Bemidji Daily Pioneer Newspaper, March 4, 1916, Page 3

” 4 ‘, } ! } IA. LaBaw and son, Robert, left to- day for Duluth and Superior where they will visit for a week as the guests of friends and relatives. About The City A. J. Gratton departed last night for Superior, Wis., to spend a few days visiting with his twin brother, Frank, who is acting as intern in Mr. and Mrs. Mike Hilgren of Kel- liher were visitors in Bemidji yes- terday. ’ ning for Hines where she will visit for a few days with her parents. She will return to this city Monday to re- sume her studies at the high school. Leroy Matson left last evening for Kelliher. He will return to this city Monday, after having spent Sun- day with his parents. Mr. Matson before returning to their home at Tenstrike, Miss Rachael Gerlinger left last evening for Spur to spend a few days over Sunday with her parents, Mr, ces, returned last evening to at Spur. Mr. Knot was formerly a resident of this city. i — Miss Beatrice Backus'was!hostess Victor Flatner of Blackduck vis- ited with relatives in Bemidji yes- terday. Dr. J. W. Diedrich left last eve- ning for Little Falls where he will visit friends for a few days. One of these nice days you ought to go to Hakkerup’s and have your picture taken.—Adv. 14tt The Entre Nous club will. be en- tertained at the home of Mrs. W. F. Marcum on Monday afternoon. Dr. W. K. Denison, veterinary surgeon, returned to Bemidji yester- day from a professional visit to Fed- eral Dam. Clarence McGowen arrived in the city yesterday from Schley to spend a few days visiting with friends and relatives. Mrs. J. G. Gratton left this morn- ing for Minneapolis and St. Paul and will spend a few days visiting with relatives. Tulips, Paper White Narcissus and Jonquils, per doz., 75c¢; Carnations, per doz., $1.00; Roses, per doz., $1.50 and $2.00. BEMIDJI FLORAL CO. —Adv. as34 Mr. and Mrs. Fred Bucksen of Lake Plantaganet were among the out-of-town business visitors in the city yesterday. Mr. and Mrs. James Stepp of Spur were business visitors in the city yesterday, returning to their home in the evening. Attorney A. A. Andrews returned this morning from Gonvick where he spent several hours last night -at- tending to legal matters. Phone 88 and let us bring you one of our special $1.00 boxes of flowers for Sunday. BEMIDJI FLORAL CO.—Adv. das4 Miss Irene Brockway of Brainerd attended the Brainerd-Bemidji bas- ket ball game last evening. She re- turned home on the late train. Mrs. T. S. Andrews of Northern ar- rived in the city yesterday for a short visit with her brother, Attor- ney A. A. Andrews, and family. James Rice, after spending yester- day in Bemidji attending to busi- ness affairs, returned last evening to his home at Tenstrike. He also visited with friends in the city while here. Mrs. G. W. Evans and daughter, Pearl, were visiting as the guests of friends and relatives in Bemidji yesterday, returning to Nary this af- ternoon. Miss Elsie Jennings, a junior of the Bemidji high school, left yester- day afternoon for Scribner where :she will visit over Sunday with rela- tives and friends. B. W. Lakin, logging superintend- ent of the Crookston Lumber com- pany, returned this morning from Minneapolis where he spent several days on business. Miss Helen Kiebler arrived in the city last evening from Brainerd to spend a short time as the guest of Mrs. J. E. Fitzgerald. She will re- turn to her home tonight. Mrs. George Cochran and Mrs. L. EXERCISE AND GRECIAN BEAUTY g WHAT IT MEANS. Many thousands of women are nowe a-days paying attention to physical cyl- ture and the proper exercise of their body muscles, where, thirty years ago or fifty years ago there was no thought expended on this science which is quite necessary to physical beauty. The reason the Greeks, both men and women, excelled in beautiful and sym- metrical forms was because of the at- tention they paid to the proper exer- cise. Then, too, they were untram- meled by corsets, shoes and the in- conveniences of clothing. To the mipds of some women the idea of physical .exercise conveys only the idea of hard: fatiguing work. Mild exercise con- tinued day after day is best for the body and spirits and