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Great Expectations
E ARLY in the Great War some one remarked that its
ideal outcome, from the viewpoint of human progress
and betterment, would be for Germany and Austria to
defeat Russia, but for England and France to overcome Ger¬
many and Austria—that is, for the limited monarchies Ger¬
many and Austria, to defeat the absolute monarchy Russia, but
for the democracies England and France to overthrow the
limited monarchies, Germany and Austria.
A poet who has fallen out of favor with the all-wise lit¬
erary gang—Tennyson—once wrote: “Yet I doubt not, through
the ages, one increasing purpose runs—” And it seems to us,
looking back over man’s story as we know it, that with all his
failures, that Purpose is still apparent—even though man’s
most desperate and tragic endeavors have been partial fail¬
ures, even though many deserving people are still in bitter
want.
We’ve tried hard to make this the best issue of Blue Book
yet; like the infinitely larger endeavors mentioned above, it
doesn’t quite come up to our expectations. Still—we are pro¬
gressing a bit, aren’t we?
—The Editor.
5
zJ)(Curder island
By Leland Jamieson
H ELEN SAYLES, the English
sportswoman, hours ago had tak¬
upon an individual of Gregory’s size.
“You just got in from Havana, Dan.
en off from Aeropuerto Machado What about this Sayles woman—Helen
in Havana; and now, as the sun sank Sayles?”
blood-red beyond the Everglades to the “Well,” Dan retorted, looking with
west of Miami, her whereabouts re¬ scant interest but some amusement at
mained a mystery. A group of news¬ the group of men who eagerly ap¬
paper men sat in the waiting-room at the proached him behind Jackson, “what
Mycaba Thirty-sixth Street airport, held about her? Is she press-agenting again?
there by their assignments to interview It looks that way, with all you birds
Miss Sayles when she arrived. Some of ganged around out here to meet her.”
them, after these hours of waiting in the He grinned, and lit a cigarette, shoved
swelter of humidity, sat motionless and the lighter back into his somewhat
silent, seeming not to care what had be¬ wrinkled linen trousers pocket. “Boy,
come of her, not even to be interested in what a delegation this has turned out
mild conjectures of her fate. But others, to be! ”
perhaps filled with admiration for her Jackson protested: “I’m serious, Dan.
courage, discussed her solo water hop, Helen Sayles left Havana two hours be¬
her daring flight in a tiny single-engined fore you did, and nobody’s heard a word
plane. It was, they were agreed, a haz¬ from her. You didn’t see anything of
ardous undertaking for a woman, how¬ her plane floating in the water as you
ever skilled a pilot she might be. Their were coming over, did you? Do you
voices, modulated to a drone, sounded think she had a chance of making it?
steadily in the vastness of the enormous If she’s lost, do you think she might be
waiting-room. able to orient herself and get back here ?
Dan Gregory, a Mycaba pilot in from And if she’s down, what chance would
Merida that afternoon, had changed his she have, at sea, of surviving?”
clothes, and now, out of uniform, passed Dan Gregory looked at them all quiz¬
from the traffic office into the arched zically for a moment, dragged at his
room where these news men sat in con¬ cigarette, started to depart suddenly, and
versation. He was tall, with brown hair then turned back. “Listen,” he said,
and brown eyes, a sharp hooked nose and obviously disgusted. “You give me a
a jutting jaw. After a week of what he pain. Figure out your own answers to
liked to call the half-civilization of Cen¬ your questions. Pilots with this outfit
tral America, he was anxious to get home fly water-jumps that total up to twice
to his apartment and' a tall gin fizz. across the Atlantic every day—not just
But Lin Jackson, red-headed reporter once a year, but every day. There’s
for the Herald, knowing Gregory well, nothing to it. Yet here’s a dame who’s
stepped from the group and intercepted after nothing in the world but publicity
him. —trying a solo hop that a fifteen-year-
“You’re the man I’m looking for,” old should make—and she comes up
Jackson pounced upon him, as well as missing and you want to stop the presses
any five-foot-seven man could pounce for her. Where is she now? Well, don’t
6
A thrill-crammed novel of mystery
and air-adventure in the Caribbean,
by the pilot writer who gave us
“Lost Hurricane” "Treasure via
Airplane” and “Around the Clock”
7
THE BLUE BOOK MAGAZINE
Urgently, at last, he whirled to his quickly determined the point from which
typewriter and began putting down the the message had been sent. And when
message; and Dan Gregory, with bated this had been done,—when, with his pen¬
breath, forgetting all the things he had cil, he had made a heavy dot upon the
just said of Helen Sayles, looked over his chart indicating where Helen Sayles had
shoulder at the words which grew upon landed,—he looked up with a puzzled
the paper: frown, eyes puckered, at Dan Gregory
standing there.
CQ CQ CQ HS HS HS LANDING ON
“Something damn’ peculiar here,” he
ISLAND POSITION UNKNOWN TAKE
said in a low tone. “I don’t make this
BEARING DETAILS LATER AR
out at all.”
“What the devil! ” Gregory exclaimed, “What’s up?” Dan Gregory queried.
while Melvin, when the code had stopped, “Where’d she land? But that isn’t the
sat tense at his machine ready to take important thing, Melvin. She said she
more. was attacked! What the devil could
Then in a flash it came, a message that attack her on an island in the West In¬
sent a prickle of excitement coursing up dies? Man, Lin Jackson will get a story
the pilot’s spine, that for a moment out of this!”
made the hair on the back of his scalp Melvin was scooping up his chart and
rise with a quick surge of alarm. He papers. He hesitated for an instant, and
had no use for spectacular flights, but pointed to the map.
here was a human being in distress. “There’s no land there!” he snapped.
He wondered where Helen Sayles had “She couldn’t have been landing where
landed, how she had got off a course as she said she was—where there isn’t any
easy as is the one from Havana to Mi¬ land. And as to the attack, well,”—he
ami. He glanced at Melvin, taking down shrugged, and made an empty gesture
the words with taut efficiency, and then with his hand,—“if it’s going to kill her,
followed the meaning of the words she’s already dead by now.” He leaped
themselves: again to his key, called Kingston and
SOS SOS SOS HS HS HS ATTACKED— instructed:
CHAPTER II
in bearing, and in plotting the posi¬ “But I’ve got to write the story,”
tion? This seems—well, improbable. Jackson cut in impetuously. “I thought
What is the position of the island?” that—”
“Just 76° SO" west; 23° 5" north— “I know. But in this scoop, be as
and it’s entirely accurate, sir,” Melvin indefinite as you can. Give out no bear¬
persisted. “There can’t be a mistake, ings or position of the island. Just an¬
Mr. Dunbar. Mr. Gregory stood right nounce that our radio picked up a
there and watched me tune the signals distress message this afternoon after the
in, watched me take the bearing.” woman was overdue here. You can add
But for that matter, he was not of the his side and they looked down at the
imaginative type of mind. He was a penciled cross-mark indicating the posi¬
man of fact, of figures, of determined tion from which Helen Sayles’ messages
action. Curious, yet not fanciful. And had come. It was in the shallow area,
he almost blurted: “I think such a thing almost midway between Great Exuma
is too wild even to consider, Mr. Dun¬ Island and the southeastern tip of An¬
bar.” He thought that. Sitting there, dros, perhaps a hundred miles from
he tried to recall the names of the pilots Cayo Guajaba, Cuba. Measuring it, they
who had been involved, but could not. found it two hundred and eighty miles
Yet he could not imagine any pilot be¬ from Miami, three hundred and forty
coming mixed up with a crowd of men from Kingston, due east of that shoal
like that, and going with them to virtual area called “Hurricane Flats,” and which,
exile on some unknown spit of sand. incidentally, is quite correctly named.
He thought it was too wild to consider
seriously, but he refrained from saying
so. He returned to Dunbar: “It doesn’t
T HE chart, the latest available from
the U. S. Hydrographic Office,showed
seem possible. It doesn’t seem reason¬ no land in that immediate vicinity. No
able that an island could exist down ocean traffic lanes cut through that sec¬
there and remain undiscovered very long. tor of the sea; it was deserted, worth¬
But even if there is one, I don’t quite less to shipping because of numerous
see why it is of great importance in con¬ shoals and submerged coral reefs. The
nection with an expedition to look for chart showed the mean depth to be about
Helen Sayles.” two fathoms, but at intervals the bottom
“You don’t see?” Dunbar cried. shoaled upward to a quarter of a fathom,
“Don’t be entirely blind! It means that or to the surface at low tide.
those men are on that island! Killers, “Almost three hundred miles from
criminals, perhaps. It explains the un¬ here,” Dunbar went on, measuring the
finished portion of the Sayles message: distance. “Almost any seaplane carries
‘Attacked by p—He picked up the enough gas to reach it easily. I’m bet¬
incompleted radio message-blank and ting, Gregory, that your criminals are
wagged his fignger vigorously at the there.”
black-typed words. “She thought, per¬ “My criminals?” the pilot smiled.
haps, that they were pirates. She prob¬ “Perhaps I’d better take along a Tom¬
ably had just landed, and they rushed my gun and an Army .45. If they’re
her before she could finish the word. It there, they won’t let me get away with¬
means, Gregory, that you’ll have a fight out a fight.”
on your hands before you get away from “That’s just the point,” the operations
there! Can’t you see that—can’t you manager declared, lighting a heavy¬
understand that, now ?” smelling Cuban cigarette. “We don’t
want a fight with them. You just—”
“What about the girl?” Gregory inter¬
CHAPTER III rupted. “I can’t get to her without an¬
McKinnon was a big man, taller than “That’s right,” Gregory declared. “I
the pilot by two inches, heavier by a came over here to tell you. I wonder
dozen pounds. He had a florid com¬ how many were listening in on that con¬
plexion and sandy, reddish hair. He versation when it happened?”
laughed, a booming, hearty explosion of “Not many, at this time of day. We’re
real mirth, at the caution of Dan Gre¬ operating on a foreign band—our fre¬
gory’s words. quency is too high for a good many ‘ham’
“I eat danger! ” he exclaimed, without operators to tune in on it. And anyhow,
the slightest trace of boasting. “Hell’s it takes a darned good operator to catch
bells, you didn’t have to think twice to code as fast as Gorman and I work it.
know I’d give my left leg to go with I just thought it was better not to have
you, did you?” He slapped his beefy Gorman running wild in Kingston with
thigh excitedly. “Give me the chance! this yarn.”
Gorillas, are they? Well, we’ll make “Right. . . . Since all this started,
’em climb their trees!” I’ve wondered how it happened that
but almost without exception Gregory- from there for two or three days before
had thought of everything; so there going back to Nassau—just long enough
was little of this nature which they need¬ to get what facts I can, if there are any
ed to discuss. there to get. The island may be bare,
They were, Gregory thought, glancing Bimini was a low dark spot far to the
to the rear, a thoroughly capable crew. left upon the sea, turned around to
McKinnon, in the co-pilot’s seat across Melvin and nodded; and the radio opera¬
the cockpit aisle; Melvin, occupying the tor, using his semi-automatic key,
radio cubby-hole behind McKinnon. flashed out a series of signals to the
Lin Jackson, sprawled comfortably in the ground stations at Miami and Kingston.
cabin with a typewriter set up across his He gave no call, for Dunbar had been
knees, writing a lead for a story which afraid to betray the progress of the
he hoped would heat the press wires of plane; the operators, working their di¬
the country. Even Jackson, the smallest rection-finders, knew the identity of
of the four, Gregory felt confident, was Melvin’s symbols without hearing the
capable of a hearty battle when neces¬ number of the ship.
sity required it. There was a short silence, while Mel¬
the whole pattern of the thing grew ing frantic efforts to lift him to a seat.
clear. He was attacked—just, perhaps, The reporter was smeared with blood
as Helen Saylcs had been attacked! that pulsed feebly from a hole in the
And then the hatch glass starred before back of Melvin’s head.
his upturned, frozen eyes. Some one, Gregory, made savage by the sight, did
Melvin or Jackson, screamed in agony not feel the sagging weight of McKinnon
behind him. From the spill of his vision on the control wheel. He turned for¬
he saw McKinnon slump forward. ward, looked up to see if there was to
be a repetition of the murderous attack.
He saw the tiny plane, still climbing
CHAPTER V almost directly over him. Then, for the
remembering grimly the death that the It was not more than half a mile
first attack had brought, Gregory knew now, for the Duck was in a dive and
that his adversary was an able one. Yet was making a hundred miles an hour,
the Sikorsky’s only chance was in a aided by the crippled engine. Once in¬
quick turn at the last instant before side that rain they would be safe for
the burst began. There was no hope of some few minutes. Yet the ultimate fu¬
haven, yet, within the thunderstorm. tility of the situation was easily, dread¬
Gregory started in a shallow dive to fully, apparent. The rain, blinding now,
pick up speed, and while he dived, his would cease soon, leaving them stranded
eyes were on the plunging plane. on the sea. With no motive power, with¬
windshield starred and cracked from holes as soon as Jackson warned hint.
half a dozen bullets now. The airplane was going down, and they
He had five hundred feet to lose, and couldn’t stop it. The sea here might
he lost them while plunging straight into be a fathom deep, or fifty. The island
the heart of that tropical thunderstorm. might be a mile away, or ten, for they
A current of wild air caught the plane had drifted since the landing, and no
and bore it upward, even though it had one had paid attention to the drift. But,
no motive power of its own; and for no matter where they were, the plane
thirty seconds the Duck climbed. Then, was going down, and they must leave it.
as suddenly as the gust had come, it “Get out the rubber raft,” Gregory
stopped; a current smashed it down, commanded brusquely. He was himself
and in a mushing glide they struck the again; the numbness of that awful space
water. It was impossible to see against of time was past. He was a man of
that flood of rain, and Gregory only felt action, meeting things head-on. Yet as
the impact, felt the bounce, and hauled Jackson turned aft to the luggage com¬
back on his controls and waited for the partment, stepping over Melvin’s body,
final landing. the pilot slipped back into that former
“Come on,” said Jackson. “Forget it, tered something that the pilot couldn’t
Dan! ” understand.
“Let’s have the raft,” Gregory de- “So long, Melvin,” Gregory said soft-
manded woodenly. “You help McKin- ly. “I’ll be seeing you.” He stooped
non all you can. I’ll blow it up, and and lifted the mechanic as gently as he
figure out a way to launch it.” could, turned and walked with that great
He went forward again, climbed Up
outside upon the hull. The rain still
fell, the cold, chill rain that beat through
clothing, almost through the skin. The
pilot filled his lungs and blew into the
valve and felt the rubber tubing swell.
He filled it to its cumbersome entirety,
and then called Jackson.
The reporter climbed down halfway helpless figure, up the aisle. McKinnon
into the water and they slid the life- groaned again, a pain-engendered sound;
raft to the surface. He climbed in, and but the pilot gave no heed. He had dif¬
held it there against the sinking sea¬ ficulty even lifting the mechanic.
plane’s hull. Gregory went below. The Outside, in the darkness and the rain,
water was knee deep now, washing back Lin Jackson helped him. They lowered
and forth across the cabin with the the unconscious man into the rubber
swinging of the plane. In the darkness craft, and then once more Gregory went
the tarpaulin, enfolding its burden, was back to get their guns. He took an auto¬
surging gently, ceaselessly. McKinnon, matic for each of them, and the Tommy
his sprawled legs half submerged, sat gun, a small quantity of food and a pock¬
slumped where Jackson had left him in et flashlight. He left half the ammuni¬
a seat. He was recovering somewhat tion, because the flimsy rubber boat
from the smashing shock of those four would not have carried it. At last, be¬
bullets, although consciousness had not fore the Duck went down forever, he
returned, and perhaps never would; but got in and shoved off into the darkness.
he groaned occasionally, and once, while It was an inky darkness, as if the
Gregory stood there near him, he mut- clouds were an inkwell which had poured
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its contents to the sea. The storm, while They had launched the raft on the lee
growing less intense, was spreading. side of the sinking airplane, and in push¬
Gregory, remembering time, saw that it ing off into the night, had escaped the
was after seven. He looked at the com¬ fury of the boiling sea. But now, as
pass, and placed it so its luminous lub¬ Gregory paddled cautiously away, the
ber line was facing him and he could wind and water leaped at them, and the
read the numerals on the card. He had boat became a dancing, crazy thing.
been northwest of the island when he “Watch it!” Jackson shouted appre¬
landed, and he picked up the two light hensively. “We’re going under, sure as
paddles and started southeast steadily. hell! ” His voice, three feet away in the
He might have several hundred yards shapeless bow, was muffled by the rush
to row, or several miles, but he would of waves.
get there, either under cover of darkness “I’m watching it. How’s McKinnon
or in the daylight of the morning fol¬ doing?” He could not see them clearly.
lowing. They must reach the land to Jackson crouched there with the wound¬
remain alive. ed man’s head and shoulders on his
But to what final goal? He asked knees. It was not the best position, but
himself after they had been under way the mechanic was too tall to lie prone
ten minutes. Men who tried to kill them in the bottom of the craft. “We ship¬
from the air would kill them on the ping any water?”
ground. That was a certainty. But he “Plenty! You’ll have to stop and
tried to submerge his thoughts of this bail, but don’t stop now. Can you tell
in other things. Time enough for that where you’re going? McKinnon’s just
when he should face it. They were, the same.”
while in this cockleshell, still at the “Only our general direction,” Gregory
mercy of the sea. said. “But we’ll make it. Try to keep
McKinnon dry.” There was no use to
try to talk. The words were whipped
CHAPTER VI away. The boat pitched and swung, and
And Jackson, raising his voice to meet He did forget it, and looked sightlessly
the other’s mood, returned: “You do ahead into the dark, but found no hint
that, Dan. I’m not bad off; I’m resting, of land.
herel” “We’re in a fix if I’ve gone by it! ” he
It was by the wind that Gregory could declared to Jackson, sitting silent there.
judge his way most accurately. The com¬ “I’d swear I knew which way to go, but
pass helped, but it was unsteady from we’ve been out two hours, now, and
the jolting of the boat, and oscillated should have been there!”
sometimes violently. At those times he “With a headwind, in this eggshell?”
looked away from it, felt the wind on Jackson answered, querying the point.
his wet face, and judged direction thus. “All there is to do is keep on going. If
neck, and Jackson’s straining voice was could not cling here for that awful length
crying in his ear: of time even if they left McKinnon to
“McKinnon! McKinnon! I’m going smother in the churning sea. No human
to lose him, Dan! I’ve got him by the being could survive for long with combers
hair! ” He coughed and seemed to shud¬ burying him at intervals of fifty seconds,
der. “Quick! Before I lose my hold! ” battering him and trying to tear him
The pilot turned as best he could, still
clinging to the life-raft with one arm.
He couldn’t see, and there was no use
wasting time in trying to see. A raking,
As Gregory started to
release the boat, a
harsh voice froze
him. “I wouldn’t, bud,
if I was you!”
