Bemidji Daily Pioneer Newspaper, May 8, 1922, Page 2

MONDAY LVENING AT 8, 1922 (Continued from last issue) CHAPTER XII. On board the Maggie II B. McGuffey, Esquire, had just gotten into position the Maxim-Vickers “pom-pom” gun on top of the house. The last bolt that held it in place had just been screwed tight when clear and shrill over the tops of the jungle and across the still surface of the little bay there floated to McGuffey's ears the single word : “Help!” McGnffey leaned against the gun, and for the moment he was as weuak s a child. “Gawd,” he muttered, “that was Seraggsy and they’re a-goin’ to eat him up. Oh, Gib, Gib, old man, why wouldn't you listen to me? Now they've got you. and whot in blazes I'm going to do to get you back, dead or alive, I dunno.” It was fuliy half an hour before poor McGuffey could pull himself together, and when he did, his grief was super- seded by a fit of rage that was ter- rible to behold. “Step lively, you blasted scum of “Don’t yelp, for Gawd's sake” im- plored Mr. Gibney. “We got ourselves into this, so let’s pay the fiddler our- selves. If we let out one yip and Mc- Guffey hears it, he’ll come ashore with his crew and tackle this outfit, even if he knows he'll get killed. And that's just what will happen to him if he comes. Let poor Mac stay ahoard. When we don't come back, he'll know it's all off, and if he has time to think over it he'll realize it would be foolish to try to do anything. But right now Mac's mad as a wet hen, and if we holler for help—Seraggsy, please don’t | holler. Die gam Captain Scraggs turned his terrified glanee on Mr. Gibney's tortured face. Scraggs was certainly a coward at heart, but there was something in Mr. (iibney’s unselfishness that touched a spot in his hard nature—a something he never knew he possessed. He howed his head and two big tears stole down his weatherbeaten face. “God bless you, Gib. my dear boy,” he said brokenly. “You're a man.” At this juncture the king came up and thoughtfully felt of Captain the seas,” he bawled to the mate, and the crew gathered around the gun. “Lug up a case of ammunition and we'll shell that bush until even a par- rot won't be left alive in It.” “aye, aye, sir,” responded the crew to a man,'and sprang to their task. “I'm an old navy gunner,” first mate quietly. said the gun. With a ‘pom-pom’ gun it's Just | like playing a garden hose on them, only it's high-explosive shell instead of water. I can search out every nook and cranny in the const of this island. Those guns are sighted up to -,000 yard. “KIl "em all,” raved McGuffey, “kill all the blasted niggers.” When Mr. Gibney fell under the m- pact of the earthenware pot he was only partially stunned. As he tried to struggle to his feet half a dozen hands were laid on him and in a trice he was ltted and earried back of the warl to a clear space where n dozen heavy teakwood posts stood in a row about four feet apart. Mr. Gibney was quick- 1y stripped of his clothing and bound hand and foot to one of these posts, Three minutes later another delegn- tlon of cannibals arrived, bearing the limp, naked body of Captain Scraggs, whom they bound in sin hion to the post beside Mr. Gibn Seraggs wus very white and bloody, but con- sclous, and his pale-blue eyes were flickering like a snake's. “What's—what’s—the his, Gib?" he gasped. “It means,” replied the commodore, “that it's all off but the shouting with me and you, Scraggs; This fellow Tabu-Tabu is a d—d traitor, and his people are still cannlbals. He's the decoy to get white men ashere. They schemed to treat us nice and be friend- 1y until they could get the whole crew ashore, or enough of them to leave the ship helpless, and then—O Gawd, Seraggsy, old man, can you ever for- glve me for gettin’ you into this? Captain Scraggs hung his head and | quivered like a hooked fish. “Will they—eat—us?” he quavered, finally. Mr. Gibney did not answer, only Captain Seraggs looked into his hor- rified eyes and read the verdict. “Die game, Scrag; was all Mr. Gibney could say. Don't show the white feather.” “D'ye think McGuffey could hear us | from here if we was to yell for help?” 1 meanin’ of seml-consclous, Seraggs in the short ribs, while Tabu- Tabu calculated the precise amount of luscious tissue on Mr. Gibney’s well- upholstered frame. “Bimeby we eat white man,” said Tabu-Tabu cheerfully. e 1 eat me, you hloody-handed heggar,” snapped Captain Seraggs, “I'l pizen you. TI've chawed tobacco “I'll_handle the | ) my life, and my meat’s as bitter as wormwood.” It was too funny to hear Scraggs jesting with death. Mr. Gibney forgot his own mental agony and roared with laughter in Tabu-Tabu's face. " The eannibal stood off a few feet and 1ooked searchingly in the commodore’s eyes. Ile was not used to the brand of white man who could Jaugh under such