GBORGB B. lfo£T. care Also national parks.-A. D. ROBI NSON, 1 15 Huron St.,
Adflenlure. Walkerville, Ont., Canada.
Africa Part 1 Surro LeOff.e lo Old C4labar, West Canada Part 6 Hunters Islana and English Rifler Dis
Africa , SoutiNr• offd Norllum NigerilJ.-W. C. CoLLI NS, lrict .-T . F. PHILLIPS, Department of Science, Duluth
care Adeenture.
Central High School, Duluth, M inn.
Africa Part 8 Cope ColOff.y, Ora•ge Rmr Colony, Canada Part 7 Yu.kcm, British Columbia and Alberta.
NtJIGI, ZttltllG•d, Tn1tmaal aad R.IJoduia.-cAPTAIN F. J. -c. PLOWDEN, Plowden Bay, Howe Sound, B. C.
PRAND.IN, Ad-.,"'enture Camp, Box 107, Santa Susana, CaL Canada Part 8 Tlu Norlhw Ter. andlh•A,af&, especially
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Portuguese East.-R. G. WAIUNG, Ellesmere Land, Bajfinland, MelfJule and Norlh Deflcm Islands,
+Afri ca Part 9
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runna Ontario, Canada.
Norlh Greenland and the half-explored islands wesl of Elles·
mere.-PATRICJC LEE, c/o William H. Souls, 1481 Beacon
Madall,ascar RALPH LINTON, 324 Sterling Hall, Uni· St., Boston, Massachusetts.
versity of Wisconsin. Madison, Wis.
+Canada Part 9 Manuoba, Saskat,hewatc, Macke111ie
Europe Part 1 Jt�go-Sla.;a atJtl Gr�ee�.-CAPT. WK. and Northern Keewa.Jin a11d Hudson Bay mirural belt
W. JBNNA. West Point, New York.
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Europe Part 6 GreDI Brilaltc. THOMAS BowEN PAR.• SON, 41 1 N. Maple St., Albuquerque, New Mexico.
TI NGTON, Constitutional Club, Northumberland Avenue, Western U. S. Part 3 Colorado and Wyoming. Home·
W. C. 2, London, England. steading. Sheep and Cattle Raising.- WILLIAM WELLS,
Europe Part 7 Deffmark . - G. I. COLBRON,-East Avenue, Sisters, Oregon.
New Canaan, Conn. Western U. S. Part 4 Mcmt. and the Northern Rocky
Mountains.-FRED W. EGELSTON, Travelers Hotel, Reno.
Europe Part 8 Holland .-]. ]. LEB LEU, sx Benson
Nevada.
Street, Gl en Ridge, New Jersey.
Western U. S. Part 5 Idaho and Surrout�dint Cou•·
Europe Part 9 Belgium.-] . D. NEWSOM, care Ad ,,y.-R. T. N EWMAN, P. 0. Drawer 368, Anaconda, Mont.
H•tt�re.
Western U. S. Part 6 Tex. and Okla.-]. W. WHIT•
Europe Part 10 Swilsuland.-DR. At.aJtar LBDIAN, AJCER, '2903 San Gabriel St., Austin, Tex.
Kramgasse. 82, Bean, Switzerland. • Middle Western U. S. Part 1 The Daleoku, Neb.,
Europe Part 11 Pratcu.-CYRUS S. ltOBBRTS, care Ia., Kan. Especially early history of Missouri Valley.
Ad•erdure. ]OSEPH MI LLS HANSON, care Ad11enture.
Europe Part 1 2 S'oitt.-J. D. N EWSOM, care A4- Middle Western U. S. Part 2 Missouri anti A,..kansaJ,
tetdt�re. Also the Missoari Valley up to Sioux City, Iowa. EspeciaU,
wilder c011ntrus of tlu OSGrks, aruJ swami's .-JOHN B. THOMP•
South America Part 1 · ColombUJ, Ecuador, Pert�,
SON, care A dflenlure.
Boll'i4 a•tl Cl"l•.-EDGAR YoUNG, care Athentare.
Middle Western U. S. Part 3 Itcd., Ill., M1cl.,
South America Part l Vetcesael4, tlu C.ia1tas, Urt�· Miss., aftd Lake Michigan. Also claiming, natural hW..
IIUJY , Paraguay, A rgentintJ tJnd B,.asil.-PAUL VANORDEN tory legends.-]OHN B. THOMPSON, care Adtenture.