Save himself, and let the ocean take the land dark and invisible ahead, bare and
other two. desolate, silent as the very death that it
He toyed with the thought, a vague portended.
thought in the bottom of his mind. It “McKinnon must be made of iron!”
would come to that, before the end. Be¬ Jackson murmured, after they had made
fore the end Jackson, with lesser strength, the wounded man as comfortable as pos¬
would grow weary and let go. A comber sible. “Bullets couldn’t kill him, and he
drove him down, and as the water stung wouldn’t drown! Dan, we’re going to
his face he felt the reporter close to him, pull him through! Which one of us is
against him there as they fought futilely going looking for that boat?”
to save McKinnon from the sea. “Ill go,” said Gregory. “You’re safe
“Hang on, Lin!” he cried, when he enough right here, until daylight. No
could speak again. use to hunt a place to hide. I’ll rest a
minute, and then have a look around.
If there’s a colony here, there’ll be some
CHAPTER VII boats. Maybe there’s an airplane that
He walked for perhaps a mile before his exploring fingers found, that had been
he saw the first faint pinpoint of light made that day.
ahead, and he knew that he had at least “Graves!” he muttered. “Seventeen
another mile to go before great caution new graves in a cemetery! This last one,
was required. The men aboard this here, was made—for Helen Sayles!”
island would no doubt presume that the
Sikorsky had gone down at sea, just as
it had done, and that the members of its
N UMBLY he rose. He had been in
war, had seen men buried in shallow
crew had died by gunfire or by drowning. grooves scooped in the earth. He knew
They would not expect a visit such as —there was no need for further queries
this. of this thing. But why? These victims
At last, several hundred yards from here were murdered, reason told him.
what seemed to be the outer fringe of Melvin had been murdered—and Helen
settlement, he stopped to reckon distance Sayles. Why? This was no time or
and the program that confronted him. place to find the answer. Get away from
His brief examination of the island by here, and get McKinnon to a doctor.
binoculars had given him but little Time, then, to recruit a force to come
knowledge of the grouping of the build¬ back here and investigate. The thing
ings. He had seen nothing but the patch now was escape, and speed!
of white higher than the sand, and the Resolutely now he turned southward,
cluster of green trees which, in this lati¬ skirted a group of palms and reached
tude, probably were palms. He knew the beach and continued quickly, nerv¬
nothing of the boat dock, if, indeed, the ously, past the last building in the group.
place possessed one. His hunting eyes picked out the dark
The RamblingRam-Lamb
By Arthur K. Akers
Illustrated by Everett Lowry
“Mist’ Breck is head of de agency’s caught the look in his chief’s eye and
Missin’ Husbands Department,” his chief shrank rapidly to his right size. “Yeah,
further fitted the status of Bugwine to us is got a client again,” said Mr. Collins
the demands of the moment. “Always blisteringly, “but de case is C. O. D.—
gits his Lamb.” and aint solved yit. So us cain’t eat till
“Git dis one, and he’s good.” it is—same as dat big table-knifes mys¬
“Aint care what name dey use, he gits tery over at de Bees’-Knees’ barbecue-
’em. Give Bugwine de name and ad¬ stand what you been workin’ on—and
dress and whar last seen,—and a old vest floppin’ at—till he cuts our credit off.”
or somethin’ to sniff,—and he’s off bayin’ A sharp knock at the front door inter¬
on de trail in no time. Dat boy’s a reg¬ rupted. Mr. Collins shot out the back
ular human bloodhound when he’s like a fire-chief answering a third-alarm
roused! What de nature of de case and in a loft.
complaint ?”
“I done cotched up wid him—dat’s his
main trouble!” snorted an evidently
B UGWINE opened the front door cau¬
tiously—to the postman with a circu¬
wronged wife. “Ramblin’ round amongst lar. Columbus returned, looking sheep¬
de women! I aims to half-kill him, too. ish. “Thunk I heard somethin’ out in de
But now I done mislaid it—” back,” he explained with elaborate non¬
“Mislaid what?” Mr. Collins’ sym¬ chalance.
pathy fed fat upon the bulge of her “Acted more like you heard somethin’
pocketbook. In view of Columbus’ cur¬ in de front.”
rent predicament—the agency needed a “How I acts aint none your business!
cash-client quick! Git your mind back on dem knifes! ”
“I done writ down whar-at to find him “Cain’t locate who swiped ’em. Be¬
in Demopolis on a piece of paper—and sides, maybe some de customers swal-
den lost de paper l” lered ’em; maybe de owner see ’em.
Mr. Collins staggered suitably. “You Bees’-Knees git all dem knifes from de
means,” he summarized tragedy, “dat white-folks’ pawnshop, he say—”
you cain’t cripple your husband becaze “Aint matter if he git ’em from de
you is done lost whar-at he is?” dime-store; dey’s his now! Or was till
“Yeah. Dat’s why I needs detectives somebody took ’em off de tables in de
—to sniff out whar is dat low-down stand right after he clean up good last
Huntingdon Lamb what run off two week. Wid you bein’ a flop on de case
weeks ago wid part my weddin’-silver—” ever since he slip you dat spoon to match
“De little polecat!” Mr. Collins’ in¬ up wid what de crook took, when us
dignation was professional but perfect. cotch him! You still got dat sample
“And wid dat manicure-gal in de bar¬ spoon ?”
bershop too!” Amnesia completed the Bugwine fumbled anxiously in his
catalogue of a husband’s crimes. “So I overalls, and produced it.
craves for you to cotch him—den jes’ But Columbus immediately ignored it
lemme at him—dat’s all! ” —to issue the ultimatum which Mr. Breck
“Two-legged skunks is de worst sort,” most dreaded. “Now,” he rasped, “your
purred Columbus sympathetically. “What ’spense-account done cut off, for in’ffi-
dis one of yourn look like?” ciency: you either runs down dis Hunt¬
“Looks like nothin’ wid de lid loose, ingdon Lamb or you nourishes yourself
to me! ’Bout five-foot eight, hundred off a mess of fresh air. Done tired of
and fifty pounds; complected like a wet foolin’ wid short-sawed failures.”
cigar, and hell wid de women.” “Always gits my man,” mumbled Mr.
Bitterness tinged the wifely tones. Breck resentfully beneath his noisy
rattling of the agency’s yardstick and
LL right, den.” Columbus began to bear-trap handcuffs. “Says so your own
r\ fill his vest. “Dat ramblin’ ram- self!”
lamb jest de same as cotched already! Unfortunately, his chief heard him,
De fee’s four bucks, C. O. D.” and whirled on him: “To de clients, yes!
“Four bucks you gits, C. O. D. too. But to you I tells de truth: you aint
Meanin’ cash on delivery of Huntingdon nothin’ but a bow-legged flop! So now,
Lamb wid my hand on him. Wid four- git bayin’, boy! Git bayin’on dat ram-
bits extra, too, is you cotch him quick Lamb’s trail!”
while I is still good and mad at him! ” And Bugwine bayed. But all to no
With the new client gone, Bugwine avail. Gnawed by appetite below, and
breathed freely again—once. Then he despair above his neck, he combed Bap-
THE RAMBLING RAM-LAMB 29
tist Hill and Frog Bottom, Rock Cut from de rounds,” he announced breezily
and Lick Skillet. But none knew any if breathlessly.
Huntingdon Lamb, while a hundred fit¬ “Jest gittin’ back from round de house,
ted fruitlessly the description Amnesia you means,” muttered Bugwine.
had given of him. “Snap into your report, runt! ” Colum¬
Until, “Might as well git on,” Mr. bus appeared in no mood to mess with
Breck ultimately addressed his clamoring inferiors.
stomach as it slowed and stopped him be¬ “Sniffs on two; solves none.” Hunger
fore Mr. Thompson’s savory-smelling was making Bugwine succinct—also
stand at dusk. “Old knifes aint back on peevish.
dem tables yit, I sees. And, go in dar But even as he reported, a giddiness
widout, and all you gits is footsteps on seized upon and spun him. Yet it was
my pants.” not, he startlingly perceived, the giddi¬
So, disconsolate in the darkness, a ness of the unfed. Rather, it was the
stumped and stymied sleuth headed for dizzying proof that any brain worked
his headquarters. There he stumbled better above an empty stomach. “I got
noisily on the broken front step that Co¬ it now /” he bugled hysterically to a per¬
lumbus was always intending to mend. plexed superior.
Instant sounds of a back door being “Well, lay down a spell—maybe you’ll
practically torn from its hinges within git over it widout me fotchin’ in de vet¬
indicated both Mr. Collins’ presence and erinarian for you.” Mr. Collins misun¬
state of mind. derstood his helper’s symptoms.
“Dat long tall boy sho is skittish nowa¬ “Aint crave to git over it. It’s a
days ! ” grumbled Mr. Breck as he eased idea!” rebelled indignantly the proud if
into their sanctuary. “All time tearin’ unaccustomed parent of an inspiration.
down 4&t door! ” “What give you no idea? All you ever
But just here his chief entered ostenta¬ has is accidents in de head.”
tiously at the front. “Jest gittin’ back “De dark—”
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“What-at and when?” Such interest a skunk: us jest sets a trap and lets him
was a real tribute to Bugwine’s brain¬ cotch hisself while smart boys sleeps.
power ! Dat’s brains.”
“By de band-stand, up near de cement- “Sho is! Cotchin’ a Lamb in a skunk-
works, at nine ’clock. What you say trap. Whar at de trap, den? Crave to
your name ?” brain him while he’s in it!” Animosity
“Aint say. But Syntax Hammond, was out-talking alimony-outlook.
from down Troy-way. What yourn?” “Jest fixin’ to tell you,” groaned the
“Bugwine Breck. From de big Colum¬ limping Mr. Breck. “Trap done set, up
bus Collins detectin’ agency. But every¬ by de bandstand at de cement-works
body call me ‘de human bloodhound’— grove, for tomorrer night at nine o’clock.
account always gits my man.” I jest now finished baitin’ it.”
Then he added with an anxiety that “Baitin’ it wid what?”
was a work of art, earnestly: “You gwine “Wid you—”
be dar now, aint you, Mist’ Hammond? “Wid me,? You’s dumb in de knob!
You aint gwine stand dat good-looker up Dat nigger aint gwine come widin a mile
tomorrer night?” of it, den.”
“What you been up to?” Mr. Collins boys—tells him it, and who I works for,
seemed eager to change the subject, too—de big Columbus Collins. Sho set
struttin’ round like you was pattin’ him back, too! ”
dem brains of yourn on de head wid both But Columbus was already clawing at
hands. What you ought to do is put ’em the rear door like a tomcat in a kennel.
out of dey misery.” “What de matter?” Bugwine stood
“Struttin’ becaze I’s scien-tif-ic—I agape at him.
done fixed everything; dat’s what.” “Matter? Matter? De matter is you
Columbus’ jaw slackened. “You mean,” is done play hell again! Syntax Ham¬
he demanded incredulously, “you is done mond is name of de boy what’s lookin’
finally solved who swiped dem knifes for me wid de gun—about his gal and
from Bees’-Knees’ stand?” my truck-ride!”
Mr. Breck remembered that he had
forgotten the barbecue-stand silver mys¬
tery. “Aint sniff out yit who done dat,”
B UGWINE swallowed a gasp and two
tonsils. Memory cut back; no won¬
he subsided slightly. “Expectin’ imp—” der Syntax had seemed startled at his
“Yeah?” Mr. Collins cut him off. mention of Columbus! “You aint tell
“Well, all you’s doin about your meals, me de name of who was gunnin’ for you,”
to'o, is expectin’ ’em.” Gloom re-wrapped he managed to gurgle hoarsely.
him. “Old score still two to nothin’ “Aint matter about de name before:
against you, short-dog—two crimes and sho Gawd matters now! Wid you got to
no clues.” pick out him to frame up, too! Dumb!
“Well, git dis, big-mouth 1 ” Bugwine And not only turnin’ dat wildcat woman
rescued his original subject: “I jest come loose on him at de bandstand, but tellin’
from framin’ it up so Amnesia Lamb can him our names so he’ll know who framed,
git her hands on a husband—and us can him, too ! ... Feels, rally rapid! Bullet¬
git our hands on four bucks. Done bait proof vest, come to Papa! Whar-at dem
de trap scien-tif-ic.” canned groceries?”
“You is, eh?” Columbus’ skepticism “Groceries ? How-come groceries ?”
remained prominent: if Bugwine devised The brain of Breck was being outdis¬
it, it was wrong. Yet, he grudgingly tanced by developments so fast that it
admitted to himself, no flaws in Mr. was dizzied.
Breck’s current scheme had yet appeared. “To ration myself wid!” Columbus
It would be too dark for identifications; was gathering garments and a blanket
the framed-up victim would be .too star¬ frenziedly to him. “I got to hole-up un¬
tled to stay long for punishment; the der de freight-house now, till de dust and
client would be satisfied; and two de¬ shootin’ die down. Soon as old Syntax
tectives would have four dollars for sus¬ can git loose from dat she-cyclone,—and
tenance. “Who you frame up for dat wild¬ remembers who you told him framed
cat woman to light on?” he questioned. him,—he’ll be lookin’ for me right! Wid
“A boy from Troy, he say. Fits de de¬ both barrels! Aint I told you if you
scription swell in de dark. And he cain’t thunk it, it’s bound to be wrong! ”
hardly wait for tomorrer night at nine to The ravaged Mr. Breck merely panted
see de good-looker what I tells him is despairingly in a circle—and failed to es¬
crazy to meet him by de bandstand den. cape from a new and further fearful as¬
I frames scien-tif-ic: he aint know he’s pect of what he had done: this Syntax
fixin’ to meet a bearcat wid buzzsaws on boy might have been gunning for Colum¬
both feet. Name Syntax Hammond—” bus before, but now he would be naming
flask, Bugwine felt himself waning, slip¬ Just here the triumph-note of Bugwine
ping—heard ambulances again, saw hos¬ Breck, however, broke, sickened, and
pitals, cemeteries. died as the awful realization broke over
Speedier and hence earlier spectators him! Again he had blundered. Again
already ringed the struggling pair. Also he had arrested the wrong man, jumped
Amnesia, standing grimly by in event at the wrong conclusion, ruined all hope
either weakened and essayed escape. for food or four-dollar fee, exposed
Nearer clanged the ambulance of Slim Columbus and himself to renewed and
Silver the undertaking boy, in case— A nearer peril! For the silverware shed by
fast-failing Bugwine heard it, dim and Syntax in no respect matched the sam¬
far. Then nearer, incredibly, the voice ple of the bereft Bees’-Knees! More,
of Columbus Collins. But why had Bees’-Knees had lost knives—and these
Columbus come now? Had curiosity were forks!
lent furlough to his fears? Confusion Anew, and at the apex of his woe, there
mounted in a tottering mind. Colum¬ burst upon the cringing Bugwine once
bus was alighting now from the ambu¬ more the battle-cry of Amnesia. It
lance, shouldering his way forward, as could be naught else, for all the joyous
though seeing the gunless Syntax so note that rang throughout it! She had
otherwise and busily engaged were safety- discovered his duplicity newly now, and
assurance enough for him. would swiftly be upon him, to take up
mule and come along with me, I might tables. That man with the pointed black
be able to put you in the way of some¬ beard was Alvarez, the banker; and the
thing at El Paso. I’m going on along fellow with the girl who was wearing a
there about a concrete proposition—if flower in her hair, was Lopez, the chief
there is nothing doing, you could ship man of the Peruvian tobacco company ;
from there cheaper than here. There’s he was married, but the girl was not his
always coasters going up north from El wife. The man at the table beyond,
Paso besides the regular mails.” dining all alone, was Gomez; he had a
It seemed to Carlin that there might funny history (commercial), but he was
be something in this: he liked the other, not alone in that peculiarity.
and was hungry for friendship; and It struck Carlin that if his compan¬
when Mr. Dare proposed that they should ion had only been four days here, he
go and dine together at the Cafe Ma¬ had a pretty wide and extensive knowl¬
drid, each paying his own expenses, he edge of the inhabitants, but he did not
fell in with the idea at once. remark on the fact or give it a second
charge—when an aunt died and left him right—and you say the suitcase isn’t
money which was enough to clear him¬ worth more’n a few dollars, so you can
self with the creditors and leave a few buy another at El Paso. You’re staying
hundred over. at the Bolivar? Well, I’ll tell you, I’ll
“But see here, man,” cut in Dare, call there for you tomorrow sunup, and
“hadn’t you got your discharge?” take you to Gomez’s yard. He’s the
“Yes,” said Carlin. chap that hires and sells horses and
“Then what in the nation did you want mules. You’d better buy, and sell again
paying your money to those guys for?” at El Paso—won’t cost you more than
“What guys?” twenty dollars.”
“The creditors. Your slate was wiped “Right,” said Carlin.
clean.”
“Maybe, according to law,” said Car¬
lin, “but not in my mind. I owed them
A LITTLE after sunrise, Carlin having
paid his hotel bill the night before,
the money just the same, discharge or no they were at the yard where Gomez buys,
discharge; it was like a grit in my eye. sells or lets for hire, horses, mules, bur¬
Besides, I wanted to feel that no man ros, anything with four legs that can
could call me a bankrupt.” be ridden or driven, bar oxen. Half an
“Well, you take the bun! ” said Dare. hour later they were on the outskirts of
“And after you’d paid them—” the city heading north, the mules go¬
“I heard of a chance in San Francisco; ing well and the sun hot on the land and
five hundred wasn’t any good for start¬ on the great beach that runs from Lima
ing again in Liverpool, so I pushed out. and Callao to Truxillo and beyond.
It was five hundred and fifty really, and Gomez had not only supplied the
the fifty brought me across. I started mules, but for an extra few dollars their
in shell in a small way, with the man old saddles and trappings, water-bottles
who had asked me to come out; and we and a couple of bundles of dried grass
were getting along all right when the to be held in reserve for the animals.
bottom dropped out of shell. There was The night before Dare had bought some
a slump in mother-of-pearl—it had gone provisions; and they would be able to get
out of fashion somehow or another, and stuff on the way, except in the region
the wharves and godowns were crammed of the sands. Dare had spoken of this
with shell. We cleaned up just on the region of the sands, and Carlin had got
margin with no debts, only our money it into his head that it was just a short
lost. That was eight months ago, and bit of desert to be crossed. But the
I got a job and saved enough to come sands when reached disclosed themselves
down here .after this mine proposition not as a desert to be crossed but a beach
which has turned out a dud.” to be held to. On one side the Pacific
“Well, it aint every day you meet falling in ruled and rhythmic breakers,
Probity in a pair of breeches,” said Dare. an occasional sea-bird flying in the blaz¬
“Here’s my respects to you! All the ing light above the spindrift and spray;
same and without offence, I’m thinking on the other, dunes and levels of sand,
you’d make more money in Barnum’s an occasional vulture floating in the blue
show as an exhibit of Virtue than you’ll far above. Behind vanished Lima and
make in Frisco in a business way; but Callao; in front the sands and sea-foam
that’s your lookout. Well, what do you consumed in the far distance by a haze
say about El Paso tomorrow?” where all was lost.
south by the current; nothing from the round something heavy and hard. He
land except the wind from the far moun¬ unwrapped it, and a block of yellow
tains, nothing from the sky but the vul¬ metal as big as a brick fell on the hard
ture in the blue yet ever ready to drop. sand with a thud.