circumstances, and he suspected trenchery of some kind. He hurrled aver to fain the king and the two held a hurried conversation. As a result of their conference, a huge savage was called over and glven some iastrie- tions. Tabu-Tabu handed him a war elub and Mr. Gibney, rightly conjectur- ing that this was the officinl execu- tioner, howed his head and waited for the blow. It cume sooner than he expected. ! The earth seemed to rise up and smite Adelbert P. Gibney across the face. There was a roar, as of an explosion in his ears, and he fell forward on his face. He had a confused notion that when he fell the post came with him, For nearly a minute he lay there, and then something warm, dripping aeross his face, roused him. He moved, and found that his feet were free, thaugh his hands were still bound to the post, which lay ex- tended along his back. Ile rolled over and glanced up, Captain Seraggs was shrieking. By degrees the bells quit ringing in the commodore’s ears, and this Is what he heard Captain Scraggs yelling: Oh, ou McGuffey. Oh, you hully Sonk it to 'em, Mac. Kill You've got a dozen_of Plug away, you good old hunk of Irish bacon.” Mr. Gibuey was now himself once more. He struggled to his feet, and as he did, something burst ten feet and a little fleecy cloud of smoke ured his vision for a moment. Then he understood. McGuffey had a gun trained on the wari, and the savages, with frightful yells, were fleeing madly from the little shells. Half a dozen of them lay dead and wounded close by. “Hooray,” yellel Mr. Gibney, and dashed at the post which held Captain Seraggs prisoner. He struck it a pow- erful blow with his shoulder and Seraggs and the post hed to the ground. In an instant Mr. Gibney was s knees, tearing at Seraggs’ rope s with his teeth. IFive minutes Captain - Seraggs’ hands were free. Then Scraggs did a like service for Gibney. All the time the shells from the Mag- gle II were bhursting around them every second or two, and it seemed as It they must be killed before they could make their escape, As they tore along through the Jjungle path Mr. Gibney's good right | eye (his left was obscured) detected two savages crouching behind a clump ms, o the King and Tdby-Tabu,” aggs. “Let's round the beg- re,” responded the commodore, “We'll need ’em for hostages if we're to zet that black coral. We'll turn "em over to McGuffey.” . L T T “I'l better ease up a minute, sir,” said the mate to Mr. McGuffey. “The gun's getting fearful hot.” - “Let her melt,” raved McGuffey, “but keep her workin' for all she's | inquired Captain Scraggs hopefully. worth. T'll have revenge for Gib's death, or—sufferin’ mackerel " Detected Two Savages Crouching Be- hind a Clump of Coco Paims. McGuffey once more sat down on the cabin ventilator. He poiated dumbly to the beach, and there, pad- dling off to the Maggie II, were two naked cannibals and two naked white men in a canoe. Five minutes later they came alongside. McGuffey met them at the rail, and he smiled and licked his lower lip as. the trewmbling monarch and his prime minister, In re- sponse to a severe application of Mr. Gibney's hands and feet, came flying over the rail. Mr. Gibney and Captain Seraggs followed. “I'm much obliged to you, Mac,” said Mr. Gibuey, striving bravely to appear janunty. “One of your first shots came between my legs and cut the rope that held me, and banged me and the post I was tied to all over the lot. A frag- "ment of the shell appears to have taken away part of my ear, but I guess I'll recover. We're pretty well shook up, Mae, old socks, and a jolt aof whisky would be in order after you've put the frons on these two can- At 6:30 o’ddock of the morning of the day following the frightful experi- ence of Commodore Gibney and Cap- tain Seraggs with the cannibals of Kandavu, the members of the Maggie 11 syndicate faced qach other across the breakfast table with appetites in no Wise diminished by the exciting events of the preceding day. McGuffey surveyed his superlor offi- cers, cursed them bitterly, and re- marked, with tears of Joy in his hon- est eyes, that both gentlemen had evaded their just deserts when they esciped with their live “If it hadn't been for the mate,” said McGuftey se- versly, “I'd "’ let you two hoobies suf- fer the penalty for your foolishnes: Any man that goes to work and ternizes with a cannibal aln't got no kick comin' if he's madesup into chiek- en curry with rice. The mirute I hear old Scraggsy yippin® for help, says I to myself, ‘let the beggars fig their own way out of the mess.”’ But the mate comes a-runnin’ up and says he’s pretty sure he can come near plantin’ & mess of shells in the center of the disturb- ance, even if we can't see the wari on account of the jungle. ‘It's all off with the commodore and the skipper, any- how,’ says the mate, ‘'so we might | as well have vengeance on their mur- derers.’ So, of course, when he put it that way I give my consent—" At this juncture the mate, passing around McGutley on his way to the deck, winked solemnly at Mr. Gibney, who hung his war-worn head in simu- lated shame. When the mate had left the hin - the cemmodore pounded with his fork on the cabin table and announced a special meeting of the Maggie IT syndicate. “The first business before the meet- ing,”-said Mr. Gibriey, “is to readjust the ownership in the syndicate. Me and Serag had our heads together, Mac, and we've agreed that you've shot your way into a tull one-third in- terest, instead of a quarter as hereto- fore. From now on, Mac, you're an equal owner with me and Scraggsy, and now that that matter’s settled, you can quit rippin’ it into us on the race question and suggest what's to be done in the case of Tabu-Tabu and this cannibal king that almost lured me and fhe navigatin’ oflicer ce our de- struction.” “I“have the villains In double irons and chained to the mainmast,” replled McGuffey, “and as a testimonial of my gratitude for the increased interest in the syndicate which you and Scraggs has just voted me, I will scheme up a fittin’ form of vengeance on them two tar babies, However, only an extraor- dinary sentence ean fit such an ex- traordinary crime, so I must have time to think it over. These two bucks is mine to do what T please with and I'll take any interference as unneighborly and unworthy of & Shipmate.” “Take 'em,” sald. Captain Scraggs vehemently. “For my part’T only ask one thing. If you can §e¢ your way ¢lear, Mac, to give me the king's scalp for a tobacco pouch, I'll be obliged.” (Continued in Next Ise=e) — _—— Avoiding the Abrupt Negative. “A man must learn-to say, “No.” re- marked the moralist. “Not a man in my position,” replied Senator Sorghum, “There are re- quests, of course, that. must be re- fused, but one of the arts of pelitics is breaking the news as gently and deliberntely as possible.” Sabseride fur The Deily Ploneer. [P “SCHOOL DAYS” AT THE REX THEATER AGAIN TONIGHT Freckle-faced Wesley Barry, the inimitable movie celebrity, will grace the screen of the Rex theater today tomorrow and Wednesday in his latest starring vehicle, “School Days” made from the Gus Edwards classic of the same name. The very mention of the words “School Days” holds an appeal for young and old, and it is said that every mother who has boys, every man who remembers his boyhood, every human being who can thrill to the joys, the disappointments, the pranks and the glory of boyhood will gloat over the trials and tribulations of Speck Brown, better known to the screen world as Wes’ Barry. Briefly the story centers aroungd a small town boy who loves the old swimmin’ hole and his dog, Hippy, better than anything eise in the world He meets a wealthy uncle wio sends him east to get an education. Here he meets many youngsters of weal- thy parents, and he finds himself out of the social swim. He is besst by many trials and tribulations, and finally he goes back home to . his faithful dog and his little country sweetheart via the freight train route. There are said to be many other interesting high-lights in the picture, in addition to a cast composed of a number of players who have graced the screen in scores of productions. The cast includes, in support of Wes’ Barry, Nellie P. Spaulding, Margaret Seddon, Jerome Patrick, George Les- sey, Arline Blackburn, J. H. Gilmore, John Galsworthy, Eveline Sherman, Francis X, Conlan and Arnold Lucy. The production was made by Harry Rapf, and directed by Wiiliam Nigh. “POLLY OF THE FOLLIES” AT REX THEATER THURSDAY “Polly of the Follies,” the First Na- tional attraction comes to the Rex theater Thursday for a run of two days. Constance Talmadge takes the title role in « story written especial- ly for her by John Emerson and An- ita Loos and which gives her unusual opportunities to display her forte of light comedy. The final scenes of the picture are transplanted to New York where a famous Broadway beauty chorus is shown both in the act of rehears- ing for the annual review and in the theater on the opening night “Polly of the Follies,” has been ac- claimed by critics who have seen it to be among the best of Miss Tal- madges pictures. “TRAVELIN’ ON” AT GRAND, LAST SHOWING TONIGHT | Gunplay, the like of which has never been-seen before, a most un- usual holdup, a vivid thunder-storm, [these are but a few of the thrills in William S. Hart’s latest and most memorable amount picture, “Tra- velin’ On,” to be shown for two days at the Grand theater, last times to- night. William S. Hart wrote the story with that end in view. That, too, was probably why he got Lambert Hillyer to direct it, and Joe August, A. S. 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