Evening Star Newspaper, March 5, 1928, Page 26

';r (Omtln!% nomfmgggg}_ Star.) ¥ “What it it is in the power of man to do, that have I done, O master; and :: is vll’yhfll l"‘(l:h lhl:l :hlmf but e};‘n was when the sahib left her in m: #2 0rcare.” E od “Well, then>" prompted Captain fously. " Santb - far LAY voice grated harsh- ly—"a little while ago, Mir Dass came to tell me that Durga was dead, and I went and looked, and it was even so. And the toll is now three.” “Ah!"” ejaculated Capt. Mumm sharp- 3 ly. “Dead, is he?> Well. there was no ¥4 hope for him. And the toll is now three :#'—eh? And so you tried to knife Blake =& here to make' it four—is that it?" <l “Sahib." sald Yar Lal, his eyes smold- 2% ering, and fixed on Peter now, “it is in ’; The mind of Putab Singh, and Selim Irga. 3 L that it is an il thing that all should . die, and Mumm Sahib likewiss with iA the rest. bacause that which is an of- fense to Allah should remain amongst | Yy h> who has killed must ‘sooner or later die. therefore, lest ha bring more evil upon us, and we all perish before the night & ys done.™ Capt. Josephus Mumm scowled medi- &%s°gatively for & moment at Yar Lal & “Think he's'at the bottom of it, do & " he grunted. “Ain't changed your any, I take it! And with another ‘one of you cashing in it's put the busi- ‘ess in the cel tv class. That's your in't it said Yar Lal pagsionately. *as Allah lives we are sure. The man #3s accursed—and the curse has fallen “* upon us all. Give him to us, sahib—and > 80 even the law to which the sahib Journeys with him will b» fulfilled.” The scowl on the little red-hatred | ¢ man's face grew dec) & © “Iam not th2la T am no murderer, Yar Lal * “Hs blood shall b2 on our heads. “ahib.” Yar Lal answered swiftly. “And no man shall know what has come to pass—for even as it was with Wajib Abdur and Chunder Kheyl, who were wept overboard in the storm, so shall t be reported of this man.” Capt. Mumm tweaked at his beard, ¢ weing through Mds that were narrowed to slits, now, first one and then the other of the two men in the cabn with him. | A sea, thundering aboard, struck the oy ¥esSel s though with the blow of some 1 < mighty hammer, and the Break O'Dawn . quivered for: and aft like a stricken - thing. The lamp swung a furious are, ;_7;!:cxere¢ emitted a puif of black, evil- _"gnemng smoke, almost went out, then | **3burned on again. A rush of water swirl- ,.ed along the deck overhead, hissed like | Uity mill-race—and poured away through | #%the scupper ports. - “God!” whispered Capt. Josephus | i *Mumm. Then in a growl again: “And | # what if I refuse, Yar Lal?” T “Then, sahib,” said Yar Lal and a8 tecth showed in a nar- | even as I have said. y!" said Capt. Josephus Mumm | Jn a curiously judicial way. “Y'under- | ‘stand that, don't you? "Twould be muti- ¥ = %4, °It 1s in'our minds sald Yar Lal | 2 ‘!;Ihu‘: an ugly monotony in his voice, | 44 “that it is batter to mutiny than that 4 ™ Ccant. Nt seaned suadent furom Jeant suddenly across S57ths table tovard Peter. . “Dyou hear, Blake?” he said gruffy. | S “I hear” said Peter. *“Well, what am I to say?” BasPeter eyed the other for an instant and could read mothing save a sort of gath- . unfrien: U on the other’s' tenance.. His glance travelled to -fi:mmomnlm'flgurc of Yar Lal. The man Jooked more like a b:flsl;‘ml: Juman being—the eves were strangely 'L-:‘bl‘ 28 though regson had fled from o dhem - t legse,” said 353 Ggter qui&—' 3 resching out sud- = A med“mlr of the knife ! t, a little while before, he had flung | upon the table. A silence fell for an instant in the | Mumm took a step | ar Lal. i y, would you! And make a murderer cut of me, would you!" he roared. “You try any of your c‘!m.yl t0 deck you dog, where you belong!™ Yar Lal Tretreated slowly up the companionway. “The sahib he “Aye!” bellowed the little red-haired | . “And I7 use harder—you scum | ‘uses hard words,” , ugly, discordant, sinister, came from Yar Lal's tight lips. “Sahib.” he said, “in my country 1s a saying that he who rides a bcl!nnol dismount. Let it be so then, | . 