Once Carlin, looking up attracted by Dare picked it up.
a remote cry, saw a condor with motion¬ “Gold!” said he. “Good gosh! A
less wings, yet moving with speed to¬ gold bar, by all that’s lucky.”
ward the distant hills; and once, far “Gold!” said Carlin. “You sure?”
ahead, they saw the ghost of a city in “Yep. Feel of it—smell it!” Dare
the gauze-blue distance—a mirage that handed it over, and Carlin with the
might have been Lima, Truxillo, who weight of it in his hand, felt a thrill
could tell—before it flickered and went never before experienced. It was like
out, leaving the desolation untouched, a touching Fortune herself.
desolation so complete that one might They sat down on the sands to talk of
have imagined no other travelers had ever this business, the bar between them. It
trodden this coast road to the city of was Carlin’s find, but he would not have
El Paso del Sur. found it had not Dare brought him along
Before noon on the second day of their on this traverse. “We’ll go half and
journey, however, they met with another half,” said he. “The only bother to me
traveler who had been waiting the chance is if the chap has been murdered—”
of their coming for days, weeks—pos¬ “Yes?”
sibly months. “Well, isn’t it up to us to give infor¬
nothing of the fact that it would be Nothing moved on it or gave sign of life
taken from them. No, their course was except the waddling white-gray form of
clear; either say nothing about it, or a gull.
fling the thing away. The mule was standing near by with
“I know a chap at El Paso,” said its head down. It was unhobbled. Well,
Dare. “He’ll give us two-thirds of the the thing was clear enough. Dare had
value in coin. We’ve got to lose a bit played a dirty trick and made off with
over it, anyhow, and that won’t hurt us the bar—a damnably dirty trick, for he
much, since we paid nothing for it.” had unhobbled his companion’s mule,
At sunset they made their camp by trusting that it would wander away leav¬
simply hobbling the mules. ing Carlin without food and depending
It was windless weather, and as they on what water he could get on the beach.
ate their supper seated on the warm The big burly good-natured-looking
sands, they had for companion the Pa¬ man had suddenly turned into this. Only
cific Ocean breaking only a hundred among human beings is such a metamor¬
yards away, the sinking sun looking at phosis possible.
them over the water and gilding the
mountains of Peru, above which the
western sky was deepening and dark¬
C ARLIN went to the mule, standing
head down as if tired, and took the
ening with the rising night. bridle. A long piece of cord was tied to
Carlin took the first watch; for the the bridle-ring and lay trailing on the
mules, even though hobbled, could not sand; it was the lead which Gomez had
be left unattended; when half the night supplied in case one of them wished to go
was through, he awoke Dare, lay down on foot and turn his animal into a led
with his head on a sand pillow, and was mule.
asleep at once. . . . It was clear enough that Dare had
When he awoke, the stars were near not contented himself with unhobbling
gone and the east beginning to get light. the animal; he had taken it off with
He found himself alone. him, leading it. Yet here it was, re¬
Dare was gone, and one of the mules. turned. What was the meaning of that ?
Carlin’s saddle-bag, which had contained Had he released it, or had it broken
a few clothes, some provisions and the away from him?
gold bar, was gone. He had dropped to Having found that the food in the
sleep with it lying beside him, and it was saddle-bag was untouched and the water-
gone. He rose to his feet. bottle still half full, Carlin mounted.
The beach away north and south was The sun’s brow was just rising above
visible in the strengthening daylight. the horizon, lighting the sands, and
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Carlin, as he sat in the saddle before session, gave him strength. It seemed
starting, followed with his eyes the hoof- to him that the energy of ten men had
marks visible on the sand. suddenly been injected into his veins.
They told the whole story: The filing was his. Dare, after what
The hoof-prints of Dare’s mule showed he had done, could have no claim on it.
striking down toward the sea edge to He visualized a meeting with Dare, and
get to the harder sands, the hoof-prints of what he would say to him, and if need
the led mule close and a bit behind. be do to him, should they meet; he
Carlin followed. strained his eyes ahead on the chance
On the hard sands the prints pointed of sighting him; but in the distance be¬
north toward El Paso. That was enough; fore him lay nothing but the sands and
he turned north, and letting the mule the long white line of the foam of the
take its own gait, rode along by the sea. . . .
singing sea, the rising sun on his right He had fallen into a reverie, from
cheek, and on his left side the stalk¬ which he was suddenly aroused by the
ing, far-flung shadow of himself and his mule coming to a halt.
mount, like the shadow of a man on a Right in front of him lay something
dromedary. on the sands. It was Dare’s hat. He
has to do with nitrates. I want a thou¬ sixty-six—told the story of the gold bar
sand dollars to go into it, and I want to his companion. He told it fully, and
you to lend me that thousand—here's my for the first time: told of the meeting
security.” with Dare, the finding of the bar, the
He took the gold bar frqro hi& pocket death of Dare, the loan from Silbermey¬
and handed it over. er. “And this is if,” said he, getting up
H
crippled him was a tragedy, a pity and
a waste, for he was the fastest thing that
IGH PLATEAU lay in 'the Stone ran the Stone Ridge country. It had
Ridge country. Cupped in the been a trick that did for him, a hidden
lap of the great hills it swung its cleft in a stone that caught his right
shelter open to the sky, like a cradle, foreleg, and snapped it as he landed from
or a sanctuary, or a little paradise of the a twelve-foot jump, and he had hung
wilderness, as indeed it was. There was about the mountain in thirst and suffer¬
a spring in its middle where the great ing for days. And then he found the
red lilies grew in summer, and where spring in High Plateau.
the grass grew lush and high, and coarser Four hours later Brush-tail found him.
forage clothed it like a carpet. It had been early day then, with all the
It lay far from any habitation, from mountains sweet with silence and pale
any life other than that of hoof and horri, sun. It was late day when the fight was
of padding foot and spreading wing. Yet over and Brush-tail gave the matter up.
it had seen tragedy, and love, and life. He was cut and bleeding in a hundred
It had seen man’s face too, for one short places, his pale yellow eyes with their ac¬
season, mirrored in its virgin depths, tive pupils were rimmed with red, and he
for there had been a trapper once who was astonished beyond all reasoning out.
lived at High Plateau for a winter. He But the great buck still stood on his
had been a strange man, hiding from three good legs with his rump against a
something, and death had overtaken him rock that reared its protecting height a
late one night in the snow, over on the bit below the spring, and the hair was
far side of Papoose Peak. His bones up along his spine, his antlers squared
still lay there, and in the fringe of the before him. He too was cut and slashed
pines at High Plateau there still stood from the fangs of Brush-tail, but he was
the tiny cabin he had made with such in far better case than the wolf, at that.
infinite labor. His broken leg healed—crooked, to
No other human had been there since; be sure, and a handicap henceforth; but
but many and many a night Brush-tail he lived to fight many another tilt.
the wolf had padded silently around it, Brush-tail saw him sometimes in the
sniffing. Brush-tail knew the country later years, but never again did he give
of the Stone Ridge in every crevasse, him gage of battle. The old she-bear
every cranny. He had been born there, over on Smoky Mountain was another
in a cave under Hanging Rock, and he foe of Brush-tail. But the wolf’s arch
had lived his whole life there. enemy was Slip-along the panther. Slip-
He was a great hunter; and he lived along was tawny as the earth littered
well in his savage fashion, and many with its dead pine needles, and he meas¬
were the helpless fawns that went to ured nine feet from nose to tail-tip. He
keep his thick gray pelt so fine. But he was sleek and shining in §ood years,
was no coward when it came to bigger heavy-shouldered, hard in his long mus¬
game. There was no fear in him. cles, graceful and full of beauty. His
He could remember many a battle voice was deep as thunder when he called
royal in the years that had passed. a challenge on some windysfope in the
fastness that was both sanctuary and battleground.
moonlight, high and shrill like a woman’s His face was thin in the cheeks, and
scream when he hunted for his prey. It very white, and his large blue eyes were
had the ancient trick of mystifying that clear as the singing spring among the
prey too, seeming to be faint and far grasses hnd much deeper. They were too
away, the closer he came. A terrible deep for any human eyes to be, for they
beast was Slip-along, and every other held the bodies of drowned hopes and
living thing in the Stone Ridge country loves, of ambitions and desires, of all the
feared him. things that make life worth living.
Every other thing save Brush-tail. The He came into the Stone Ridge country
wolf hated him from the ground up, and with a string of pack-mules laden high
the panther returned the hatred in full. with everything a man might need to
For one reason, they knew, these two, keep life in him indefinitely, and he cast
that as wolves and panthers went, they about for a place to make his habitation.
were as evenly matched as possible. In He spent three days searching the
deadly length Slip-along had the advan¬ country and then he found the gently
tage; but Brush-tail was taller at the sloping meadow, and the cabin of the
shoulder, and quick as the other was, he dead trapper all ready to his hand. It
was a trifle quicker. And they had hated seemed to him like a promise, and a
each other from the time, years back benediction on his quest, the shining of
when both were in their scrawny youth, a Grail, somehow, and he brought his
that they had come to conclusions and great store of provisions and dumped
fought out their differences on the slopes them in the little yard where the cleared
of Smoky just across the gulch. That grasses had encroached again. He loosed
too had been a battle royal, but unlike the mules and let them go, with their
the one with Ten-point, it had left Brush- halters hung on their empty pack-saddles
tail with a never-dying desire to fight it and the bell jinny at their head, accord¬
over. Indeed they had fought it over— ing to instructions given by their owner
five times in the passing years. After from whom he had hired them. They
each fight both had lain up for weeks would come home, the owner said, won¬
nursing their wounds, had each been un¬ dering at this strange man who wanted
able to hunt, and had nearly starved in no one, not even a pack-train driver, to
consequence. know his secret place of refuge. And it
But they were wary of each other was refuge. A hiding-place from a world
now, always watching for the slight which had not done kindly by him, a
chance which might tip that nicely bal¬ sanctuary in the wilderness where the
anced scale of power one way or the man hoped to get back to health, to life,
other. And it had never come. if it were possible, and perhaps to God.
So the seasons passed, and these two
arch-enemies still hunted in the Stone
Ridge country, still listened to each
I T was a hundred-to-one chance he
took. He knew that well. The best
other’s himting-cries with rising hackles doctor in San Francisco had told him
and eyes spreading in the darkness. that. Also his own soul told him. But
An then, in a certain spring when the what matter?
sweet winds whispered on the pine-clad He had had a lot of life. Money, the
slopes and tall red lilies grew in the things that money buys. He still had
sheltered places, a human came to High the money, safely cared for, willed away
Plateau. in case— But the things of life that
This was a man, and there was a lot count he did not have. Love, for in¬
behind him. He was a tall man, slender stance, and that loyalty that goes with
in his fine outing clothes, too slender. it hand in hand if it be true.
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as black as sloes. The man named him t frankly and cockily, sitting on the ta¬
Barney and he came to know the word, ble’s edge when he had his meals.
and that it stood for raisins. The friend¬ The man climbed slowly and finding
ship grew precious to them both. a convenient rock, sat down to rest—
The smell of the pines was sweet as and turning, looked full into the face of
perfume and the man drew it deep into the most monstrous timber wolf he had
his lungs long hour by long hour, hoping. even seen. It stood so tall at the shoul¬
The long, young summer days went by. der that its head was above a man’s
He had brought a hammock with him, waist, and its pale eyes, yellow as gold,
a sturdy thing of rope and canvas, and were fixed on him steadily. For a terri¬
he hung it between the pines, and spent ble, tranced moment they stared at each
whole afternoons in it, reading. other, the hair rising on both of them.
He had been two months in his wil¬ Then, for some unaccountable reason,
derness when he got his first knowledge the man thought of the dog he had wished
of Slip-along. This was on a night when for and before he knew it he had spoken
the moon rode high and the big cat had aloud.
come home to his familiar haunts from “Hello, old boy,” he said.
a long trip over on Papoose, and he told There was no fear in his voice, only
all the world of his return, with screams the genial, friendly tone one uses to his
to high heaven. The unearthly sound four-footed friend, and he was astonished
brought the man upright in his bed, his at himself.
hair creeping on his scalp. He was no Brush-tail was astonished too, for he
coward, but there is something in a had never heard a human voice before,
panther’s scream that chills the blood. and this one bore neither terror of his
He listened with the breath held in his presence, or challenge to his supremacy.
throat, and something that was like a It was entirely new and curious.
premonition of trouble took hold on him,
and he got up and closed the cabin’s
open door. But just as he closed it, he
H E looked long at this strange crea¬
ture with its alien smell, raising his
heard something else, something that unspeakable muzzle to sniff its scent,
was like an answer to the panther’s cry. turning his great head a bit to this side
This was so savage, so deep, so high, that and that. Then the man moved, held out
it was, if anything worse than the other, his hand. At that the wolf leaped like
a long, ululating howl. a flash back into the brush and was gone.
Brush-tail, over on the farther shoul¬ The man went on home, but he did not
der of Smoky, told his ancient enemy forget the meeting. Neither did Brush-
that he was here and unafraid. So the tail forget it, and on a moonlit night in
man knew that there was feud in the the following week he padded about the
mountains. familiar cabin which now bore this new
After that he carried his rifle whenever creature’s scent. He watched the place
he went abroad, and he took no chances carefully, sitting on his haunches in the
on trail or slope or open, always scan¬ shadow of a pine at the meadow’s edge,
ning everything in sight with careful and there were other scents on the air
eyes. He knew he was in no particular too, the sweetness of strange foods which
danger, for he was enough kin to the tickled his nostrils. There had been fish
wild to realize that neither cat nor wolf recently fried, and bacon. The man was
would harm him of its own volition— sleeping quietly—he could sleep better,
especially in summer, when the preda¬ it seemed, these long, sweet nights, did
tory creatures were fat and full fed. not cough so often; but Barney the
Winter might be another matter, but squirrel, curled on his bed’s foot, sat up
winter was not yet here. on his silver tail and screeched at the
Now, Brush-tail was not a thing to The hair on Brush-tail’s back rose in
stir sympathy in the human heart. He a ridge and his lips slavered, twitched
had lived by the law of death and he had back from his fangs. There was in him
been merciless in his adhesion to it. But a seeming of such helpless rage that the
he had not made the law. The man, man fancied he understood.
looking on him with compassion, squat¬ “Steady,” he said. “It’s too late now,
ted on his haunches in the snow, thought old man. The balance of power was
of that. against you. Must buck up.”
And he came, somehow, to align him¬ He would not have touched the wolf
self on the wolf’s side, to feel something then for a mint of money, for the animal
of the bitter hate for Slip-along. It had was tensed to spring in every muscle.
been stirred in him anyway that first But there was no further sound from
night whdn he had heard the big cat across the gulch and quiet reigned pres¬
scream. ently in Brush-tail’s despairing spirit.
So he cast about for ways and means
of saving the old king of the forests, and
by nightfall, with the aid of ropes, his
M ORE days came and went. The
broth gave place to solid food
old snowshoes for a sled, and a cunning from the precious tins and the wolf began
muzzle of cords for the swollen jaws, he to fill out between the rack of ribs.
had him home and in the tiny lean-to he He took on returning strength, but
had made for his kindling wood. though the man knew he could have
A hastily constructed fence across its walked in his narrow pen, he did not.
open side was all sufficient to form a Just stood. Waiting. Always waiting.
prison for the wolf, and the man won¬ He knew the man now as the one thing
dered at himself that night beside his connected with food, knew his smell
roaring stove. But he had a new inter¬ meant relief from hunger, that his hands,
est, a keen, sharp one, and it made the too, often on his head, his ruffed shoul¬
days more vivid. Wonderful days they ders, meant safety from famine.
were, anyway, he thought, with the new And slowly, so slowly, he came to
strength that was building in him, the move toward him, careful step by care¬
new beauty of his thought toward the ful step. The man was exultant, jubilant.
world, toward those two in Singapore. He was accomplishing something. It
“You may be right, at that,” he said. sible hole where the trout might have sur¬
“Suppose he’s eaten many a juicy mem¬ vived, where the ice had not formed. A
ber of your tribe.” small accident had happened here, too,
scant time for remembering, however. glory, how he could kick back! His hind¬
He clubbed the gun and leaped back— legs were spread apart, his tail straight
and with a snarl the panther rose in the out and fluffed to twice its natural size,
air, forelegs spread to catch him, and his back humped in a high arch to avoid
sailed toward him. He struck and the crawling, ripping hind feet of the
dodged, and the cat missed, sliding in panther. Blood was flowing from his
the snow. But something else had hap¬ shoulders. His face was covered with it.
pened in that awful flash of time. Brush- But that was panther blood. It was Slip-
tail, his own paws spread, his mouth along’s jugular that his monstrous jaws
open, his blind face ghastly in its strain¬ held—and those jaws were not still.
ing, had leaped toward the smell that was Over and over, this way and that, they
his enemy. Now he stood again beside went, clawing, tearing, the cat snarling
the man, still, straining, while Slip-along with baffled rage, the wolf silent as death.
turned, crouched, calculated, treading And as the man watched, fascinated,
the snow again. it seemed to him that he saw the balance
Rodgers. At first he saw only a flame- feared more than the jinn of the desert.
colored evening frock out of which rose Doctor Tobine rose and bowed with
a shapely pair of white shoulders. Then true French politeness.
she turned her head. “It is a great honor to meet the fa¬
“Admirable,” murmured the surgeon. mous Barrington Pasha,” he said with
“The nose a little tilted, perhaps.” obvious respect.
“But giving her a pert, intelligent “And I am desolated because I must
look,” pointed out the Intelligence of¬ take away our friend for the evening—
ficer. cet poll de carotte,” responded Barring¬
“The eyes they are dark, hein?” ton Pasha.
“Violet in tint,” said Rodgers, whose “But I’m enjoying myself, loafing,”
glance was keener. grimaced Rodgers.
“Then they match her dark hair, which “And I have a little affair to discuss,”
under the light seems to have a purple commanded Barrington Pasha.
tinge. And that neck, ma foi l So swan¬ Rodgers shrugged his shoulders.
like. It would entrance a sculptor.” “As you will,” he said resignedly.
“A worthy model for your Paris es¬ Then, to Doctor Tobine: “Au revoir,
tablishment,” smiled Rodgers. “Why mon ami. We will discuss the beauty of
not secure her services, Doctor?” your Frankenstein scalpel again.”
“Alas, she is too beautiful,” sighed “It is, to me, always a pleasure,” re¬
Doctor Tobine. “My patients would plied the surgeon, wreathing his fat face
never be satisfied in her presence.” in a smile.
And the pince-nez fell back to its
comfortable resting-place.
Through the haze of his cigarette-
B arrington pasha led his cap¬
tive to another part of the lounge.
smoke, Rodgers continued to eye the “That woman in the flame-colored
beauty. She was talking animatedly, frock,” he began. “You noticed her?”
yet commandingly, to that Swiss porter “Who could not help noticing her,”
of Shepheard’s, Adolf the admirable: said Rodgers. “Who is she ?”
Adolf, who was never perturbed, who “A very dangerous woman.”
spoke every language like a diplomat, “That is obvious.”
and who apparently never slept. Al¬ “She has come to Egypt for some sin¬
ways he was behind his counter with a ister purpose.”
medley of orange-jerseyed messengers The monocle glittered in the light.
slithering into life at the crook of his “What is the purpose?” asked the
finger. Intelligence officer quietly.