health. With- .out proper exercise there cam be no health, and without health there can be no real beauty. ‘There is no stronger proof of the sound remedial value of Dr. Pierce’s Favorite Prescription than that it re- stores the wasted form to its wonted roundness. The mighty restorative power of Dr. Pierce’s Favorite Prescription speedily causes all womanly troubles to disa)})y- pear—compels the organs to proper! perform their natural functions, cor- rects displacements, overcomes irregu- larities, removes pain and misery at certain' times and brings back health and strength to nervous, irritable and exhausted women. Tt is a wonderful prescription pre- pared only from Nature’s roots with | glycerine, with no- alcohol to falsely stimulate.- It banishes pain, headache, : backache, low spirits, hot flashes, drag- ging-down sensations, e lessness surely and without loss of time. Sick women are invited to consult Dr. Pierce, by letter, free. Pierce, Invalids’ Hotel, Buffalo, N. Y. iward the jungle. St. Mary’s hospital of that ecity. — Author of “Red Mouse,” “Running Fight,” “Cats- paw,” “Blue Buckle,” etc. SYNOPSIS. On the day of the eruption of Mount Pelee Capt. John Hardin of the steamer Princess rescues flve-year-old Annette Ilington from an open boat, but is forced to leave behind her father and his com- panions. Ilington is assaulted by Her- nandez and Ponto in a vain attempt to get papers which glln on has managed to send aboard the Princess with his daughter, papers proving his title to and telling the wnereabouts of the lost island of Cinnabar. Ilington’s injury causes his mind to become a blank. Thirteen years elapse. Hernandez, now an oplum smug- gler, witr Ponto, Inez, a female accom- plice, and the mindless brute that once was Ilington, come to Seaport, where the widow of Captain Hardin is living with her son Neal and Annette Ilington, and plot, to steal the papers lett to Annette y her father. Neal tries for admission to the Naval academy, but through the treachery of Joey Welcher is defeated by Joey and disgraced. Neal enlists in the navy. Inez sets a trap for Joey and the conspirators get him in their power. In a struggle for possession of the map Her- nandez, Annette and Neal each secure a portion. Annette sails on the Coronado in search of her father. In Martinique An- nette and Neal are captured, but are res- cued by a sponge diver. Inez forges iden- tification papers for herself as Annette. In an insurrection Neal and Annette are again captured, carried to the Sun City and Annette 18 offered as a sacrifice to the sun god. They are rescued by ma- rines from the Albany. Landed in Tortu- ga, Annette and Neal are captured and exposed to yellow fever infection by Her- nandez, but are rescued by sallogs from the Albany. Inez tries to rob Xnnette and escapes. On her wa{ to Chantillo An- nette is captured. Neal is promoted and leads a party of transferred men toward Chantillo, but is caught in a train wreck on the way. the false identification papers to Brother Anselmo at Santa Maria mission. Ponto Is caught and killed in his own trap, set for Annette. Annette proves title and turns over Lost Island to the govern- ment. Welcher dies in a remorseful effort to save her from Hernandez. Annette and Neal, on their way to Lost Island, are wrecked on a cannibal island by Her- nandez’ trickery. The brute is accepted by the cannibals as their god. THIRTEENTH INSTALLMENT WHITE GODS .. CHAPTER LV. | b 5 Anthropophagl. A white face—a white beard! Po- tent ractgrs even with a savage tribe. The man-eaters of this South Pacific island, cringed in terror before the blank and staring eyes of the big Brute, His blank and staring eyes! They, too, had their weird effect. “Look—see,” whimpered this crowd of latter-day cannibals, the one to the other, “he sees across the world—he talks with spirits—he is a god!” The Brute, save for the slight weav- ing of his massive figure from side to side, stood quiet and impassive. He was wholly unafraid. Behind him, however, crouched an- other figure that told another story. Hernandez, his hands still manacled, trembled with fear. But he was still resourceful—he knew his power. “Beast,” he