SHAW, 457 W. 123rd St., New York, N . Y.
Middle Western U. S. Part ·4 Mississippi Rit�r.
South America Part 3 Argentin a, Uruguay, Paraguay, Also routes, connections, itineraries; river-steam er and
southern Appalachio.ns.-WM. R. BARBOUR, care Adoenture. power boat travel ; history and idiosyncrasies of the rivet
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West Indies Cuba, Isle of Pines, Haftl, Santo Domingo, and its tributaries. Questions about working one's way
PorloRlco, Virgln and Jamaica Groups.-]OHN B. LEFFING should be addressed to Mr. Spears.-GEO. A. ZBRR, Vine
WELL, Box 1333, Nueve Gerona, Isle of Pines , Cuba. and Hill Sts., Crafton P. 0., I ngram Pa.,
Central America Canal Zone, Panama, Costa Rica, Middle Western U. S. Part 5 Lower Mississippi Ri•e,.
Nica,.agua. Honduras, British Honduras, Salvador, Guate (St. Louis down) , Atchafalaya across La. swamps, St. Francis
mala-E. BRUGUIERE, 143 Waverly Place, New York City. RifJer, Arkonsas Bottoms.-RAYMOND S. SPEARS, Inglewood,
Mexico Part 1 Northern. Border SJales of old Me%ico, Calif.
Sonora , Chihuahua, Coahuila, NuefJo Leon and Tamaulipas. Middle Western U. S. -Part 6 Great Lakes. Also
-J. W. WHITEAE:ER, 2903 San Gabriel St., Austin, Tex. seamanship, navigation, courses, distances, reefs and
Mexico Part l Southern. Lower California. - C. R. shoal lights, landmarks, charts; laws. penalties, river navi
MAHAFFEY, care of S. P. RoADMASTER, San Jose, Cal. gation.-H. C. GARDNER, 1863 E. 57th St., Cleveland, Ohio.
Mexico Part 3 Southeastern. Federal Te"ilory of Eastern U. S. Part 1 Eastern Maine. All territory eas'
Quintana Roo and slates of Yucatan and Campeche. Also of Penobscot Rieer.-H. B. STANWOOD, East Sullivan , Me.
archeology.-W. RussELL SHEErs. 301 Poplar Ave., Eastern U. S. Part l Western Maine. For all terri
Takoma Park, Md. �� west of the Penobscot Ri"er.-DR. G. E. HATHORNE, 70
Mexico Part 4 Mexico south o! a line from Tampico to Main Street, Bangor, Me.
Masatlan.- ]oBN NEWMAN PAGE, Nochixtlan, Oaxaca , Eastern U. S. Part 3 Vt., N. H., Conn., R. I. and Mass.
Mexico. -HoWARD R. VoiGHT, P. 0. Box 1332, New Haven,
Newfoundland. - C. T. ]AMES, Box 1331, St. Johns, Conn.
Newfoundland. Eastern U. S. Part 4 Adirondacks, New York.-RAY•
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Greenland Also dog-team work, whaling, geology, MOND S. SPEARS, Inglewood, Calif.
athnology (Esldmo) .-VICTOR. SHAw. Loring, Alaska. Eastern U. S. Part 5 Maryland, District of Columbia,
Canada Part 1 New Brunswick, NOfJa Scotia and Prince West Virginia. Also historical places.-LAWRENCE EDMUND
Bdtt�a,.d IsltJntl . Also homesteading in Canada Part 1, and ALLEN 29-C Monongalia Street, Charlesto� West Virginia.
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fur farm�.-FRED L. B oWD EN, s Howard Avenue, Bing Eastern U. S. Part 6 Tenn., Ala., Miss., N. and S. C.,
hamton, New York. Fla . and Ga. E%cept Tennessee Rifler and Atlantic seaboard.
+Canada Part l Southeasle,.,. Quebec.-]As. F. BBv Also sawmilling.-HAPSBURG LIEBE, care Ad11enture.
FORD, Codrington, Ont., Canada. Eastern U . S. Part 7 The Great Smokies a11d the AP·
+Canada Part 3 Height of Land Region , Northern Onta· f?alachian Mountains South of Virginia.-PAUL M. FINE,
rio ontl Norlhern Quebec, Southeastern Ungora and Keewatift. Jonesboro, Tenn.
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