Adolf accepted her commands with re¬ Barrington Pasha twisted his mouth.
spect. The next moment the superb crea¬ “I wish I knew. It’s because I don’t
ture flaunted toward them. She moved know that I’m begging your assistance.”
with the grace of a mannequin and the “Begging, eh?”
superb aloofness of a duchess. As the “Well, I know I can’t command you,
flame-colored creation swished silkily my dear fellow. But you are the only
within a few feet of him, Rodgers sensed man I can depend upon to discover what
a subtle perfume. mischief Anna Sokolovitch is up to.”
“Ah, I should be a very poor man,” “So that is her name—Anna Sokolo¬
commented the surgeon cynically, “if vitch.”
she were not a woman in a thousand.” Barrington Pasha nodded.
“In ten thousand,” added Rodgers, “A Russian, and a good bolshevik. All
with admiration rare for him. the more dangerous because she was once
He shuffled with a final bow out of hat-box that could be purchased for
the room. Once in the corridor of the thirty piasters anywhere in Cairo.
hotel, he unrolled a piece of sacking and “And now help fasten my frock, Ab¬
stretched it before the door. He re¬ dul.”
moved his fez, and placed it delicately on She had called impatiently over her
the floor. Then with a quick agile shoulder. Paul Rodgers padded back
movement he rolled himself in the sack¬ into the room at the hotel, and the thin
ing, and couched against the door. brown fingers fumbled with the fasten¬
In five minutes he was fast asleep, a ings of her dress. Mentally he cursed
strange smile on his face. Barrington Pasha for suggesting the role
of dragoman. But it was too late to
attempt anything else.
CHAPTER III For a moment their eyes met in the
She plunged into a dark passage, Red “Are the diggers ready?” asked Anna
Rodgers padding after her. They were Sokolovitch quietly.
shown into a heavily carpeted room “Aieel My own son is one of them,”
where one dangling oil lamp threw their nodded the old man. He clapped his
giant shadows against the bare walls. hands softly.
Simultaneousl} a wizened old man with Two young Arabs, young enough not
a gray beard brushing against his gay to have beards on their chins, padded
coat also entered the room. He bowed into the room. They each carried a
low to the Russian woman. short desert spade like those used by the
“Welcome, Anna Sokolovitch. You tomb-diggers of Egypt.
come at the very hour of the moon as “Good,” approved the Russian woman,
you promised.” ' with one glance at them. “And now let
“As I promised, El Kawa,” she re¬ us motor into the desert. There is much
plied. “I plan, and the plan moves work to be done before the dawn.”
and takes shape, just as the Holy Proph¬ “It is holy work,” muttered the old
et Mahomet planned and eventually took man. “May Allah look down and bring
Mecca.” you success!”
“Allah is great. And Mahomet is his Anna Sokolovitch seemed impatient
prophet,” murmured the old man me¬ to be away. The two young Arabs
chanically. His rheumy eyes had swiv¬ with their spades were hustled into the
eled toward Rodgers. “But who is this waiting limousine. The dragoman found
effendi?” himself seated at the back alongside the
“My dragoman, Abdul. And a hater Russian woman. And on her knees she
of the English,” smiled the woman. “He nursed that empty hat-box.
knows not of the plan; yet he is a faith¬ As they lurched away into the desert,
ful son of Allah.” the Intelligence officer tried desperately
“Allah O akbar!” intoned the Red to sort out this jigsaw of impressions.
Wolf, feeling that the short silence neces¬ They rather resembled the crazy patch-
sitated it. work pattern of that jibba worn by the
He shivered slightly as the biting wind he bent to his task, shoveling sand from
came stirring the sand at his feet. Over¬ a long trench, the Intelligence officer
head were a myriad bright stars. Shafts wondered again at the madness of the
of light from the car lamps made ghostly task. They might have been four men
the waste of sand beyond. and a woman trying to move the Nubian
Anna Sokolovitch sat on the running- Desert, for all the effect the thudding
board. With an electric torch she bent spades had.
over a roughly drawn map which she After an hour he removed another gar¬
brought from the folds of her cloak. ment. The lamp was replenished. As
Beside her was a pocket-compass, gleam¬ its gleam lit up his slim athletic body
ing in the darkness. This she also con¬ bent over the trench in the sand, he was
sulted. conscious that the ghostly figure in the
A few moments later she stood up, white cloak was regarding him with in¬
and solemnly paced ten steps. Then terest. He could only sense those violet
once again she consulted the map and eyes in the darkness. But their gaze
compass. Rodgers waited expectantly. was upon him.
The old fox Barrington Pasha was right, At the end of the second hour the
after all. This Russian woman was no chauffeur groaned and collapsed. Rodg¬
mere tourist. But for what was she ers turned. He saw that the two Arabs
searching? Treasure? were lying prone, resting.
“Dig here!” her voice suddenly com¬ “Kick them awake and make them
manded in the darkness. dig! ” came a soft low voice in the dark¬
The two Arabs with their spades hur¬ ness. “And hurry! In two hours it will
ried forward. be daylight! ”
rington Pasha. It was addressed to Doc¬ “It will be a pleasure,” murmured the
tor Henri Tobine at Shepheard’s Hotel, Governor General.
and read: The dinner proceeded with official de¬
COME TO KHARTOUM BY PLANE AT ONCE corum.
BRINGING YOUR SCALPEL. URGENT CASE. Across the black waste of waters which
GENEROUS FEE AND EXPENSES. were the two Niles, crowds were gather¬
PAUL RODGERS. ing in that spacious dusty square where
“If I know the Doctor he won’t be the shattered remains of the Mahdi’s
able to resist,” murmured Rodgers with tomb still stood. There was a time when
a smile. all the slave-trails of Africa led to Om¬
The drums of Omdurman were sound¬ durman. Something of the dusky Afri¬
ing. A few tourists dining in the spacious can melange could be seen in the crowd
room of the Grand Hotel heard the thud¬ gathering on that night.
ding sound as it came across that waste
of waters where the Blue Nile and the
White Nile meet. Khartoum was quiet.
C OAL-BLACK Nubians rubbed shoul¬
ders with lithe coffee-colored Arabs.
After a sultry day the guests of the Long-legged Shilluks from the swamps
Grand Hotel were lazily indifferent to stalked among wild fuzzy-haired Nuers.
happenings in the native city of Omdur¬ Old slave-raiders from Kordofan stroked
man across the waters. their beards while standing alongside the
At the palace, the Governor General blood-drinking Dinkas. And showing
of the Sudan, Sir Michael Fyfe, was giv¬ in the flickering torches and lamps car¬
ing a small but elaborate dinner-party in ried by many were the color-patched
honor qf a visiting politician from Eng¬ jibbas hidden so long by the dervishes.
land. The politician, who was display¬ The cosmopolitan crowd jostled and
ing more interest in the wine-cellar of scrambled in the huge square. Soon all
the palace than the problems of the Su¬ were swaying, moved by one recurring
dan, was blissfully happy. rhythm, the thudding of the drums.
“How romantic those drums sound in Within the holy tomb, facing this
the distance! ” remarked the politician’s black and brown mass, was a little group
wife gushingly. “Do you think they are of figures. Startlingly prominent was a
in our honor, Sir Michael ?” beautiful white woman wearing a flame-
“Let us hope so,” replied the Governor colored evening gown. Her white
General laconically. shoulders gleamed; her violet eyes were
gaudy kuftan and the red fez who stood The Russian woman raised both her
at her side. Moslem priests were bowed white arms to command-silence. In that
among the ruins of the tomb, chanting flame-colored frock, which seemed to
praises from the Koran. The crowd also blaze in the torchlight, her blue-black
chanted in unison. hair streaked by the night wind, she was
Anna Sokolovitch held up her hand. indeed a superb figure, a prophetess
“It was the Mahdi of Allah who come to Omdurman.
stormed and captured Khartoum. Your “Before I show you the head of Allah’s
fathers, O faithful ones, were his war¬ holy one,” she cried, “I am going to give
riors. Tonight you can follow in their you a blood-sacrifice. It is a sacrifice
footsteps. Khartoum awaits a conqueror. that will bring you victory. Here in this
The city is yours to take. Are you true sacred tomb despoiled by the British, let
sons of your brave fathers ?” us sprinkle the ruins with the blood of an
“Lead us to the attack!” cried the enemy in our midst.”
crowd. “An enemy in our midst!”
The violet eyes were drunk with The words sent an uneasy thrill
power. through the crowd. Even the drums
“The head of the Mahdi of Allah shall seemed to rumble into a menacing mut¬
lead you,” she went on. ter.
“Aiee! Show us the head.” “Who is the enemy ?” cried a priest.
Anna Sokolovitch made a gesture to Anna Sokolovitch pointed a finger in
the dragoman. He bent down and held the direction of the dragoman.
forth in his hands the hat-box from Cairo. “Here is the enemy. A snake in the
desert; Paul Rodgers, known as the Red
Wolf of Arabia! Look upon him for
yourselves.”
With a contemptuous gesture her hand
knocked away the red fez. The flaming
crop of Red Rodgers was revealed. And
the mutter that passed through the crowd
told that his adventures were not un¬
known in the suk of Omdurman.
“He was sent by the English to spy
out my plans, but he discovered them
THE DRUMS OF OMDURMAN 67
too late. And I penetrated his disguise. ders in Arabic came through a mega¬
What is the penalty for a spy?” phone.
“Death!” shrieked the crowd. “All to your homes! Anyone found in
A dozen knives flashed forth. Paul this square within five minutes will be
Rodgers faced them. Except for a shot. To your houses!”
slight tightening of the muscles, a tense There was a scutter of thousands of
attitude, he showed no surprise. The naked feet in the dust. A black ava¬
violet eyes gazed at him wickedly. lanche poured out of the square. The
“And I shall look upon your head, dark streets of Omdurman saw slinking
Paul Rodgers,” she said in French, “as I figures going like rats to their holes. The
looked upon the head of the Mahdi of drums ceased. Relentlessly those lights
Allah in my room at the hotel of Wadi criss-crossed, searching the huge square
Haifa. A head for a head, hein?” until the last of the mob had disappeared.
decapitated by a train rather than endure I had known that you were Paul Rodg¬
this life. Poor devil! His remains ers, the famous Red Wolf of Arabia, for
served his country like a true patriot.” over five days. I could have had you
“And now for the second question: killed easily within that time.”
Where is the mummified head of the “Why didn’t you?”
Mahdi of Allah ?” She hesitated. The engines of the air
Rodgers shook his head. liner suddenly burst from the tick-tock
“That, cher ami, must be my own of preparation into the roar that told of
secret. Let it be sufficient to say that it immediate departure. A gust of wind
is resting somewhere in the great desert and sand swept toward them.
again. And I have not drawn a map of “Because I was in love with you.”
the locality. ... So good-by, and a The whisper came above the drone of
thousand thanks.” the engines. She extended an ungloved
white hand.
"COME day you must visit me in “Good-by, Paul. At least I have to
O Paris,” smiled Doctor Tobine. “You thank you for nothing worse than banish¬
may need my scalpel. Do you know ment from Egypt and the Sudan. But I
what I am studying now?” have hard taskmasters to face in Russia.
“No.” They will not easily forgive my failure.”
“How to change the color of the hair Impulsively Red Rodgers bent over
by surgical operation.” that slim hand and kissed it. Something
Red Rodgers laughed. like a sob escaped the woman. She
“Thank you, but I prefer my own as drew back her hand and ran toward the
it is.” waiting plane. A few moments later the
They took leave of each other with air-liner was nosing into the sky, head¬
Gallic bows. Then Rodgers walked ing for the north.
over to another passenger who was pro¬ The Intelligence officer returned to the
ceeding to Cairo by the air-liner. It was Grand Hotel. A telegram awaited him.
a woman dressed in a pearl-gray frock. He tore it open and read:
“Good-by, Anna Sokolovitch,” he said SPLENDID WORK.
quietly. BARRINGTON.
Violet eyes in which the luster had At the same time a splendidly uni¬
been dimmed, regarded him. Some¬ formed messenger from the Palace hand¬
thing like a wry smile twisted her rouged ed him a large official envelope. It
lips. announced that the Governor General,
“I think I like you best as a drago¬ Sir Michael Fyfe, would be pleased if
man,” she murmured, looking at his Mr. Paul Rodgers could dine at the
well-cut white suit of European garb. Palace that evening.
“When did you first discover that Rodgers turned to the hotel porter.
Abdul the dragoman was really Paul “Isn’t there a train leaving for Port
Rodgers?” he asked. Sudan today?” he asked.
“That morning in Wadi Haifa,” she “Yes sir. In an hour’s time.”
replied, “when you watched me in the “Book me a seat and have my bag¬
mirror. For one fleeting moment I gage packed,” he ordered.
realized that you were not an Arab. A
pity that I did not continue to watch the
head of the Mahdi instead of watching
H E had a sudden nostalgia for a
glimpse of that glittering Red Sea
the disguised dragoman! It was clever on which he had sailed and adventured
of you to substitute the head of Gordon a hundred times. It was a nostalgia
Pasha.” which had seized him even in the con¬
“You were playing a dangerous game, fines of Paris and Berlin. Now he could
too dangerous for a woman,” he replied. give way to it.
She nodded. He seated himself at a writing-table
“Yes; it was because I was a woman to scribble a polite refusal to the invita¬
I lost.” tion to dinner at the Palace. And even
“You were brave, Anna Sokolovitch.” as he wrote, a hotel boy came into the
“But not brave enough. Do you lounge carrying some of his baggage.
realize what was, for me, the hardest “There is an empty hat-box here, sir.
moment of all?” Will you take it with you?”
“I should like to know.” Last pathetic relic of Anna Sokolo¬
“The moment when I denounced you vitch !
to that mob in the square at Omduman. “¥6s; put it aboard the train,” he said.
zjifter <J/porlds (Collide
The Story Thus Far:
A STRONOMERS had discovered that
By Edwin Balmer
/\ two new planets were sweeping
1 a toward the earth on an orbit that Illustrated by
would bring about a collision with one of
them. Its companion planet was smaller; And then one night—they heard the
its path, while carrying it close to the drone of an airplane overhead, caught
world, would bear it by. So, before the the flash of a wing-surface. But the visi¬
cataclysm, there might be—might be—a tor vanished without signal or landing.
chance of escape. Definite perils, moreover, beset this
How some human beings prepared loneliest company of adventurers in all
their escape from the earth, and how history. Terrific showers of meteors—
they accomplished it, by means of an ark presumably fragments of the old earth
of the air—a giant space-ship driven —bombarded them from time to time.
rocket-like by the new atomic engines— And three of the men—three of those
already has been told. This is the chron¬ who had examined the wrecked machine
icle of their adventures on this new —died of a strange illness.
world of Bronson Beta. It seemed essential to learn more of
They had landed near the coast of a this new world they had exchanged for
great sea. And directed by their leader the old; and to this end they built a
the old scientist Cole Hendron, they es¬ small airship out of the wrecked space¬
tablished a temporary camp and ex¬ ship. Hendron’s right-hand man Tony
plored the immediate vicinity. They Drake, with the writer Eliot James, was
found a river of sweet water near by, and chosen to make an exploration flight.
a valley green with mosses and ferns It was a thing astonishing indeed
whose spores had withstood the age-long which these two pioneers of a new planet
cold which Bronson Beta had endured found some hundreds of miles away: a
since it had been torn away from its orig¬ great city of the Unknown People who
inal sun—until now, when our sun was aeons ago had inhabited Bronson Beta,
warming it again. More, they found a perfectly preserved under a gigantic
long smooth-paved road extending into dome of some transparent metal. And
the far distance, and a tablet of some in exploring this long-dead city, they
unknown substance inscribed with what came upon the portrait of a woman, dif¬
might have been writing. And they came fering but slightly from the women of
upon a wreck of a machine, a vehicle, earth! God then indeed had made man
apparently, built of some unknown crim¬ in His Own image!
son metal. Had it been driven, aeons ago, After three days, Drake and James set
by human beings, or by creatures of an¬ out again—and found David Ransdell
other sort? with those of another American space¬
ship who had survived a disastrous land¬
ing. Most of thfeir equipment had been
lost, as well as many lives; and Tony’s
arrival was for them a promise of rescue.
They too, moreover, had been visited by
a strange airplane which neither landed
nor signaled.
Leaving James and taking Ransdell,
Tony flew back to Hendron’s camp, then
returned alone with a radio and other
urgently needed supplies to the survivors
of the second ship. Having delivered
these, he took two men—Peter Vander¬
bilt and Jack Taylor—with him, and set
out once more for the first encampment.
Copyright, 193S.-J4, by The McC»K CMtpauy ;Tbe Blue Book Magazine). All rights reserved.
This first novel ever written from a cosmic viewpoint
comes here to its great climax—as the daring survivors of
Earth’s doomsday, who have escaped to another and pre¬
viously inhabited planet, fight out their amazing destiny.
71
72 THE BLUE BOOK MAGAZINE
“No; not then. They talked about through a long, close conduit like a great
our women in their own tongues. But I pipe.”
did not need to understand the words to “Carried?” repeated Tony, as the oth¬
know they were talking about—women.” ers in the group excitedly crowded closer
“I see,” said Tony. to catch the weak word. “How did they
“They did talk to me in English later carry you?”
—two of them did.”
He stopped again. "IN a car. They sat me up in some sort
“What did they tell you?” I of small car which ran very rap¬
“Tell me?” repeated Von Beitz. idly—and, I am sure, underground. I
“Nothing. They asked me.” could feel enough of it with my hands to
“Asked you what?” be sure it was not what we would call
“About you—about us. They wanted a passenger-car. I am sure now, from
to know what we knew, how far we had what I felt at the time, and what I
progressed in mastering the secrets of learned later, that it was a work-car,
the Old People.” built by the Old People for their work¬
“Ah!” said Tony. men in the conduit. I was taken into
“They were here—those four—before a power tunnel, I believe, and transport¬
we moved into this city. They were ed in a work-car through the conduit to
sent here as similar squads of them the other city. Certainly when, after a
were sent to every other city accessible time I can only estimate as hours, I was
to them. You see, they moved into brought up to daylight, it was in the city
their city—which apparently was the old occupied by Russians and Japanese, and
capital of this planet or at least of this with them, on the same terms, some Ger¬
continent—long before we made any mans. There are also English there, men
move at all.” and women; but not on the same terms
“Yes,” said Tony. “That’s clear.” as the others.”