whispered—and tremu- lous though it was, it still was a com- mand, “Beast, you've got them down. Seize the foremost spike and run them through. Be quick.” The Brute heard his master’s voice, and immediately obeyed. He stooped, aad stooping, wrenched from the fore- most naked figure the deadly weapon that the latter held within his grasp. It was relinquished without a struggle. Its former possessor stretched himself full upon the ground, waiting the death thrust. His savage companions drew back upon their haunches, their eyes glowing with religious fervor. “A sacrifice,” they cried, “a sacri- fee.” . But there was no sacrifice. Instead, the Brute merely held the spear aloft for & moment—held it in the air with both his hands. 'Then he brought it crushing’ down across his knee, and broke it clean in twain. “Eye-yah!” There was an ejacula- tion of wonder—of brute applause for brute strength. ‘The erstwhile possessor of the spear —as ugly-faced an individual as ever ate a pound of human flesh—touched the Brute upon the shoulder and point- ed toward the jungle. “Follow him, Beast,” cried Hernan- dez a bit impatiently, “nothing can harm us now.” For the first time the Brute seemed conscious of his master’s presence. He turned and faced Hernandez. He grunted in uncertainty. “Look—see,” said the leader, in his guttural accents and primitive tongue, look—see. This man is his captive. The god-is hungry. He would eat.” The leader pointed to the manacled hands of Hernandez. He made a sign —a sign immediately cbeyed. A dozen blacks sprang forward, seized Her- nandez and swung his body to their shoulders. Tkea at another word of command, they started off, jog trot to- Hernandez strug- gled like a maniac, but to no purpose. Then he yelled: “Follow, Beast, follow,” he cried. “Save me. Come. The Brute followed, wondering. Not for ore instant did he suspect the man-eaters had sinister designs upon his master. Finally they entered a wide clear- ng. In the middle of this clearing worry -and slecp-lwfls a village of straggling ‘huts‘-and tents. It was a ghastly village—an ill-smelling village. Scattered about Address D, !it were skulls and bones. enough to "turnish Jolly Rogerd o & huudred ‘pf Miss Sylvia Carter left last eve- Neal of the Navy By WILLIAM HAMILTON OSBORNE (Copyright, 1816, by Willlam Hamllion Oeborne) Hernandez and Inez present | is a senior in the local high school. Novelized from the Photo Play of the Same Name Produced by the Pathe Exchange, Inc, rate ships. It became clear then to Hernandez that the party on the beach —the small company of cannibals that had surrounded him and his compan- ion, were merely a side issue. Here was a city—here a multitude. Hehad little time, however, for reflection. He was flung violently to the ground. The leader of the little band touched the Brute upon the breast and made a sign. “Look—see,” he signed. The Brute followed, staring, mildly wondering, possibly—perhaps not wondering at all, The leader ‘led the way to a rude hut, larger than the rest, and gro- tesquely daubed with clay. In front of this he paused and chanted some weird song, A figure, huge and un- wieldy, appeared in the doorway. Huge and unwieldy as he was, he was a pygmy compared with the big Brute. He was a chief, this man, and he looked it, every inch. He was the greasiest, the dirtiest, of all the greasy, dirty crew. In his right hand he held a bone. Now and then he gnawed upon it—now and then he used it as a scepter. He extended it and touched the approaching native on the forehead. The latter bowed— then turned and pointed at the Brute. “This,” he jabbered in his native tongue, “is a god, and risen from the sea. He is hungry. He would eat.” The chief in turn threw himself upon his face. He called to all the multi- tude, and bade them do likewise. Then ne remembered. He rose and signed to the Brute. “He is hungry,” he repeated. god would eat.” Then he led the way to the fire. The Brute stared at it contempla- tively. He smiled. “The god is pleased,” exclaimed the chief, “let us therefore eat.” He cast from him the bone he had been holding.” He made another sign. The Brute glanced to one side. There upon the ground, wild eyed with fright, lay three human beings. Upon one of these miserable vie- tims a dozen men now pounced. They lifted him, writhing, into the air, and started toward the flames. They were about to fling him across the flames when something happened. The Brute understood. With one bound he was upon them, and with wide sweeps of his powerful hands and arms he scattered them right and left. There was a wild murmur against this outrage—a sudden handling of spears and stone heads, but the Brute never heeded the outcry. Instead he calmly stooped over each victim, one by one, and tore the bonds of each apart, and set them free. He held back the angry mob while the three captives trotted nimbly off into the nearby jungle. The chief stared at him astounded. He might, indeed, have brained the Brute with his club had he not felt the terrific grip of the Brute upon him. Then he realized—once more—that the Brute was not a mere man, after all. There was a wild clamor, but the chief stilled it with uplifted hand. Then the leader of the beach band stepped forward and saluted. “He has his own captive,” he whis- pered to the chief, “see, yonder. He brought him with him, out of the sea.” The chief understood. He gave an order. A dozen more braves sprang toward Hernandez and bore him to the chief. The chief pointed toward the poles and the green vines lying torn upon the ground. In an instant, Her- nandez lay prostrate—in another in- stant half his clothes were torn from his back. “Beast,” Beast.” 5 The Brute saved him. He charged into their midst like a raging bull—he tore Hernandez from their grasp. The Brute snarled in his throat—he kicked and clutched and clawed at the little nucleus of savages. They fell back before him as before a whirlwind —they were stunned. Again, murmurs. But again the murmurs were silenced by the chief himself. “He is his own captive,” said the chief to his followers, “let him do as he will.” Hernandez, once upon his feet, was not slow to act. “Quick,” he said to the Brute, “get a stone—two stones. Knock these wristlets from my hands.” He held out his manacled wrists— the Brute understood, and obeyed. With his two hands free, Hernandez’ brain was working once again. Quick as a flash he stooped and picked up a short piece of twisted vine. Raising his hand high in air, he brought this piece of vine—a stinging, snakelike whip—swishing down upon the head and shoulders of the Brute. The Brute cowered, cringed, whim- pered. Hernandez folded his arms, stared sternly at the Brute for one swift instant, and then turned and met the glances of the chief and all his tribe. The chief was startled. He plucked his leutenant by the arm. “Look,” said the chief, “the big man 18 & god, but this is his master.” “The he shrieked, “save me, at a small party given yesterday af- Mrs. R. G. Tuffard and son, Del- and Mrs. William Gerlinger, . Misg high school. CHAPTER. LVI. 8. 0. 8. on, Land and.Sea. Neal, from quite another .portion of the beach, scanned the -horizon with alarm. He shook his head. The horizon line was clear—there was no hint. of smoke. He turned to.the first. mate.of, the ‘wrecked fruit steamer that lay strand- ed on the reefs. “We've: got to-get word to the Mis: souri, somehow,” he: said, . “beside; |’ we've left Annette and my mother | starving back there. Let's return.” Neal found his mother and Annette |- where he had left them. Cocoanuts and clams, hurriedly gathered, supplied: them. with a satis- factory meal. Neal stretched his: arms. “I nev- er can think upon an empty stomach,” he remarked, “so I'm just beginning to dope things out. Look at friend |I sea,” he exclaimed, “she’s like a mill- || pond. The tide’s out. There's not a | wave splashes over the wreck. I'm oft.” “Where to?” queried his mother in alarm. < \ “I'm going to row over to the wreck |: and help myself—to some 8. 0. S.” | He strode to the water's edge. He beckoned to the-first mate. In another moment they were launched and pulling with even, steady strokes toward the wreck beyond. They made fast the boat, shipped their oars and-clambered up the side ! 