“Our delay,” breathed Von Beitz, “laid “Go on!” begged several voices.
on us a great handicap.” He did not “They let me see the city—and them¬
continue that criticism, but observed: selves,” said Von Beitz. “It is a great
“For they grasped the essentials of the city—greater than this, and very beau¬
situation almost at once. It lay, of tiful. It offers them everything that
course, in mastery of the mechanics of they could have dreamed of—and more!
the ancient civilization. So they seized It makes them, as they succeed in mas¬
at once and occupied the key city; and tering its secrets, like gods! Or they
they dispatched a squad to each of the think so!”
other cities, to explore and bring back “Like gods! ”
to them whatever might be useful.” “Yes,” said Von Beitz, “that is our
“Lord of my love,” she whispered, in thing about what had just happened;
her own ecstasy. “Lord of my love,” she he didn’t even know that Von Beitz had
repeated; and holding him, went on: returned. When I told him, he only
stared at me; he wondered why I’d men¬
To whom in vassalage,
tioned it. He was living in something
Thy merit hath my duty strongly knit.
far more exciting. He’d found the rec¬
“Oh,” said Tony. ord, Tony, of the Other People when
“I memorized it as a child, Tony, they first discovered the star of their doom
never guessing *at its meaning till now. approaching! He was looking for you;
How could Shakespeare have found he wants to report to you what happened
words, dear, for so many feelings? . . . here, Tony, a million years ago! ”
This place was planned for love, Tony.” But Tony not yet could leave her. “If
“Yes.” it’s waited a million years, it can wait,”
“They loved here, Tony; some couple he said, “ten minutes more.”
very young—a million years ago. We
lie on their couch. . . . Where are they ?”
“Where we, sometime, shall probably CHAPTER XVII
be; but why think of that ? ‘From fair¬
At the Mercy of the Midianites
est creatures'—finish that for me, Eve,
can you?”
“The first sonnet, you mean?”
T ONY found Philbin with Duquesne,
to whom the linguist had brought his
“I don’t know the number; but I version of the records he had decoded.
knew it once—at Groton. I had to learn The French astronomer strode about
it to get into Harvard for the college the table in his excitement.
board examinations. Wait: I’ve got more “We may picture now, with some con¬
of it: fidence,” he proclaimed to Tony, “the
original situation ot this planet—the
“From fairest creatures we desire increase,
place which it occupied in the universe
That thereby beauty’s rose shall never die”
when the people, who have provided these
“Where are Harvard, and Groton, now, cities for us, lived.
Tony?” “Its star—its sun—was, as we know,
“With Nineveh and Tyre; but you’re in the south. Eleven planets, of which
here—and beauty’s rose shall never die. this was one, circled that sun. This
. . . And by God, no one will take you planet, and the one which we called Bron¬
from me—or freeze you in the cold, if son Alpha, were the fifth and sixth in
I don’t let you go.” order of distance away from their sun.
“You’ve the diagram that Von Beitz They were more closely associated than
brought ?” any other two planets; in fact, this planet
“I’ve seen it—studied it. He did revolved about Bronson Alpha almost
well; but not enough. We know now like a moon. But it was not like our
where is the great central power-station; moon, which was always a dead world.
but we don’t know how to get to it. We It was Bronson Alpha, the greater planet,
don’t know even how they get in and which bore no life; it was this planet—
out of this city.” the smaller of the two—which bore life.
“You think they still do?” And what a splendid order of life it bore
“We can’t say that they don’t. Un¬ at the end of its time!
doubtedly Von Beitz was right; he was “It seems to have been about two hun¬
taken out by way of some conduit. We’ll dred years before the end that the people
have to find that first, and stop it up on this planet began to appreciate that
or guard it; and then there may be a a star was approaching which was to
dozen underground doors leading any¬ tear them away from their sun and cast
where, for purposes we’ve not progressed them out into utter darkness and cold.
enough to guess. We’ve got to catch There appear to have been living on this
up on the old records of this place— world, at that time, about one billion
though it’s plain that some of them have people.”
been removed by the men who captured “One billion people! ” Tony exclaimed.
Von Beitz. Yet we’ve an awful lot to Philbin nodded. “One thousand mil¬
learn that we can learn.” lion—about two-thirds of the population
“Tony, it’s perfectly fascinating—and of our earth before our destruction began.
terrible, some of it. I met Professor I have found reference to earlier condi¬
Philbin when I was coming here. I never tions of this planet which indicates that
saw him so excited. He didn’t know any¬ at' one time the total population here
AFTER WORLDS COLLIDE 77
might have been similar to ours. They
had solved sanitation problems, and
health and nutrition difficulties, at least
a thousand years earlier; and for cen¬
turies their population grew rapidly; yet
I believe that they never had quite the
total population of our earth.
“After they became scientific and
gained control of their living conditions,
—and the conditions of birth,—they
seem to have reduced their total num¬
ber to about a billion. They seem to
have stabilized at that figure.
“For centuries there seems to have
been little change, except locally; they
kept their birth-rate approximately level
with their death rate. The thousand
million of people were spread fairly
evenly, in cities, towns and villages, over
the best parts of this planet. Civiliza¬
tion seems to have spread and been es¬
tablished everywhere, though the people
were not everywhere homogeneous. It
is perfectly plain that they had developed
at least six different races of men, with
some forty or fifty subdivisions distin¬
guished by what we called ‘national’
characteristics. I have not yet been able
to make out the form of their govern¬
ment at the time prior to the approach
of the destroying star; but it is clear
that war either was very rare or had
been completely abandoned.
“They had come to provide for them¬
selves a very high quality of life; they
seemed to have established throughout
their globe both peace and comfort—
when their scientists saw their fatal star
approaching.”
“Go on,” said Tony, when Philbin
halted. “Or can’t you?”
“Yes. I know a little more of what
they did at that time—or at least how
they felt—that billion people who used
to live on this earth.”
with this enormous artistic and archi¬ as to whether the approaching star would
tectural ability, he had an insatiable tear this planet completely away from
curiosity and interest in personalities. its sun, or would merely alter its orbit
He kept a most careful diary, which is so as to make the climate, for part of
like nothing so much as Samuel Pepys’. the year, very much colder. Lagon Itol
Think of this remarkable man—Lagon considered both of those possibilities.
Itol—as an amazingly vital, vigorous He made a plan for survival under colder
blending of our Michelangelo and Sam¬ conditions; he also speculated on the
uel Pepys. possibilities of survival even in the dark
“He records on this page,”—Philbin and cold of space.
spread it before Tony and Duquesne,— “Lagon Itol himself did not believe
“his first fear, if you will call it that, of that was the probability. The approach
the star. of the star was not to be a near passing,
“This is how I translate his words: except in astronomical terms; it would
‘“Colk called today. He says the not come within a billion miles of the
star Borak will certainly disturb us— sun of Bronson Beta. It was certain to
or rather the great-grandchildren of our affect the orbit of this planet; but would
great-grandchildren. It presents us a it make that orbit wholly unstable?
pretty problem for survival.’ “Lagon Itol seems to have proceeded
“Now the inspiring, and the exciting on the assumption it would not. On this
thing,” exclaimed Philbin, “is to follow day, on this page, he discusses that. On
how this Lagon Itol immediately set to this next page, he is discussing the effects
work to plan a scheme of survival for of the uses of kliil.”
these people—though the need for that “Klul?” asked Tony.
scheme would not come until the time of “Apparently it was a drug they used
his great-grandchildren’s grandchildren.” to make the air more exhilarating—or
ago, machines which had been repaired In the unbreathing, Stygian oppressive¬
and were operated by the Midianites. ness of the dining-hall, Tony arose—an
For the power-impulses continued to invisible figure. He felt blotted out. He
come; and this fact persuaded many, wondered whether his voice, when he
in the city of Hendron-Khorlu, that a spoke, could be heard.
change of heart must have affected the “They’ve done it, my friends. This is
party of men from earth who held con¬ nd accident, no failure which they will
trol of thecapitol of the Vanished People. repair. They have shut off our power-
They had come to their senses, some source. So immediately we put into ef¬
were sure as they worked, under the fect our plans for this emergency; we go
shield of the city of Hendron-Khorlu, at under the power-loss orders which you
the emergency measures which the coun¬ all already know.”
cil of the Central Authority had ordered. Matches were struck and applied to
But if some believed in the mercy of torches previously fixed on brackets
the men who had taken over the capital about the hall. Everybody pretended to
that controlled the conditions in all the like it; everybody sat down again. Din¬
cities, others did not become so credulous. ner went on in a medieval gloom.
“When are they going to shut us off ?” Ransdell, charged with the security of
they asked each other; and when they the streets, went out and inspected the
did not utter the words, they wanted to. guard positions where he was challenged
The waiting had become an obsession. by his sentries, who examined him in
They felt themselves teased and tan¬ the glare of flashlights attached to con¬
talized by this unceasing, silent provi¬ denser batteries; but the stored electric¬
sion of light and heat and power which ity was to be used but sparingly. The
kept them comfortable—indeed in lux¬ company had charged the batteries by
ury—under the dome of the great trans¬ the thousand; but what were they
parent shield when the world without against the darkness and cold to come?
was frozen. Combustible substances must be used
Many gasped aloud. “Whathappened?” “You were, monsieur, in the year of this
voices asked. “A world plague? The planet the sixteenth thousand, five hun¬
Black Death?” dred and eighty-fourth, Ecliptic. I re¬
“No plague, no unusual death,” the turn you to it.”
little linguist continued. “Merely a ces¬ “It was a remarkable year,” said the
sation of births—or what must have little linguist, thrillingly, “if for no other
been, for a time, almost a cessation. reason, because of the production of the
Would we have done differently? Who tremendous pessimistic poem ‘Talon.’
of us brought babies into the world, in “I translate the original title—Talon,
our last two years, only to be destroyed ? a claw. The Talon of Time was meant.
How many of us would have wanted The people here understood the awful
children against a destruction if it was circle of the life, and death, of worlds as
still a hundred years away? M. Duquesne has just sketched it. The
“What happened to this planet was poet of ‘Talon’ was the Omar Khayyam
one of the things that might have hap¬ of their days of facing their fate. So in
pened to our earth—” a poem of marvelous power he pictures
road where the shadow of a post placed ride in the dark. . . . Hello, here’s our
by the Ancient People lay long and relief.” And Jack hailed the pair who
faint upon the ground. appeared in the twilight of the street;
“There goes the sun,” he said. “And he passed them his report, “Everything
gosh, it’s cold already! But we can quiet,” and he started up the street with
burn things to keep warm. It’s humiliat¬ Eliot toward his quarters.
ing as hell; but we can burn old wood
or grain, or a thousand things, and keep "VV/HAT’S the hurry, soldiers?” some
warm for a while, anyway. Physically, W one softly hailed from the dark¬
we’re not forced to go to them; but can ness of a hooded doorway. It was a girl’s
we be men—and stay away?” voice, teasing, provocative.
Both men halted.
"rT",HAT’S it,” Jack commended his “Who are you?”
i friend. “That’s it exactly.” “Please, soldiers, we’re only friends
“I know,” said Eliot. “I was never caught out in the dark and needing pro¬
so mad in my life as the night when they tection.”
cut off our light and heat. I could have Jack laughed, and knew her before he
done anything—if I could have got to turned on his flashlight. “Marian,” he
them, for it. It was the most infuriating demanded, “what are you doing here,
thing I ever felt.” and who’s with you?”
“Are you telling me?” said Jack. “You Then her companion, Shirley Cotton,
thought you were alone in that feeling ?” made herself known.
“Of course not; but I can’t laugh at it “We were hoping,” Marian Jackson
yet. Can you ?” said, as the two girls walked along with
“No; and I never expect to—until I the two young men, “for somebody to
can fix that feeling.” come by who knows how to turn on the
“But how can we fix it?” heat again, not to speak of the lights.”
“Exactly. How can we? How in the “Were you in that building?” Eliot
world—how on Bronson Beta, Jack, are asked her.
we going to be able to get at them?” “We were; and I tell you, it’s hard
“Tony’d like to know; but it’s got to to open doors now that the power’s off.
be without too great a risk. He won’t They stick terribly.”
have us killed—not too many, anyway.” “What were you doing in that build¬
“Well, how many of us would he think ing? You know you shouldn’t have
it worth while to lose, if we took Gor- gone in from the street alone.”
fulu?” “Sure I know,” agreed Marian blandly.
“Do you think you know how to do “But where have we got by obeying all
it? . . . Whew, that chill certainly your nice orders?”
comes on.” “What were you doing, Marian?”
“Sun’s gone; and damn’ little of it “Shall we tell them, Shirley?”
there was to go. We simply weren’t “Why not?”
made to be this far away from the sun.” “Well,” said Marian, speaking care¬
“Half a year from now, you’ll be say¬ fully as though she might be overheard,
ing we weren’t made to be as near the “we decided we’d see what we could do
sun as we’ll be.” as baits.”
“If we live till then.” “Baits?”
“Yes; and if this cock-eyed world “Baits. The chunks of meat trappers
decides to do a decent orbit really around used to put in traps, and like minnows
the sun, and not go sliding off into space, on hooks—baits, you know. My idea.”
as it’s done before.” “Then,” said Jack generously, “it must
“What makes you say that? Do you have been a pippin. Baits. I’ve got
think Duquesne and Eiffenstein are giv¬ the general underlying scheme of you
ing us a run-around? They say we’re girls now; go on.”
coming back, and too close to the old sun “But there’s nothing to go on to;
for comfort.” nothing happened.”
“Yes,” agreed Jack. “But do they “The fish didn’t come?”
know? Does anybody know until the “No nibble. No. But give us time,
old apple does it—or doesn’t do it? boy. There’s some way, we know, by
Somebody certainly must have told the which somebody still gets in and out of
people who built these cities that they this city. The idea is, we hope he—or
were going to stay in sight, at least, of they, if they’re two of ’em—will try to
some sun; and they certainly took a long grab us. We’ll go along.”
AFTER WORLDS COLLIDE 87
“Sabine-women stuff, Eliot,” Shirley say the least. There was no need in that
put in. city, constructed on its splendid scale
“What?” asked Marian Jackson. for some two millions of people, for any¬
“I’ll tell you later, dear,” Shirley of¬ one now to be niggardly of room. Each
fered. of the emigrants from earth could choose
“Oh,” sniffed Marian. “Deep stuff! his own dwelling-place, so long as it was
Well, anything they didn’t teach in the approved for its security.
first six grades of the St. Louis grammar Peter Vanderbilt had chosen what
schools is lost on me. Still, you got me would have been called, on earth, a pent¬
curious. What did the Sabine women do, house—a roof-dwelling, built, he was
Shirley?” sure, by some connoisseur of living.
“They went along,” Shirley told her, The place delighted Peter; it was on a
“with the men from the other city, who roof but near an edge of the city where
grabbed them.” the shield sloped steeply down; so the
“And then what did they do, darling ?” roof there was not high, and was easily
“They stayed with them as willing reached by foot, after the power failed.
little wives.” Also it was especially well adapted for
“No stabbing after they found the habitation in the present emergency
way in and out?” when the heating apparatus prepared for
“No,” said Shirley. “That’s where the the city had failed or rather, had been
Sabine women were different.” cut off. For the original builders had
Jack Taylor whistled softly. “So that’s allowed for no such emergency; they
what you little girls were up to ?” he said. had been dealing with elements respect¬
“Perhaps it’s just as well we came along. ing which they had no reason to allow
But they rather show us up, eh, Eliot?” for that factor of failure—the itnernal
i
long, restless periods; and tonight Eliot
ames, Jack Taylor and Peter Vander-
ilt, with two more of the younger men
gathered.
“Wonderful place you have, Peter,”
said Whittington, looking around. He
—Crosby and Whittington—met for a had not visited it before, and he went
midnight discussion. about examining the metal panels of
Tony was not called to this informal mountain, woodland, marsh and sea, all
council of his friends; nor was Ransdell; splendid in the colors of enamel paints
for Tony, though personally the same baked on.
with all of them, yet was Chief of the Peter asked him: “Are you compli¬
Central Authority; he bore the responsi¬ menting me ? All I’ve done is to choose
bility; and if he forbade the enterprise it. . . Do you know, not a thing was
on foot, his friends could scarcely pro¬ flecked or rubbed, not a thing was worn.
ceed. So it was agreed not to let him The man who made it never used it.”
know. And Ransdell, too—being charged “It seems so with most of the build¬
with the security of the city—had better ings,” said Whittington. “It seems they
learn about the plan much later. must have gone on building them to com¬
The five had gathered in Vanderbilt’s plete their plan, after they knew they
quarters—which were not cramped, to themselves would never fill them.”
88 THE BLUE BOOK MAGAZINE
“What else could they d«,” asked controls by intimidation; and no form of
Eliot, who had thought much about this, government is more merciless and effi¬
“while they waited? Could they just cient—at least at first. And this is very
wait—for slow annihilation?” early in the life of this particular des¬
“Philbin,” said Vanderbilt, “rendered potism.”
a couple of lines of his poem ‘Talon.’ He “There is a building which they call
says it gives no idea of the enormous mel¬ the Citadel,” Jack Taylor said, as if he
ancholy of the original; but as he said had heard none of this. “It held the
modestly, it is better than no translation offices of administration of the Old Peo¬
at all: ple. Seidel occupies it with his inner
“ ‘And now the winds flow liquid, ring.
The sole cascades to seek the sea. “If three of us could get in—or two of
At last these awful streams themselves are us—and kill ten of them,—the ten top
hardened. men, including Seidel,—we’d—”
The air that once was breath is metal, frozen. “What?”
Where, then, are we?’ ” “We’d at least be able to start some¬
back to guide Taylor and Vanderbilt She pointed out that the American
and help him with Crosby. Meanwhile, parties—both of them from both ships
Eliot had found the work-car which trav¬ —were composed of fools. She congratu¬
eled in the tube beside the great cables lated herself that she had not been cho¬
to the transformers. It was part of the sen by them to join them; she had made
equipment made by the Other People them take her.
which the Midianites were using when This was true; and Seidel had learned
they traveled back and forth. that it was true, from his spies in the
The five had hardly got into the tube; city. Marian was tired, she said, of nin¬
and Vanderbilt was helping Crosby to nies from America who had chosen them¬
the car, when the man who had escaped selves to people this planet. They
led another group of the guard under¬ couldn’t even keep themselves warm!
ground. Eliot and Whittington turned Seidel had Marian assigned to quar¬
back to fight them; and Vanderbilt and ters close to his in the Citadel.
Taylor turned too.
It was revolvers and knives and iron
bars—anything was a weapon at close
D URING the second day, she got a
good view of the local situation,
quarters. learning, among other things, that Seidel
Everybody was wounded; but the five had taken very clever measures to protect
got away on the car, with Crosby dying. himself against the always-feared upris¬
Power was on; and lights were on. The ing of the serfs: All the outer rooms sur¬
whole tunnel was illuminated; and the rounding his suite were equipped with
track of the car in the huge conduit was sprays which, upon pressing a lever,
clear. spread stupefying and paralyzing gas—
Eliot James put on the power, full. the same gas which the Midianites had
He saw the chance to surprise Gorfulu; used in the attack on Hendron’s camp.
he saw the probability, too, that some Also, Seidel had learned the use of
signal might be sent ahead by the sur¬ klul. Indeed, he was addicted to klul,
vivors of the fight in the tube. but he had let no one but the chemist
But there was a chance—a chance! who supplied him with the drug, know it.
ordered her to throw off her garment and “Where from?” challenged Ransdell
dive into the water with him. wonderingly.
“Why do you keep it clutched about “Where from?” repeated the English¬
you?” he demanded. man. “Out of slavery, I’d say! I came
In a moment, she showed him; for he to tell you. We’ve taken over the city,
tried to tear off her kimono, and she let since that girl of yours stabbed Seidel
go with her hand, which had been hold¬ and gassed the rest of the ring! We’ve
ing, under the cloth, a knife. taken over the city! ”
She stabbed him as he reached for her. “Who?” demanded Ransdell; and an¬
She left the dagger in him as he stag¬ swered himself: “Oh, you mean the
gered back. He cursed her, and found English! Then Taylor and James and
his alarm signal before he pulled out the Vanderbilt and the five of them got in! ”
knife, threw it at her—and died. “The five?” repeated Griggsby-Cook.