'of the almost submerged. fruit steam- er. . “Good,” said Neal, “the wireless room is intact.” He sent out his call—cast it to the four winds—his messenger, seeking everywhere for the Missouri. On the Missour? the wireless opera- tor got it—feebly at first. “S. 0. S.” clamored Neal. “Who are you?” queried the battle- ship. Neal told him. “All right,” said the Missouri, “we'll be there in three shakes of a lamb’s tail.” Or words to that-effect. On shore, meantime, Annette, the wanderlust ever strong within her, had wandered up the beach and out of sight: The solitude was appalling, but not unpleasant.: Tripping along gayly, she had stum. bled over something half hidden by the sand. Her firm step had loosened it—but it had nearly sent her sprawl- ing. She drew back, regarding the object in affrighe.. Then she-turned and darted back toward safety at full speed. Arrived -at the'little camp she clutched frantically at the arm of one of the crew. “A human skull,” she gasped, “back there. I saw it, buried in the sand.” GHAPTER LVIL Safety- First. Not for one instant did Hernandes lose the advantage:that he had al- ready gained. With audacity ‘that belonged only- to him, he led the Brute-to the: chief's own throne—a rude affair composed of' a rough -seat under overhanging bow- ers. “Go—sit,” he exclaimed to the Brute. He enforced the command with a shower of blows. The Brute obeyed. “Hungry,” sald the eye and hand of Hernandez, to the chief, “the god still hungry—and the master of ‘god, very, very hungry, still.” The chief spread his hand. He point- ed toward the jungle whence had sped the several captives unbound by the Brute, Hernandez smiled—a deadly, wicked smile. “Beast,” he exclaimed, “stay whera you are.” He beckoned to the chief. “You come with me,” he signed. The chief nodded; beckoned to a number of his bodyguard, and fol- lowed Hernandez through_ the jungle. At a knoll on its outskirts Hernandez held his fingers to his lips. Then he pushed - the -chief's-head - through -the bushes: *Leok,” he said,.enforcing the com- mand, - . The chief looked. He looked far out across. the placid‘ waters of the Pa- ¢ific, and there he saw a wreck. “Umm?” ° exclaimed ° the ‘chief, smacking- his-ips.’ * < “Ah,” laughed -Hernandez to- him- ‘self,> “you:know ‘what thet means-all Gerlinger, is a.student in the localstreet. _| restrained him, keeping ‘his finger on “Beast,” Heo: 8hrieked, “Save Me, Beast!” her toward the jungle. followed was stricken down. tor. him by the arm. that spelled fury, “back tire. woman belongs to me.” ' vicinity of New York—becauge they ternoon at her home “‘on :Righth The afternoon was passed in sewing and music, after which a his lips. “Me,” signed Hernandez, “follow me. Do what I do.” For one instant he looked about him, getting his bearings. Then he started on. For many minutes the parly skirted the edge of the jungle, never once showing itself, and moving al- ways silently as the grave itself. At length Hernandez once more halted— this time on the edge of a grove of ralms. Holding his cannibal crew back, Hernandez beckoned to the chief to advance alone. The chief obeyed. With the swiftness of two Bavages, Hernandez and the chief dafted:be- hind the trunks.of two separate trees. Herrandez pointed toward the:beach. “White meat, you old: gourmand, whispered Hernandez, “white. meat. And very tender.” i 3 Down on the beach, busying them- selves about their self-appointed tasks, were Annette and her foster mother. There were several members of the fruit steamer’s crew—all white. There was Inez Castro—also white—but an outcast, sitting, brooding by herself. Hernandez counted the men. ““We need four to one, at least,” he said to himself. Then he nodded to the chief and held up the fingers of both hands several times. The chief undorstood. He was a warrior. He knew that much safety'lay fn num- vers. He beckoned to’twdof his men and gave them orders. They crept back, silently through the trail. Hernandez and the chief wriggled back into the undergrowth and then sat down to wait. A Annette’s party suddenly made up its mind to decamp. The discovery of the skull upon the beach was a dis. turbing fact. . “When Neal comes—" said Annette. “Right,” said a sailor, “we’ll put it up to him.” He glanced casually. toward the grove of palms, this sailor: Then with an oath he sprang to his feet. “Boys,” he cried aloud, feeling for - weapon, “we’re in for it. Women in the shed. Look, here they come.”” The other sailors, with the swiftness of seamen in a sudden squall, were upon their feet, each with a weapon in his hand. They forced the women into the hut and formed a circle, guarding it. And then broke the storm. With tke yell of a thousand demons, the black man-eaters were upon them. One warrior seized Inez in his grasp, and with a cry of triumph darted with A saflor who But it was Hernandez who stopped the cap- luncheon was served. " Misses Alice and Tennie Pender- gast, who have been teaching school at.the White Harth Indian reserva- tion, are visiting for a short time at the home of their parents, Mr. and Mrs. L. G. Pendergast. In order to furnish entertainment for the members of the Brainerd high school basket ball team . until Struggling with her captors, An- nette stumbled on blindly through the jungle. Behind her she heard the mut- tered oaths of the male members of her party. Just once she heard a whisper. “Don’t tell the women—for God’s sake don’t tell the women. They’ll be knowing, soon enough.” At that moment there was a distant shout that grew stronger and stronger. The cannibal crew answered it—it rol- licked back and forth. Then in the near distance Annette heard the break- ing of bodies through the undergrowth and-a-fresh crowd of savages ap- peared, yelling like mad. This new crowd seized Annette and swung her to their shoulders, and with her, ran through the undergrowth like deer. And then—they dashed into the clearing. They darted across the open space, still with Annette in their clutches—and laid her down before the Brute—who still sat on his crude dais, staring, always staring into space. Annette struggled to her feet and looked wildly about her. Her foot touched something and she started back—looked down. The object was a skull, Annette shrieked in terror—she tried to hide her face but could not. She saw the fire—she looked into the eyes of her fellow captives. Upon. their foreheads sweat stood out in beads—cold sweat, the sweat of fear. She asked a question of them with her eyes, but they turned their heads away. & 2 Then, understanding at last, Annette swooned—slumped into a heap at the feet of the Brute. The Brute staring, always staring, rose to his feet. He stooped down. But before he could touch the girl, the chief intervened. The chief him- self lifted her, and held her where the god man could look upon her. He mouthed and smacked his lips. And the Brute, recognizing Annette, nodded his head and smiled with that vacant smile of his. “Eye-yah,” yelled the multitude of savages, “the god is hungry—he will eat.” “All—all will eat,” cried the chief in triumph. “This white girl first.” He made another sign, and a dozen savages broke away and came back with huge logs, which they swung in- to the dying fire, sending its sparks high into the air. They seized one of the long poles, and tied Annette to it—tied her with green, strong vines. They waited for a moment to let the fire gain headway. . . . They clustered round her, danced about her—touched her. . . . Down on the beach, two merry men leaped out of a lifeboat and drew her well upon the shore. “The gang—" began the mate. Then he stopped. With a wild yell he dart- ed up the beach, Neal by his side. “What's happened,” stammered Neal, “where are—" He said no more. By this time they were standing on the blackened em- H bers of a scattered fire—by the rude hut shattered and broken—and by two or three red splotches that stained the white sand and soaked it. Neal, his face gone white with ter- ror, clutched the mate by the ‘arm. “Blood,” he gasped. “blood. ~Whose blood? You tell me that.” Then the two men—only two—still side by side, sped on toward the jun- gle. The footprints led that way. At the grove of palms they stopped. They glanced about uncertainly. “Here,” cried Neal, darting forward, “a bit of Annette’s dress. Come on.” It was easy now, following this trail. But ever and anon Neal glanced at his comrade. “Whose blood?” he demanded, “tell me that.” And the two