Marian heard them at the door. For “It was a girl that got in! She did for
a moment she was dizzy; perhaps the Seidel in his bath—like Charlotte Corday
klul was affecting her. She picked up with Marat!
the knife, with which she had killed him, “Then she gassed a lot more. . . There
and armed herself with it again. Then was nothing to it when we got wind of
she remembered the protection he had that, and rose against them. I say, we’ve
prepared for himself against the uprising quite taken over the city! I buzzed off
of the serfs. to tell you chaps. Didn’t take time to
She pulled the lever that sprayed all learn the trick of this plane myself; so
the outer rooms with the stupefying gas I pistoled one of their pilots into taking
—the rooms filled with his friends, the me. But he’s good now, isn’t he?”
most dependable and trustworthy of Ransdell nodded; for the pilot was
those who had supported him. meekly waiting.
argument, even if only for the time be¬ “Suppose t’ey holdt gun against my
ing. Vanderberg had remained after he belly—ask where iss jewels?”
went out, to ask if there was anything “Say the Captain came to you yester¬
they wanted him to do. day—worried about the stuff, made you
Bremerton nodded. get it out, took it all up to his cabin,
“Yes, Van—we want to show you where he probably had some place to
something. But keep it quiet for the hide it.”
present until we find out what’s going “H-m-m—yess—t’at might work. Pe-
to happen. First—look at this gun. cause I open t’e vault for t’em—t’ey see
Could Tietjen have fired at merely the he iss empty—I say search my room
length of his arm from his head with¬ andt my office. Ja! You weesh to know
out having powder-burns all over his where I hide t’e stuff?”
face? That one point settles it! You “No—just as well that we don’t. But
were not in here—we saw you on the we do want your promise that you’ll
bridge when the shot was fired. None take it out of that vault as! soon as we
of the passengers would have attempted leave you. O’Brien and the crew will
going up the ladder, knowing the rules have their hands full tonight—too full
as they do. Nobody else but O’Brien to go after the jewels; but they’re figur¬
was up here. I’m wrapping up this gun ing out some scheme which is good
in a bit of newspaper and taking it be¬ enough to work under normal condi¬
low where I can blow some flour against tions.”
it—I got a good camera in my state¬ As the pair left the purser’s office,
room. I’m also taking along the Cap¬ the bugle sounded for dinner. When
tain’s sheet of the Banda and Arafura Joyce had changed his shirt and coat,
seas, with his copy of the Admiralty he stepped along into Bremerton’s suite
Sailing Directions for the Eastern and asked if he was: figuring on letting
Archipelago. There are duplicates in the mate and his cronies succeed.
the chart-room, so you’ll not need these “Not in the final show-down—hell,
for navigating.” no! But just at present we can’t do a
send many a Malay junk to the bot¬ you’d better come with us—keeping In
tom. Well-found steamers in these days sight all the time. Let those in the
will stand pretty much anything Father other boats go anywhere they like. They
Neptune hatches up, but when one’s can’t go far without hitting something.
plates and rivets are bitten with rust, she There’s good drinking water on Roma,
does take in more water than is good for and a Koninklijke boat from Damma ev¬
her equilibrium; and the Van Joort had ery three months picking up copra, I
loaded in more of the Banda Sea than her suppose.”
builders ever intended. By morning the “Ja—andt shell in t’e years when she
typhoon, of which only the outer edge iss nodt tabu. I say—Mynheer Bremer¬
had struck them, disappeared to the ton—t’ere iss one leetle choke on t’e
eastward, but it left a sea which kept mate! He haf save’ T’e Numper Two
pounding the sides of the logy old craft andt Numper Eight poats for himself
until evening. Although she was notice¬ andt his pals! ”
ably lower in the water, none of the “Guess he had other things on his
passengers were apprehensive — they mind and forgot to examine the boats.
didn’t know enough about conditions be¬ I hinted to the crew that those two
low to be so. should be left specially for the mate.
you grow up and remember this voyage coffee-pot. An’ we can dig up clams and
on the old Van Joort, you’ll say you fry ’em—”
wouldn’t have missed it for anything! As the children chuckled delightedly
And tomorrow—yes, I think before night in anticipation, one of the Dutch planters
—we’ll probab’ly come to one of those quietly asked:
lovely islands you sometimes see in your “Do your fairy dreams ever come true,
dreams—with monkeys and parrots and Mynheer Bremerton? Me—I am nodt
gulls, cool, shady places under the trees so goot sailor. I wondter how can you
—the perfume of beautiful flowers in the pe so sure we get to landt again!”
air. And when we go ashore, we’ll build “Oh—I must tell you about that,
a big bonfire of driftwood, and have Mynheer. I fetched with me a navigat¬
some hot coffee—I’m sure about that, ing chart for these waters—Vander-
’cause I put a bag of it in the for’ard berg fetched along his sextant and
end of the boat, myself, with a big chronometers. When we took to the
THE SECRET OF THE BANDA SEA 99
boats, we were seventy miles nor’-nor’- over half the length. It wasn’t Damma.
west from Damma Island—which has a It wasn’t one of the Serwattis. Before
smoking volcano. Sou’-west of Damma sundown they had pretty well explored
is Roma Island—precipitous in all but the top, finding traces of occupation by
one spot, where there’s a river-mouth some of the Melanesian natives, but no
and bay—fine drinking water. There living human beings. Animals of vari¬
were two small native villages a few ous sorts—monkeys, birds, peccaries, a
years ago, but at last accounts the na¬ species of iguana. Only a few of the
tives seem to have cleared out for some Dutch and three or four of the other
reason—possibly raided from some other men were permitted to go on that first
island. Anyhow, there’s a string of lit¬ exploration, as nobody knew just what
tle islands sixty-five miles south of us, dangers might exist on the island.
all the way to Timor—don’t see how we When they returned, Dr. Leyden—a
can miss them. We’re going to rig a famous botanist and anthropologist who
lug-sail out of the canvas boat-cover— had been studying for several months in
good breeze astern. When the sun gets the wonderful Botanic Gardens at Bui-
pretty hot, we’ll use the canvas for an tenzorg—presently noticed and carefully
awning—row underneath it.” examined an immense idol, carved from
There, jammed down upon the inner reef, was the Van Joort. . . . Lifted
on the crests of the breakers and slammed down upon the ring of coral!
pulled him irresistibly into the water, d’ye see. To be sure, our boats’ll not
breaking his grip on one of the thwarts sink under us—an’ I fancy, with the
as he slowly strangled. Two other snake¬ a-xes Bremerton so thoughtfully fetched
like arms came up and curled about the along, we’d manage to chop off some of
quartermaster’s body. As the boat was those tentacles unless half a dozen of the
just about going under, O’Brien dived brutes came at us at once. But there
from its bow and came up facing a hor¬ it is—we don’t know how many there
rid massive sac with big goggling eyes are! It’s not too good—as a sportin’
which rose in front of him—and he felt proposition. Of course we’d prefer get-
great writhing tentacles constricting his tin’ aboard the old boat even if she is
own podlike belly—squeezing the breath stuck fast on a reef—unlimited food, our
out of him as a frightful beak ap¬ own luggage, baths, tobacco an’ what
proached his face. not. But it’ll take a bit of doin’, you
clearly revealed as they slowly drifted boat, the tentacles being apparently not
about as if floating in air. longer than six or eight feet, and four
In a few moments, he rolled a lump of inches in diameter at the thickest part.
rock weighing about forty pounds to¬ They tried a second, third and fourth
ward him, poising it upon the edge until barrage—until finally the octopi gave it
he had it aimed in a certain direction, up in disgust and retired to deeper wa¬
and then pushing it off with a vigorous ter. More experiments were tried with
shove. With the momentum gathered in rocks which it took three men to roll
a fall of eight hundred feet, it struck the over the edge—in each case stirring up
water with terrific force and went to the a commotion among vague and horrible
bottom like a projectile from a naval shapes in the depths—bringing to the
gun. As soon as the ripples flattened surface mangled remnants of another im¬
out, an active movement of large dark mense octopus. By that time the New
masses could be seen in the depths, Yorker was satisfied that an attempt to
scurrying this way and that. In two get aboard the Van Joort would offer no
or three minutes, the still wriggling mass serious risk, and asked the Chief and
of an enormous octopus floated to the Nijhoff whether they were willing to
surface, its sac-like body crushed to chance it with him. As both had watched
pulp where the stone had struck it. in horrified fascination the deaths of
next two hours dead fish, dead sea-snakes, through his room from the hold, and
dead lobsters and fragments of all sorts hauled up a wire, at the end of which
floated up and lay upon the surface of was a large package containing the jew¬
the lagoon, where it took the tides of els and bank-notes taken from the specie-
three days to carry them out through vault. O’Brien had blown out the locks,
the reef-openings—providing a feast for only to find it empty. At Bremerton’s
sharks which came from every direction. suggestion, the purser returned each lot
Before sunset all the party were once to Rs former owner, took a detailed re¬
more aboard the old Van Joort; and ceipt—and refused to assume any further
all the women except the impossible responsibility for it. Late that evening
three volunteered as cooks for a cele¬ the Americans incited Dr. Leyden to
bration-dinner. Bremerton/’s suite. After some desul¬
“Police—police! Send the police! Mr. “Levi McLean has been murdered.”
McLean is murdered! ” “Hot ziggety!” popped Quinn of the
studio, sir. Customarily he leaves the you phoned police until just now, and
studio at eleven o’clock, and reaches here never found that gun?”
some fifteen minutes later. But tonight “Y-yes sir. Absolutely, sir. I searched
—he must have been delayed, sir. It is every inch, sir, and found nothing except
most unusual for him, sir. Doubtless he —I mean to say, nothing at all, sir!”
can explain it to your full satisfaction, Detective John Garth’s little eyes sud¬
sir. I’m sure he can explain it, sir!” denly flamed with eagerness.
Valdo had been the most mystified Beth Caruth twisted the dinner ring, and
person in the room when the house-man twisted and twisted.
reported his inability to find' the weapon. She believed the man she had glimpsed
But the servant’s revelation concerning fleeing from the library was Rick Ben¬
the slipper explained everything—except ton, McLean’s nephew. And Beth Caruth
the identity of the woman witness. And was in love with Rick. Under the cir¬
the reason for her refusal to denounce cumstances, wild horses could not have
himl dragged from her an admission she be¬
Valdo Clein flicked at the tip of his lieved might have sent her lover to the
cigarette and burnt his little finger. And chair.
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She had fled with the gun because she “Beg pardon, sir. I am sure no one here
believed she was protecting Rick. There knows what is in the safe. The young
had been no time to retrieve her slipper. master, Rick Benton, is the only person
Now she was beginning to realize how who knows.”
incriminating that slipper might prove. “Oh, yeah? Well, where is Benton?
She ceased twisting the ring. She in¬ At the broadcasting studio? Well, phone
haled deeply. She forced a faint brave him and tell him to shake a—”
smile. A little thoroughbred, was Beth “Beg pardon, sir. I tried to phone
Caruth. Steeling herself for the ordeal him, from the telephone in the hall. But
she knew was inevitable. Determined to this newspaper reporter was using it, and
see it through for the man she loved! he cursed me and wouldn’t let me have it,
“Murdo!” Detective Sergeant John sir. I don’t know what can be delaying
Garth was calling to his partner. “Send the young master, sir.”
all those house-party guests inside. “Oh, no? Well, while we’re waiting,
We’re going to find out who this here we’ll check on the alibis of some of these
shoe fits! ” folks here. Was everybody dancing in
tion. But Beth Caruth turned him with John Garth wafs chewing his gum
a little push. His eyes fell upon the rapidly.
body of Levi McLean. A sudden hush “Don’t try to sidetrack me, son. I’m
fell upon the room. asking you about the woman! ”
For perhaps ten seconds Rick Benton “What woman? . . . You hand me a
stared down at his dead uncle. Two or slipper, and ask me who is the woman!”
three times he blinked. Once he wet his “Yeah? Well, this slipper was found
lips with his tongue. Presently he looked alongside the body of your uncle. It
up, dumbly inquiring. First he looked belongs to the woman that killed him! ”
at Quinn of the Trib, and the reporter Rick Benton smiled, a bit derisively.
began tapping a cigarette on the back “Then you’ve changed your mind?
of his hand. He looked at the house¬ You don’t think I killed him?”
man, whose eyes wavered and fell. He
looked at Detective Sergeant John Garth. UINN jiggled the detective’s arm
Garth said: impatiently, and whispered:
“Somebody killed your uncle, son.” “Listen, John. You can buzz this
Rick Benton' swallowed hard, and later. But we just got to have the
tried to speak. woman angle before they put the Final
“Who—” he began, and broke off and to bed! We just got to! ”
began again: “He—” and halted. The officer growled:
Then he clasped his hands behind him, “Oh, yeah? Well, who’s running this
and began teetering back and forth on —you or me? Any time I want your
heels and toes. The attitude, assumed advice, I’ll ask for it!”
so often by habit in front of the micro¬ He turned to the others, scowling
phone, seemed to restore his confidence. fiercely.
“I was detained at the studio. The “There’s just one way to get this case
other announcer was late in arriving. cleaned up in a hurry, folks. And that is
I had to fill in for him.” to find which lady’s foot fits this slipper.
For a moment, silence. Then John I’m going to ask you all to step up and
Garth’s nasal twang: get a fitting. ... Of course, if anybody
“That all you got to say ?” refuses, that’ll be a sign that—”
But before Rick Benton could answer, “I’m sure I’m quite ready to start the
the detective added hurriedly: fitting, Sergeant,” Beth announced, forc¬
“Nobody asked you for an alibi!” ing a faint smile.
“Alibi?” Rick Benton was balancing “Hot ziggety!” exclaimed Quinn of
on his heels. “Alibi? . . . You—you the Trib in a whisper. “Look at her,
think I killed my uncle?” under that lamp! The beauty parlors
“If you didn’t, who did?” turn ’em out nowadays so they all look
“How should I know?” alike. But this one—no beauty shop
John Garth pounded palm with fist painted that masterpiece, Ralph! Just
for emphasis. sweet, and natural, and wholesome, and
“Who—was—the—woman ?” —and—”
“The woman? . . . What woman?” The photographer peered at his com-
Detective Garth thrust forward the
slipper.
E anion anxiously. “You drunk again?”
e asked. Then he looked at Beth, and
“The woman that wore this slipper!” blinked. “No, you’re not cockeyed.
Quinn of the Trib nudged his mug- Anything but!”
snatcher. “Hot ziggety! The yarn Beth Caruth was leaning back, half¬
sweetens, Ralph! ... And how I ” sitting on the library table, both hands
resting upon its edge. She kept her
head turned away from the body of the
CHAPTER III murdered man as she answered Garth’s
questions.
If the Shoe Fits—
R ICK took the slipper, examined it,
. then returned it to the detective and
“Beth Caruth. . . .
Single. . . . Art student.”
Twenty. . . .
your name in the society columns, lady. Beth Caruth drew a deep breath. She
How come you happen to be here to¬ edged herself backward and upward, un¬
night ?” til she was seated on the edge of the
“As a house guest. Rick Benton was table. She crossed her knees, reached
giving the party here in his uncle’s down, and removed one strapless slipper
home.” from a silken beige foot. Her left hand
“Rick Benton? He wasn’t even here was gripping the table-edge so fiercely
—until just now.” that her knuckles were white.
Rick cleared his throat and cut in Detective Sergeant John Garth wrig¬
sharply: gled his nose with his fingers, and his
“My duties at the studio usually keep color deepened. Stiffly he dropped to one
me until eleven o’clock. By that time knee. In his right hand he was holding
the dancing-party would hardly be under the slipper with the broken strap. He
way.” braced her silken heel in the cupped
Detective Sergeant John Garth scowled palm of his left hand.
at the silent assemblage.
“Listen. I’m going to question every¬
body separate. I don’t want one butting
H E found he had knelt a foot too far
away. He dropped to both knees
in while I’m talking to some one else, and edged forward a bit. The bald spot
see? . . . Now, lady: Did you hear the on the back of his head was crimson. He
shot fired?” steered her toes into the slipper. He
“Quite distinctly, Officer. One shot. snorted, and announced:
No more.” “Say! This is the wrong foot!”
“Where were you at the time?” “Oh!” cried the girl softly, as if in
Already Valdo Clein had claimed he’d mild surprise. “Truly, I hadn’t noticed!”
been on the loggia. Beth’s hands left The detective clumsily helped her re¬
the edge of the table. Once more she move her other slipper; His awkward
began twisting her dinner ring about her fingers dropped the slipper with the
finger. Her voice was scarcely audible broken strap. Somebody tittered. His
as she replied: ears were a fiery red. He snatched up
“I was strolling. Outside.” the slipper and thrust it at her foot. It
“Who with ? . . . Speak up! ” slipped into place—a perfect fit.
“Alone. Quite alone.” “It fits!” John Garth cried out ex¬
John Garth frowned and fingered his ultantly.
broken nose. “It don’t sound reason¬ Instantly there was a blinding flare of
able, lady. Anybody with your looks— light.
alone I But I don’t see that it matters, “Hot ziggety!” exclaimed Quinn of
any. You heard the shot, and ran into the Trib. “What a swell leg shot,
the library with the other guests?” Ralph! ‘Detective Fits Incriminating
his camera. Benton scrambled to his John Garth ground his teeth with ex¬
feet and started after him. John Garth’s asperation. Rick Benton started for¬
partner gripped him by the sleeve and ward, and his lips parted as if he were
spun him round. about to interrupt again. The big hand
“Sorry, Mister. Nobody leaves this of Garth’s partner closed over his mouth.
house. Orders! ” He sputtered a moment, and subsided.
Detective Sergeant John Garth The detective frowned, and stared at
squinted at Beth Caruth behind leveled Beth, and manipulated his broken nose
forefinger. with his thumb and forefinger, pnd
“You killed Levi McLean 1” stared at Rick Benton.
The beam revealed the closet door, standing open. John Garth was standing with
drawn revolver, waiting to “cover” his expected prisoner. But there was no prisoner.
tions!” he exploded irritably. “No, I This way. One at a time, please. Mere¬
haven’t forgotten anything! . . . Well, ly as a matter of formality.”
what is it you think I’ve forgotten?” A four-A shoe is small, but not ex¬
“To see if the slipper fits anyone traordinarily small. To John Garth’s
else.” bewilderment, he found that the slip¬
He stared at her, frowning. “A good per fitted two others of the feminine
idea, at that. When we find that it guests.
doesn’t, that’ll cinch the case, and no¬ “Now,” Beth Caruth remarked pleas¬
body can say we stopped before we’d ap¬ antly, “I shall have some congenial
plied the test to everybody.... Ladies! companions in my cell, Sergeant! ”
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He glared at her suspiciously. “You his knees, he would examine every pair
trying to give me the needles, lady?” of slippers in each clothes closet, search¬
He fingered his pliant nose while he ing for the severely plain white slipper
pondered. “Whoever lost that slipper with an inverted V of white cording on
when McLean was murdered, must have the heel.
beat it to her room right away and And at length he found it. With an
changed—if it was anybody in this exclamation of satisfaction, he thrust it
house. What’s the answer? We got into the pocket of his dinner-jacket and
three lady guests that the slipper fits. doused the flame of his cigarette-lighter.
We’ll search their rooms. In one of As he stepped from the doorway of the
them we’re going to find the mate to this closet, into Beth Caruth’s darkened
here slipper.” room, he heard the sound of voices.
“It was not locked when I left it!” so he can’t get out! ... Don’t shoot,
she retorted with spirit. And she was Murdo—not in this crowded room!”
telling the truth. Somebody slammed the door. Two of
John Garth snorted. “This shows the male guests were struggling with
we’re on the right track—that you’re each other, each believing he had caught
the owner of that slipper! You wouldn’t a criminal. A male voice was demand¬
lock that closet door unless you had ing that some one turn on a light.
something to hide! Give us the key Another voice cursed the first voice, and
before we smash the door! ” announced the wires had been cut, be¬
Beth shrugged helplessly. “Can’t you cause the boudoir lamp wouldn’t turn on.
understand? I haven’t the key!” The beam of an electric torch cut
“C’mon, Murdo.” John Garth jerked through the blackness. It was in the
his head at his partner. “Let’s kick the hand of John Garth’s partner.
panels out of this door! ” “Drop your gun and put up your
John Garth beamed as he picked the Rick stood glaring at the officer, his
weapon up by hooking a single finger fists clenched. John Garth went on:
through the trigger guard. He blew the “Your uncle was against your marry¬
excess powder from the gun. ing this lady, wasn’t he? And she knew
“Swell!” he admitted. “A woman’s it, didn’t she?”
prints, too, or I’m a liar! ” “On the contrary, Officer, he was
He sniffed at the muzzle. quite fond of her. He never attempted
“Been fired pretty recent, too—within to dictate to me in such matters.”
the last hour.... Well, I guess we won’t “No? Well, then it was the first
have to bother about the slipper now. time in his life he didn’t try to run
We couldn’t ask any better evidence than things to suit himself! The newspapers
this!” called him a political dictator, and I
He turned to Beth Caruth. guess they were right. He was boss of
“Well, lady—you ready to come clean, his party. He decided who could run
now?” for office, from precinct committeeman
She ceased fingering her ring. up to Senator Richman himself! Every¬
“What can you want me to say?” she body knows that /”
asked, with poise unshaken. “You just “I fail to see what bearing his dif¬
said you couldn’t want any better evi¬ ferences with Senator Richman have on
dence ! ” this case.”
“Can you explain how the pistol with “Differences? I thought they were as
which Levi McLean was killed happens close as two—as two—as two friends.
to be found in your room, ma’am?” But it don’t have any bearing on why
“Oh! Is it the same pistol?” your lady friend killed your uncle. ...
“You know it’s the same!” You’re his only heir, aren’t you?”
He turned and eyed the group. “What’s that got to do with it?”
“Anybody here able to identify this “Oh, nothing much. Only, with him
gun?” dead and you inheriting his money, you’d
The house-man coughed. “Beg par¬ be a pretty swell catch for whoever
don, sir. It is the master’s own pistol, married you!”
sir—Mr. McLean’s. He always kept it
in the drawer in the library table, sir.”
“Yeah? Good! . . . Where’s Mc¬
A SHARP little cry burst from the lips
of Beth Caruth.
Lean’s nephew? Benton, is this your “Don’t pay any attention to him, Beth.
uncle’s gun?” He’s completely muddled—shooting in
The young radio-announcer reached the dark in the hope a chance shot may
for the weapon. It was his intention to go home! ” Rick urged in a tight voice.
smear away the fingerprints while han¬ “Oh, yeah?” John Garth snorted.
dling it—the prints he correctly as¬ “Well, young fellow, just for that crack,
sumed were Beth’s. how’d you like to feel the heat yourself?
“Oh—oh!” cried John Garth warn- I’m not so sure both of you weren’t in
ingly, jerking the gun out of reach. on this job! . . . Murdo, hop down
“Just take a look at it without touching, to the phone and call the broadcasting
Benton, and tell me if it’s the one that station and check up this lad’s alibi.”
belonged to your uncle.” His partner replied: “I already called
“I can’t. Not without examining it.” ’em. They said there were fifty or
“No? ... If you took hold of this sixty people at the studio saw Benton
gun, you’d mess up her fingerprints on make the midnight announcement, just
it, wouldn’t you?” before he started home.”
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Rick smiled. John Garth fingered his “He never was late before.”
nose thoughtfully, and said: “Just happened to be late tonight, of
“We got our flash two, three minutes all nights, eh? Just happened to have
after midnight. The house-man phoned car-trouble at just the time it would
Headquarters less’n a minute after he provide you with an alibi! Convenient
heard the shot. That means Levi Mc¬ sort of a pal to have! ”
Lean was murdered at midnight. Almost “What,” snapped Rick Benton, “are
exactly midnight. Hm-m-m.” you driving at ?”
John Garth’s partner spoke up again: “Getting worried?” prodded John
“They said Benton was announcing a Garth. “Oh, I was just working out a
program on a national hook-up. They little theory of my own. Got to wonder¬
said fifty million people, all over the ing, son, why you’d be so all-fired anx¬
United States, were listening in. They ious to build yourself an alibi tonight—
said his voice is so different that nobody an alibi so ironclad strong that nothing
can imitate it. They said any listener could break it—an alibi by fifty million
could testify it was him announcing.” witnesses! ”
“I don’t get you.”
UINN of the Trib snapped his fingers “You wouldn’t admit it, if you did
delightedly. get me. But I don’t mind telling you
“Hot ziggety! What a line! ‘Fifty my theory—which isn’t a theory any
Million Witnesses Furnish Alibi for Mur¬ longer, barring one or two little matters
der Suspect!”’ that are easily checked up.
One of the women house-guests put in “You and your sweetie, here, wanted
eagerly: McLean out of the way, so you could
“Indeed, we all heard him, right here get married and have all his money.
at the house! We were dancing in the The two of you framed up to kill him.
reception-hall, to the radio music. We You realized that, because you’re his
all heard him make the announcement— heir, you’d be the first to be suspected.
didn’t we?” So you arranged this airtight alibi, and
Quinn of the Trib, standing beside the let the girl do the dirty work. Now,
detective, whispered from the side of are you going to let her take the fall—
his mouth: alone? A sweet little thing like her,
“They got you on the run, John. Fifty shielding you because you’re too—”
million witnesses can’t be wrong! ” Rick was smiling easily as he inter¬
John Garth scowled. He hated to ad¬ rupted. “Marvelous theory, Sergeant. But
mit he was licked. why should I go to the trouble to have
“You say you were delayed at the Graham Vance’s car break down just
broadcasting studio because the an¬ when it did ? If I’d been as smart as you
nouncer was late, who was to relieve you. think, I’d have arranged the killing an
Who is he? Why was he late?” hour or so earlier, during my regular
Rick Benton was smiling confidently. time on duty, wouldn’t I ?”
“Graham Vance is his name—you’ve John Garth turned to his partner.
all heard him on the air. He’s due to “Murdo, hop to the phone and check
relieve me at eleven o’clock, but to¬ up on this car trouble of the other an¬
night he was delayed. Car trouble, he nouncer’s. Find out what it was, and
said. He arrived just as I was announc¬ how it happened at such a convenient
ing, at midnight. I had asked him to time. There’s something mighty funny
drop in here at the house earlier in the about it!”
evening for a dance, if he cared to.”
“Vance was here,” put in one of the
guests. “He left in plenty of time to CHAPTER VI
reach the studio by eleven.”
A Shot in the Dark
John Garth nodded, scowling. Valdo
Clein had edged into the room some ETH CARUTH had been laboring
minutes since, while attention had been under a terrific nervous tension.
concentrated on Rick Benton. By ask¬ So long as she had thought she was pro¬
ing Garth’s partner for a match, he defi¬ tecting the man she loved, she had been
nitely but unobtrusively had established able to bear up admirably. Now she
the fact of his presence, in case of ques¬ felt as if she were about to collapse.
tioning later. She felt the need of some one to help
Garth asked Rick: “Vance in the habit her, some one to tell her what to do.
of being late, like that?” Quinn whispered to the detective:
DEATH FOR CINDERELLA 123
“How about the man in the closet, was shaking as he flicked the ash from
John? If Benton proved he was at the his cigarette. At last he had guessed
broadcasting studio, your theory doesn’t that Beth Caruth believed Rick Benton
account for the gent who stole the was the man she had seen in the library
slipper.” at the time of the killing—and that she
John Garth frowned and replied: had been striving to shield Rick.
“Don’t get me all mixed up. I know it “Just as soon as she talks it over with
was you hiding in the closet! ” him, she’s going to tell everything!” he
“You blown your top, or something, said to himself as he parted with the
John? I tell you, I wasn’t near the reporter at the foot of the stairs. His
closet! ” heart was beating wildly with fear of
“Don’t try to kid me, son. I got im¬ exposure, but aside from the slight
portant work to do.” trembling of his hand, he gave no out¬
Quinn shrugged. “Okay. Not my ward evidence of his trepidation. “I’ve
funeral. . . . Here, there’s a lady wants got to stop her before she talks—even
to speak to you, Sarge. Excuse me, to Rick!” he decided. “If I don’t, it
Miss Caruth.” means the chair for me!”
“It’s the only way to keep her from sending me to the chair!” Clein said to
himself, and pulled the trigger. He flung the weapon into the library, turned,
and sped through the blackness of the loggia.
Rick Benton and Beth Caruth were library. He turned, and sped through
seated on the leather divan, from which the inky blackness of the loggia, close
Levi McLean’s body had been removed to the wall. ...
shortly before. Valdo Clein’s heart was Detective Sergeant Garth, in the re¬
pounding wildly as he raised the pistol ception-hall, was allaying the fears of
and leveled the weapon at the girl’s head. one of the guests.
“It’s the only way to keep her from “No, of course they won’t escape.
sending me to the chair!” he said to This house is surrounded. Nobody can
himself, and pulled the trigger. A split escape. If they tried to sneak away,
instant later he flung the weapon into the my flatties would turn ’em back. If they
DEATH FOR CINDERELLA 125
tried to make a break, the boys would hit! I pushed Beth toward the door and
shoot ’em—if they had to. There’s not told her to get out. And I ran to the
a chance that— What’s that?” window to see if I could—”
The sound of the pistol-shot cut him “It’s the truth, Sergeant! ” Beth put in
off abruptly. For an instant a startled eagerly. “That’s exactly how it hap¬
hush settled upon the group in the re¬ pened ! ”
ception-hall. Then a woman moaned, a John Garth paused, fingering his bro¬
woman shrieked, a woman swore; John ken nose thoughtfully. His glance swept
Garth reached for his gun, a man broke past Rick and Beth, and darted from one
for the door, tripped and fell, and the person in the crowd to another.
house-man called hoarsely: “In the li¬ “Don’t look at me!” Quinn of the
brary r Trib protested resentfully. “I didn’t do
“I don’t know. She hardly had time John Garth nodded thoughtfully.
to get started talking, before that pistol “So his car didn’t just break down,
banged.” accidental! Somebody had deliberately
“Lady, are you ready to tell us the framed his car trouble. Why? So’s to
truth, now?” detain Rick Benton at the broadcasting
Beth Caruth looked about helplessly. studio; that’s why! And there’s only
She gazed appealingly at Rick. one reason anybody’d want to detain him
“I—I don’t know what to do!” she there.
whispered, her assurance almost gone. “Somebody knew that Levi McLean
Quinn of the Trib shook his head. was going to be murdered! That some¬
‘‘Death for Cinderella, either way you body wanted to be certain Rick Benton
take it,” he muttered to himself. “The would have an alibi! And it was some¬
law, in the person of John Garth, trying body here in this house, who put the gum
to send her to the chair. And somebody on the cap before Vance left here! . . .
else trying to blow her brains out before Lady, do you chew gum ?”
she can tell the whole truth. It makes a Beth Caruth gasped, and twisted her
swell yarn, but—hot ziggety! It’s tough ring.
on Cinderella! What, a wonderful kid, “Why—when I’m playing golf, some¬
to be frying in the hot seat! Ugh! ” times—yes. But of course, not at a
party—like this!”
Quinn of the Trib winked broadly at
CHAPTER VII the Sergeant. He whispered from behind
a cupped hand:
The Slipper Fits
J OHN GARTH’S
through the doorway.
partner pushed
“Ps-st! Ask her what Benton told her
about the safe, John!”
John Garth looked puzzled.
“I didn’t have time to tell you that I’d “Lady, what did Benton tell you about
phoned the studio again and checked on the safe?”
the announcer who was late, John.” Now it was Beth Caruth who looked
“Okay, Murdo. What did he say ?” puzzled.
“He was sore as a boiled owl. And I “How do you know— Oh, all right!
can’t say that I blame him.” I asked him if there was something valu¬
“Well, tell us about it. What hap¬ able in the safe, and he said nothing
pened?” except some political papers. . . . But
“He said his car stalled, just before he how—how do you know he told me any¬
reached the main highway, after leaving thing about the safe?”
here. He tried to fix it himself, but he Quinn was looking out over the heads
couldn’t find anything wrong. There was of the guests with a bored expression.
no traffic on the side road. Finally he But from the side of his mouth he whis¬
walked to the main highway and flagged pered again:
a car and begged a ride to where he could “Ps-st! Ask her what she told him
get a taxi. After he reached the studio about the gardenia, John! ”
he phoned a garage to tow his car in, and Garth choked suddenly.
repair it.” “Excuse me for a minute, folks, while
“Yeah. . . . Well, what about it?” I go out in the hall.” He thumbed
“Nothing, only he was sore at the cost Quinn of the Trib in the ribs. “Come
of towing and the labor of two expert along with me. . I want to talk to you! ”
mechanics, and everything. It’s going
to cost him about fifteen bucks. And all
they did was to take out a wad of chew¬
W HEN they were in the corridor, he
gripped the reporter by both arms,
ing-gum ! ” and stared him in the eye.
“Diagram it, Murdo. I don’t get you.” “Damn you, you tell me how you know
“Somebody had stuck a wad of chew¬ all this stuff about the safe and the gar¬
ing-gum on the little air-hole in the cap denia ! You’re holding out on me—after
on his gasoline tank. The car would all I done for you! I got a notion to
run okay for a coupla miles, till a vac¬ bust you one! ”
uum was built up in the gas tank. Then “The Trib Sees All—Knows All—”
the gas wouldn’t feed into the carburetor John Garth squeezed with his hands.
any more, and the car would stop. That’s Quinn winced.
all that was the matter with Graham “Ouch! I’ll tell you, John! I was
Vance’s car—but it cost him fifteen dol¬ behind the divan!”
lars to find it out. . . . And is he sore! ” “You—huh?”
DEATH FOR CINDERELLA 127
“I was behind the divan. When you “Don’t burn your fingers,” advised
told ’em to talk it over in the library, I Garth. “You don’t get this stuff, see?
pretended I was going to phone, but in¬ It’s personal—maybe love-letters sent to
stead I slipped into the library to get McLean by his wife, before they were
first shot at whatever they spilled. married.”
They’d just started to talk when— Quinn of the Trib said: “I thought
wham! Somebody just missed winging McLean’s name was Levi—not Wally.”
a reporter.” As John Garth scrutinized the address,
John Garth shook the Trib man. written in an unmistakably feminine
“Then they’re telling the truth, huh? hand on one of the scented envelopes,
Somebody really shot at ’em ? Who was Quinn cried:
it?” “Hot ziggety! Love notes sent to
“Ixnay, John! I’m telling you, I was United States Senator Wallington Mc-
behind the divan. I couldn’t see who it Alexander Richman! Give ’em to me,
was. S’help me! ” John! I’ll sell you my immortal soul
“And what’s this stuff about a gar¬ for—”
denia ?” John Garth interrupted with a sniff.
“Ask-her, and find out. All I know is, “Soul ? . . . But I can’t figure out what
she’d just started to tell him something they were doing in McLean’s safe! ”
about a gardenia, when the shot was “I got it, John! Levi McLean, the
fired. Ask her, John—so I can find out.” political czar, made Richman Senator,
“C’mon back into the library. Now but Richman got proud and wouldn’t
we’re beginning to get somewhere!” stand hitched—thought he was bigger
“Cinderella’s on the up and up, John. than his boss. Intimations that Richman
She didn’t do it! ” wouldn’t be a candidate to succeed him¬
we haven’t accounted for the woman in prove she’s lying. Maybe it proves he's
the case. She might have been the one lying!”
hired to steal the love-notes, but— You John Garth wriggled his broken nose,
haven’t asked her about the gardenia.” and pondered.
John Garth turned to Beth Caruth. “He might fit in the picture, at that!
“Lady, what was it you’d started to Son of the wealthy diamond man who
tell Rick Benton about a gardenia?” killed himself when he lost his money.
The Blizzard
VERY man’s life, if all its facts were known, would, make an
interesting novels At any rate, we believe every man’s life
has included at least one episode exciting enough to deserve rec¬
ord; and so we offer each month prizes for the best stories of Real
Experience submitted. (For details see page 4.) It is not always
the most unusual experience that makes the best story—as the fol¬
lowing record of early days in Dakota will attest.
By W. D. GAY
F ORTY-SIX years ago I was living
in a little town near the headwaters
Now, it happened I knew this family
—that is, I had met them. Their home¬
of the Big Sioux, in the Dakota stead bordered mine on the east. I knew
Territory. their nearest neighbor lived two miles
I worked for a jeweler, repairing away. I also knew they had no team, no
watches, and boarded with a widow, a cow, no stock of any kind, 'the oldest
Mrs. K—, who kept a modest place for girl was about seventeen, her sister two
lodgers. In return for room and board years younger. The boy was about ten.