men—only two—went on. At last, guided now by shouts and cries of triumph, they reached the He darted after him and caught “Back,” he ordered, with a sign This “Senorita,” said Hernandez suavely, bearing her to a place of comparative security, “let us be noncombatants for once. Get others working for-you, is my motto. As for us, why—safety first.” Inez shivered. She dragged Her- nanfez toward an opening between the trees. “Look, look,” she cried, her face rigid with terror, “its horrible, hor- rible, horrible.” A short time later, by the side of Hernandez, she stumbled ° blindly through the jungle—in the midst of a howling, panting mob of half-naked warriors. The warriors were the vie- tors. And they bore with them the spoils—two women, still alive, a small squad of torn and battered sailors, and a few silent figures—silent forever. “What are they going to do?” wailed Inez. Hernandez shrugged his shoulders. “Its out of my hands,” he said, “but I've got to see it through. I've got to know what happens. T'Ve got to be there—or else they’ll get me too. We'll be lucky to escape. But we'll es- cape, you and I, never fear. I've ar- ranged for it. I've arranged for— safety first.” CHAPTER LVIIL The Feaat.r Because Annette Ilington and her foster mother had ever .lived in the had always been within the newspa- per zone—because they had enjoyed the advantage of telephone, and motor car, and motion picture—because of all the luxury and civilization surround- ing them,. they neyer;once" lnypoud that man-eating savages still existed, clearing and ;peered across it. “My God,” cried Neal aloud, “look— look.” Two savages—two at first and then a dozen—had seized the long pole and had begun to swing it out across the fire. Upon it, limp, unconscious, tight- ly bound, lay the form of Annette. Neal was across the“clearing in a ‘bound. Like a maniac, Neal charged into the group of warriors who held one end of the long pole and stripped them from it. With the same fearful energy he charged into the gang at the other end and knocked them down. Then, bestriding the prostrate form of An- nette—and he knew not whether she ‘was alive or dead—he squared himself and howled - defiance. “Come on,” he cried, “the whole bunch\of you. Come on.” Overin a hut, crouched and cower- ing, was\Inez Castro—watching with eyes wide with fear. “Hernandéy,” she shrieked, “Her- nandez—here.”" Hernandez crept-toward her. “You are right, Senorita,” hesaid, his breath coming and going, his heart beating ke a trip hammer with excitement, “you are right. It is not in our hands. Now is our good time. Let us get away.” “Horrible,”- cried. Inez. “Therefore—away,” went on Her- nandez ‘leading her by the hand, “away from here—and to our fortune, Lost Isle” | “Horrible,” 'repeated: Inez, holding her hand across her face. “Ah,” said Hernandez, now dragging her with him, 3 bit roughly, “but'they ‘ are all aceounted:for—except the boat. And the boat is.on the sands. .Come— you come with* me.” Almost lifting her from the ground, he darted with her across the open space, unnoted by any of the savage crew -and -safely reached the jungle | trail, Reaching it, he put his hand i ipon his lips. |train time, several:of the students of the high ‘school gave a dance in the "city hall last evening. SATURDAY NIGHT DANCES ° At the City Hall every Saturday. Big crowd, good floor and good Come and bring.your friends. Admission free.—Adv. 3d84 musie. Subscribe for the Pioneer. “Careful,” he sald, “we know not whom we may meet. Careful. Come. We're safe.” Back before the fire, two men fought, back to back. One was Neal—and one the mate. They fought like tigers— for a moment, but not more. Twenty to one the man-eaters hurled them- selves upon two white men and_bore them, senseless, to the ground. The Brute meanwhile, was gazing wildly all about him—looking for his master and looking in vain. Suddenly, he of all men, saw the exit of Her- nandez—saw him steal away. At first he may have been impelled to follow— for he started off. But a close ob- server might have noted an expression of relief cross his countenance, for he sank back once more upon his seat and watched the fight. He even laughed—to him it seemed like a new game.