I cared for two Jersey cows and a pony, Mr. H-was in the East at the time,
and split the firewood. trying to make enough money to feed
On the morning of the tenth of Jan¬ them, but what he sent was very little.
uary, 1888, she said to her boarders at I used to go out to my homestead occa¬
breakfast: sionally, as I was required to sleep in my
“There is a family living on a home¬ shack once in six months in order to get
stead twenty-two miles southwest of title to my land. On nearly every trip I
town, and I am worried for- fear they may visited this family. Sometimes I took
be out of supplies. There is a woman, a my violin with me, and the youngest girl
boy and two girls, and they live in' a accompanied me on the old reed organ,
small homestead cabin. You know it has and sang the old tunes. They were fine
been thirty degrees below zero by the people.
thermometer in our woodshed nearly So when the landlady asked for a vol¬
every morning for the past three weeks. unteer to carry supplies to them, I con¬
I am going to buy a sled-load of provi¬ sented to go.
sions, and will provide a good sled and On the morning of the twelfth, I left
strong team if I can find some one who the boarding-house with two tons of hard-
will volunteer to take the supplies to the coal; hams, sugar, flour, and I forget
family. Is there anyone here who’ll go?” what else. I remember the name of the
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magnificent beasts that were to draw the was falling away from the windows. I
sled—John and Kate! put my fiddle on the organ, went to a
It was four o’clock before I got away. west window and looked out ovqr the
The sky was studded with pale, white vast plain of snow. While I stood there,
stars which seemed so close to earth one I noticed something I have never seen
could reach up and touch them. The before or since. The wind was rolling the
weather had moderated somewhat: it was snow into little pea-sized balls, and as
only twenty-six below zero. As I drove far as the eye could see, it seemed the
through the business section of the sleep¬ whole white face of the earth was slip¬
ing town I stopped in front of an all- ping, creeping into the north.
night eating place and bought two boxes And then I noticed something which
of chewing-gum and five pounds of choc¬ really frightened me. At this time of day
olate candy. Then I started on my twen¬ the sun hung low and pale in the south¬
ty-two mile trek over the frozen prairie. west. Now, on either side of the sus¬
As the miles slipped away I noticed pended disk was a brilliant sun-dog, big
the horses were laboring. Strong beasts out of all proportion, and directly above
they were, but the load was heavy, the the sun was a dazzling band of fiery color
road bad, and the way long. Each hour displaying all the tints of a rainbow as
it had grown warmer, and I did not urge the streamers shot nearly to the zenith.
them. About one in the afternoon I drove The sun-dogs themselves shot out colored
up to the kitchen door of the lonely iso¬ streamers halfway across the horizon.
lated homestead. Out of the northwest now I noticed a
While the members of the family joy¬ bank of threatening dark gray clouds
ously unloaded the provisions and coal, I creeping into view. Then, from a window
unhitched the horses, stabled them, gave where she had been watching, the girl
them some hay from a near-by stack, and who had played for me called that the
oats which I had brought with me. little snowballs were now moving south,
The barn was a crude affair some not north! I ran to her side and looked
twelve by sixteen feet, with a shed-roof out. Sure enough, they were going south.
seven feet high in front and six in rear. The wind had reversed!
It was located about ten rods north of the Almost as suddenly frost whitened the
house, and near by stood a small stack of edges of the windows. I immediately ran
hay and one of straw. These two stacks, out to close the wooden shutters, heavy
by the way, had furnished this little fam¬ ones of matched lumber. After closing
ily with fuel for more than four weeks. the last one I paused to look around be¬
After tending the horses, I went into fore going in again. As I stood there, I
the house—a fairly good one, and much saw a great cloud, almost black, speed
better than the average claim-shack. It out of the northwest with the speed of a
had two basement rooms, (which I no¬ cannon-ball, it seemed to me, for in a
ticed were not being used), and four few minutes it dropped like a curtain
rooms above, where the family lived. over the dipping sun, and our little world
Mrs. H— and the girls had dinner was in darkness.
ready by two o’clock. And what a din¬ I went into the house, and we were
ner! I had met a man on my way out talking about these strange signs, won¬
who was on his way to town with four dering what they portended, when a blast
quarters of beef, and for three dollars of air struck the house with such force
and sixty cents I’d purchased one hind- we thought a huge store of dynamite
quarter. How those starved people did must have been exploded near by. With
enjoy that fresh beef, to say nothing of this unusual burst of wind from the
the other dishes they had prepared from northwest came snow. The fingers of the
the provisions Mrs. K— had sent them! gale picked it up from the plains until
the door opened, and I found myself a foot I had broken the handle of the
lying on my back on a pile of hard coal. one tool I had with which I could dig, an
Such was the force of that wind. old scoop-shovel.
I went out, feeling my way along the After a conference with the members
south side of the creaking, quivering of the family, we decided to send the
house. I must get to the barn. If a door girls to a neighbor’s, who lived two miles
had been overlooked, left open, two of away. There lived a German with four
the finest horses in that part of the coun¬ stalwart boys. The mother bundled the
try, worth three hundred dollars apiece, girls in their warmest clothes and started
would be dead before morning. them off.
As I came to the southeast corner of The ground between our place and the
the house I was met by a sixty-mile gale, German’s was slightly rolling, and the
and the air was so full of swirling snow mother stood on a huge drift near the
it seemed almost like thrusting my head house and watched the girls until they
into a snow-bank. I knew immediately I disappeared behind a distant rise. They
would lose my way if I attempted the evidently had gone down into a little de¬
trip to the barn. I retraced my steps to pression. Soon they reappeared. The
the basement, forced the door shut, and mother continued to watch their progress.
went upstairs. After the girls left I was busy with va¬
They brought a coil of rope, a six-foot the door with the food, for they were
cross-cut saw,—one handle removed,— very hungry, having had nothing to eat
and a large pair of ice-tongs. After cordial after their hay had been eaten. All of
greetings all round, they went to work this was devoured with the exception of
as if this job were no novel occurrence. the rosin-weeds, and wild rose bushes,
The snow was sawed into two-foot which had found their way into the stack
blocks, over an area ten feet square above with the prairie hay.
the barn door. The tongs were tied to the They gulped down their warm rations,
rope as the shaft went deeper, and while then made efforts to shake themselves
some helped pull the snow out of the pit, free of the ice upon them. We helped,
others pushed the blacks away. Thus a breaking the ice that fastened them to
well was dug to the ground. the floor. With the ax we br&ke up the
By Roger Courtney
AT the age of nineteen, London-born, ner of tenderfoot visitors to the Dark
/\ and intended for a banking ca- Continent, Mr. Courtney encountered a
1 1 reer, I felt I could no longer resist depression in his business even in Africa,
the desire, that seemed to be in my very arid deciding to become a trader, estab¬
blood, for life in the African wilds. And lished a post in a promising region of the
overcoming strenuous family opposition great Rtft Valley.)
to the extent that I was given a steamer
ticket to Mombasa and fifty pounds, go
I did.
W HAT with doctoring the babies, and
anyone else who was sick, and being
My first employment in Africa was the means whereby regular supplies were
the prosaic one of clerking in a store. obtained, I became more and more firmly
Followed a succession of jobs—with a established in the good graces of the peo¬
sawmill company, gold-prospecting, and ple of the drought-stricken valley.
as a kind of ranger of a large timber This friendliness was, of course, good
concession on the Nandi Escarpment. for trade, and to that extent I welcomed
There I took up ivory hunting, which at it. But there were occasions when it
that time was very profitable. My next was embarrassing, to say the least. One
big-game activity was hunting buffalo— such was when it led me into agreeing to
in order to sell their hides to a certain make one of a small party of young war¬
restive tribe that wanted them to make riors who, armed only with spears and
into war shields. Finally I was appoint¬ shields, were to go through the ordeal of
ed a White Hunter. facing a charging lion.
It was no mean honor. Before a man I was inveigled into this by a certain
was granted the government license that old chief who had something of a repu¬
made him a White Hunter, he had to be tation as a wit. In the evenings when I
proved a man of integrity, character, and camped near this village, I used to do a
experience in hunting and bushcraft. fair bit of hunting for the pot, and the
For a White Hunter is an expert who old man, clad in a monkey robe, would
organizes and leads parties of untried peo¬ come along and squat by my camp-fire,
ple who want to go on safari—tourists, and swap yarns, and beg tid-bits from
scientists, and big-game photographers. the carcasses. He was a smallish man,
(After some years of service as White with a sharp face, eyes that were oddly
Hunter in charge of safaris for all man¬ pink round the edges, but with a kind of
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grave twinkle in them, none the less, and chief’s idea of a joke, I didn’t like it.
a white scruff of beard that he constantly But as I was on the point of telling him
played with. He took a great interest so, I stopped. If I refused to go with the
in my 9.3 millimeter rifle, and in between young men, the affair might get beyond
pinches of snuff would ask questions re¬ the point of being a joke. Having de¬
garding its range and killing power. One clared I was not afraid to tackle a lion
evening as he sat there, the twinkle in with a spear, my backing out now might
his eyes grew more pronounced, and he be taken badly. They would think I
began to talk of the ceremonies attached was afraid.
to the making of a full-fledged warrior. Hence, I looked at the old chief, and
It was all very well for white men, he gave what I hoped was a careless nod,
said. They had these fine guns that though inwardly I felt very far from
went “boom-boomI” and could kill the careless, and I told him I would join the
fiercest lion from afar. The white man party in the morning. I tried to let it
had to be brave, of course, and a good be gathered that I considered the affair
hunter—but how braver were the young would provide a pleasing little change in
men who had to face the lion only with the monotony of the days.
spear and shield?
I said it was certainly very brave of
them, and all very interesting, and went
N EXT morning I awoke with a sink¬
ing feeling inside of me, and a firm
on to talk of other things. But the old conviction that in letting that damned
chief came back to his subject. Did old chief jockey me into a thing like
young white men, he asked, have to go this, I was the world’s prize idiot. I
through anything of this sort before they went along to the place where the young
were allowed to be called grown-up men, men were being paraded, feeling that the
to take to themselves wives? He had chief’s sense of humor was very definitely
heard it was not so, but that young'white perverted.
men were called grown-up and eligible for The young men numbered eight—
marrying as soon as they reached a cer¬ eight quivering young men of magnifi¬
tain age, and it didn’t matter whether cent build. Each had a big war-shield
they had proved themselves brave men of stout buffalo hide, a spear and a short
or not. It did not sound right to him, sword. The swards hung from belts
and he would like much if I told him the about their middles, and these belts were
truth of the matter. their only garments. In the light of the
I had a growing feeling that the old early morning, their naked bodies looked
fellow was poking sly fun at me; but I like wonderful pieces of sculpture which
pretended not to notice it, and entering by some magic had been animated. All
into what I thought was the spirit of the were painted, in varying designs, with
thing, proceeded to vindicate the cour¬ red ochre and white wood-ash. They
age of white men, even going so far as to pranced and danced around, eager to be
say that although my accustomed way away to the place of the lion and in the
of hunting was with a rifle, I, for one, fray. The whole of the village popula¬
would not be afraid to tackle a lion with tion stood around, watching.
only a spear and shield, as he had said There was a buzz of excited interest
the young natives did. as I came up. I felt appraising eyes on
but sharp as a razor. Then I was re¬ and shoulders, and very dangerous-look¬
quested to remove my clothes; and at ing.
this it seemed to me a hush of expect¬ There was a rattle of shields as the
ancy ran through the watching crowd. nine of us stiffened, and brought our
But I refused to take them off. I was spears to the ready. The lion had broken
not prepared to face the fury of a charg¬ cover only a few yards from us, and was
ing lion without the moral support of nearly on us now. The original idea had
my trousers. There was, so to speak, no been that we were to charge together;
sense in adding indecent exposure to my but for one of the young men beside me,
troubles. The point was not ^pressed, the tension proved too much. Unable
however, and when presently we set out to contain himself another second, he
for the place of the lion, I was clad in leaped forward and flung his spear at the
my usual costume of khaki trousers and advancing beast.
a sleeveless shirt.
A whole crowd of natives came with
us, and on arrival at the area where the
T HAT effort might have cost him his
life, for the spear merely grazed the
lair of the lion had been spotted, numbers lion’s neck, and the lion turned on him
of them spread out in a funnel formation, like a flash and struck at him. But quick
and began beating the bush at the wide as was the lion, the young warrior was
end, with the object of driving the lion quicker, and as the beast’s great paw
down to the narrow end, where the eight flung out at him, he dropped down on his
naked young men, and one respectably back and pulled his big shield over him.
clad white man, stood and waited. All The tough buffalo hide shield was a per¬
along the sides of the funnel formation, fect protection, and the lion vainly
natives yelled and whooped, to keep the clawed and struck at it.
lion moving down the center. My eight At this, we all rushed in; and I know
young companions trembled with excite¬ that I, for one, was mighty glad that the
ment ; some were so nervously strung up attention of the lion had in this manner
that they sweated in streams, and made been diverted from us. We got to work,
the ocher and ash painting on their body and in a few seconds the lion fell, pierced
into a kind of mud. For my part—well, by every spear in the company.
with every one of the waiting seconds, it The ordeal was over, and we withdrew
was flooding over me more and more that our spears, which, being of soft native
while I was a- pretty good man with a iron, were twisted in all kinds of shapes.
rifle, I knew horribly little about a spear. That night we were acclaimed as great
Hitherto, I had not thought of spear¬ heroes, and there was a dance, and the
throwing as being any particular kind of tribe got howling drunk on native beer,
an art, but now it occurred to me forcibly and my companions in the spear-attack
that perhaps it called for a high degree of on the lion—the eight young men who
skill. now were full-fledged warriors—got so
For half an hour we stood there at the worked up that they became hysterical,
narrow end of that funnel formation, and had to be led away twitching, cluck¬
waiting and watching. Then we saw the ing like a lot of schoolgirls. They were
line of beaters breaking down some an extraordinary spectacle. . . .
bushes at the farther end of the funnel, Afterward, the old chief offered me
and suddenly a tremendous yelling went blood-brotherhood with the tribe, and I
up, with the people at the sides of the accepted. Such an offer was a high
funnel pointing and gesticulating. compliment. Also, acceptance meant a
Though we could not see him yet, the further strengthening of the trading re¬
lion had been spotted and was being lations between us.
driven down to usl The ceremony was very simple. As
By Captain
Milton Hartman
“It will soon be eight bells,” the skip¬
it on the couch. For a moment he stood with the roar of wind; then I breasted
in the light of the binnacle, brushing the my way down the ladder to the boat-
water from his beard, a serious frown on deck. I clung there an instant; then the
his sunburned face. “The Scotchman old hooker gave a frightful wallow,
is going to croak about some imaginary shipped a sea fore and aft, and flung me
breakdown, I’ll warrant,” he grumbled high against the salt-coated funnel. With
as he crossed the deck and lifted the a thump I landed on the fiddley grating,
speaking-tube. “Hello!” he called below. where I lay stunned for a moment. The
“Aye, it’s the captain speaking.” There warm air from the boiler-room and a
was a tense silence, as the skipper lis¬ wisp of spray revived me. Painfully I
tened to what the chief engineer was crept to the iron ladder and clambered
telling him. Deep lines appeared in his below, wet to the skin. It was very warm
bewhiskered face; after a time that and comforting on the platform inside.
seemed to me an eternity he replied: The clang of the iron doors on the fire¬
“Aye-aye, Chief, you can slow down; boxes, and the rasping of the shovels
that may help to relieve the pressure.” mingled with the regular tramp—tramp
With a muttered oath he let the tube- —tramp of the antiquated engine as it
handle snap back and turned to his watch urged the old hulk outward to do battle
officer. “The chief says she is taking in against the battery of seas the gale was
water as fast as he can pump it out with piling up.
both bilge-pumps working.”
“That’s bad,” replied the mate.
“Aye, it’s damn’ bad, to my way of
S UDDENLY my attention was drawn
down through the iron grating to the
thinking,” rumbled the skipper as he two men on watch in the boiler-room—
puffed for a moment on his pipe. “Iron grotesque giants, their shadows weirdly
ore is dangerous stuff to carry in a leaky thrown against the bulkhead, shoveling
ship. I expect it’s those plates we sprung coal into the fiery mouths beneath the
in the port bilge last voyage. I reported boilers.
the matter to the owners and begged “Say, look-a-here, Weasel,” bellowed
them to have the old hooker drydocked. one as he cast his eyes sidewise at the
They told me to let it slide for a while— steam gauge, “that gol-darned Dutchman
grumbled about no profits—bad business. and his mate are late again in relieving
Blast ’em!” us. Wait until he comes down—I’ll
“Aye-aye, sir,” replied the mate with punch the big squarehead on the snout.”
a broad wink. “I’ll bet they doubled As he said this, he slammed one of the
the insurance. If those damn’ lubbers fire-doors with a bang and pitched his
had to risk their lives on the old packet shovel into a pile of coal.
they’d jolly well see that her bottom was A bulky shadow slipped past me,
sound.” swayed down the iron ladder and landed
The captain was about to reply when with a clatter on the shining foot-plate.
he caught sight of my relief clinging to It was the Dutchman and he was alone.
the handle of the door. “What are you “Veil, shipmates, here I vass,” he
standing there for like a dummy?” he boomed as he picked up a slice-bar.
barked. “Relieve the wheel.” “Late again!” bellowed Yank as he
“Aye-aye, sir,” quavered my old ship¬ squared himself into a belligerent atti¬
mate as he sidled up alongside of me. tude. “What’s the excuse this time?”
“Nor’-a-half west,” I said mechanical¬ “Ach, Yank, I vill explanation every-
ly as I turned over the wheel to him. dings. Dhere iss drouble on deck, und
“Nor’-a-half west,” he echoed. I dhink der ship has springed a leak.”
“Watch her close and don’t let her “The ship sprung a leak; so that’s your
pound any more than you can help,” excuse, you—” yelled Yank as he struck
snapped the skipper. I opened the lee the Dutchman square on the chest and
door, stepped out and slammed it shut. slammed him up against the bulkhead.
By BILL ADAMS
One week passed before I saw the gravings and various metal-eating acids,
mysterious silver fiend again. The drug¬ none of which had been purchased by the
gist was filling a ’scrip, and asked me to mysterious man. At the end of one
see what he wanted. I knew in advance. article one passage held my attention.
Sure enough, more nitrate of silver, and It read: “The futility of photography in
this time another dose of bromide of counterfeiting enterprises is due to the
potassium. He gave me a ten-dollar bill fact that color photography has never
and I returned him his change. been perfected; also the impossibility of
I would be recognized and on the sur¬ them all. I closed the door so I could
face the place would look legitimate. I turn «n the bright light and inspect the
must get in late at night and pry around. place without being seen from outside.
When the store closed at midnight, I I rummaged in files and drawers, trying
slipped a .32-revolver from a drawer into to replace everything as nearly as pos¬
my pocket, bade the pharmacist good sible. Then I noticed a box labeled “Do
night and left, ostensibly for my room. not open even in faint non-actinic light—
I circled the building where Brandon had super-special plates” This aroused my
his office. There were few offices lit up. suspicions. I took a chance. Without
Finally they became dark. The entrance switching off the light, I opened the box,
to the building was never locked. and after holding to the light six or
before us, was wonderful and exhilarat¬ the wind was subsiding. We were shiv¬
ing; but shortly another sight claimed ering, and soaked to the skin from the
our undivided attention. We were rain that was still falling, but the sun
startled by a distant roll of thunder, and was beginning to show through the
as we turned and looked toward the clouds—the storm had passed on. As I
Rockies, a most appalling sight greeted looked downward I was surprised to see
our eyes. A thunderstorm was sweeping that Professor King had made no at¬
out of the foothills, and advancing tempt to climb the ropes, but was stand¬
rapidly toward the city. Flashes of ing in the basket looking intently at the
lightning streaking across black, wind- rapidly approaching landscape. The
driven clouds, rumbling peals of thunder, brief tempest had blown us southeast of
gradually becoming louder and louder as the city, and in this fortune favored us,
the storm approached us, filled us with as we would make our landing on the
terror, as we realized how helpless we open prairie—in a very few moments.
were to seek refuge from it. The storm I cautioned Glen to hang on to the
covered only a small area, but we were ropes for dear life, as we were about to
directly in its path, and it was plainly alight. The words were scarcely out of
evident we would be unable to ascend my mouth when the basket struck the
above the clouds before it reached us. ground with such force that the brave
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