- A fight was child’s play to the Brute. But when the un- conscious forms of Neal and the mate were borne away, he seemed alarmed. He started once more to his feet. “Eye-yah,” cried the chief to his fol- lowers, “the white god hungers. On with the feast.” Once more the bearers seized An- nette—still lashed firmly to the pole. Then for the first time the Brute real- ized that something was wrong—that here was horror. He darted into the midst of the war- riors and swung his arms. “No—no,” he cried. But the mere word of a god could never stop them now. They were hun- gry—they had fought for spoils and the spoils were theirs. They shoul- dered him aside, and went on. . . . They didn’t get far. The Brute was fresh—he had been resting. With one fell swoop he once more charged upon them, and tore them—broke them with his hands, broke their backs across his knees—cracked their skulls with a single blow. He swept them all before him, carrying the fight across the clearing. He seized one of the long poles and mowed them down like grain. He was more than one marf—he was ten. But he was only ten—no more. . . . Meantime, Neal’s captors, deter- mined on a little private vengeance, had trussed him up, or tried to. But that tough young man, having partial- ly revived, permitted his captors— there were but two—to go just so far. Then he came to life, and applied the gentle art of jiu jitsu to each of them in turn. It was effective—and bone breaking. Then Neal saw—and his heart leaped. Annette for the moment was deserted. The fight was centered on the Brute. Neal sprang to Annette, and with deft fingers loosed her bonds. He lifted her gently to his shoulder and started off. He was too late. For the fight with the Brute was over. For one instant the Brute had left open a vulnerable point—his defense had failed. With a mighty swung of a mighty war club, one of his antagonists dealt him a swinging, deadly blow upon the head. The Brute fell like a log. Then somebody saw Neal and An- nette. . . . Like a tidal wave, the whole crowd surged back to their fair victim. Neal, surrounded, dropped Annette to the ground and held his hands high in air. “God help us—help us,” he cried in desperate need. At that moment there was a ringing volley of rifle shots. A dozen savages fell dead. The rest turned to face another foe—a new kind. Out of the bushes sprang a squad of marines from the Missouri. They had landed in re- sponse to Neal’s wireless. They had struck the trail. They had arrived— just in the nick of time. “Pick your man,” cried Neal, “fire— ah” ' With a wild shout the savage crew turned and fled—fled in vain, each pur- sued by a man in uniform, each out- matched by one man. And when the squad had finished, there was no village—and no villagers. Neal saluted the officer in charge, and apologized. “Wasn’t my business to give orders, sir,” he smiled, “but it you'd been in my place. . g The officer saluted in his turn. “Don’t worry, son,” he said, “you’ll be in my place if you keep on fighting like that—you’ll keep going up—and Neal revived Annette—no very diffi- cult task, for Annette Ilington had inherited from scme source remark- able strength and endurance and won- derful nerve. He found his mother still insensible, but suffering only;from the shock. : “It's a good thing,” Annette whis- pered to him, “that she didn’t see it all.” Neal clenched his hands. “It's & bad thing any of us.saw it,” he ex- claimed, “somebody’s got to pay for this—somebody’s got to pay.” . With Annette clinging to him he strode over to a group of seamen who clustered about :an* object on the ground. The lieutenant was bending over the Brute. “He still lives,” said the liéutenant, “he may pull- through—but,that’s not saying much.” Annette kneeled down by the figure of the Brute.. “He must live,” she murmured, “he’s saved my life—not once but many. times.” % In a small boat out at sea—a boat set-with an improvised sall, Hernandez and Inez Castro glided over the sur- face-of & placid ocean. “On—to Lost Isle,” cried Hernandez in glee. Inez stared, motionless, expression- - less, into space. “Horrible,” she moaned dully, “hor- (TO BE CONTINUED.))