1 go.” i ‘The companionway was empty. Yar Lal had vanished. | For the fraction of a second Capt. ! stood small cupboard, wrenched the door open. Peter moved impulsively toward the | red-haired skipper. “Look here,” he said, “this is rather decent of you, for if I'm any judge of | & Bantanic mug that chap’s got one, | “Shut your jaw!” bawled Capt. Mumm furiously. He. whirled aroun with two revolvers in his hands—an " one across the table to Peter. | “Are you going w teach me what that| enaky Jot'll do when they run amuck? | Not Capt. Mumm—who's lived smong | ‘em, boy and man, for 40 years! They'll | be on us as soon s that blasted mate can carry the tale to the fo'c’sle, and | 1t's us or them now, and that's all there | i o1 | “It's all the more decent of you,| then,” sald Peter. earnestly, “if you think it's as bad ps that.” “Helil” snorted : dosephus Mumm. “D'you think it's op your account? D'you think I'd life a finger for you, you swine? { Ko blasted fear! I ain’t fighting for you | —1'm fighting for that £5,000! Aye, and” | —he lsughted raucously—soll you,| 0, unless you want to go overboard with & knife in you! Come on now— | quick' If they trap us down hiere, we're gone ! i Peter had no opportunity o reply — | the red-haired man with the gargofle | face was already halfwsy to the deck But he was not sure that he would have | made & reply anywsy. No earthly use! e wss eonscious merely of a certain | A Raw, Sore Throat u t with a gentle tin n and draws cut the | n ahd won't blister | oned mustard ter Mustercle s 8 clean, white oint- tonsillitis, croup, neuralgia, he; g on, pleurisy, rheumatism, | tumbage, pains snd aches of the back | joints, sprains, sore muscles, | chilblains, frosted feet, colds | on the chest, 1 Musterole is also milder form for sl children. Botter chan a mastard plaster Let him die now,’ grim and mocking sense of irony per- vading everything aboard the Break O'Dawn. Fate was having a bit of a lav~h. It made him think of & herd of cattle on the way to the slaughter— {that fought among themselves for standing 1oom in the pens! An inter- { esting prelude! | A tumbling sea drenched him as he reached the deck: an iron grip on his arm saved him from being carried off | his feet. Capt. Mumm screamed in his | ear over the howl of the wind. | “Don't waste none of your ammuni- | tion, y'understand? When you shoot— | shoot ~straight! Now, stick close, and follow me.” It was utterly black. Peter could just make out the little skipper’s form ahead | of him, as, a yard behind the other, he | ran_staggering and lurching along the | pitching deck in the direction of that | glimmer of light at the biunacle and {the shadowy form at the wheel | Whether the man there heard them or | not, Peter did not know, but an instant later Capt. Mumm's revolver was clap- | ped _against the Lascar’s head. “Search him! shouted Capt. Mumm. “And keep an cye for'ard!" Peter went swiftly through the man's clothes, possessed himself of a long, keen-bladed knife, and, as he searched, heard Capi. 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MARCH 5. 1928. counts with Yar Lal! Let the after- wards take care of itself! ‘The spurt of flame came again from forward—to port. Capt. Mumm fired instantly in return; but Peter fired a little in the other direction. He could have sworn that even in the jarkness he had seen something white move a half dozen yards away by the starboard rail. “They've separated!” he called to the skipper. “There's one of them anyway over there to starboard.” “Go on, then!” yelled Capt. Mumm. “Drive 'em back! Let 'em have itl I'l look out for the port sidel” Once more Peter fired. It mignt he imagination, but he thought he heard an_answering scream. Curse the infer- nal deck! It was worse than grease, He made a yard. Water, knee high again, came with a rush over the rail. The Break O'Dawn lurched at a peril- ous angle. Peter went to his knees, clawing with the finger nalls of his free had far a hold. The shipped sea roared away to the lee rall—and Peter fired again—and, crawling now, went on an- other yard. and another. Capt. Mumm was no longer beside him. He did not know where Capt. Mumm was. And then the lightning, stabbing through the black, brought lurid day- light to the deck again. It secmed to last no longer than it would take to wink an eye, but in that moment every- thing aboard the Brecak O'Dawn stood out in sharp, almost exaggerated relief against the night. Five yards shead two forms crouched by the rail; over to port, but wide apart, were two cther forms engaged in an exchange of pistol shots—one of the crew, Yar Lal prob- ably, and Capt. Mumm, whose red hiir looked ridiculously like a flaming torch in the unnatural light. 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Poor (devils, after all! He was close enough now to sce tham dive wildly for shelter into the fore- peak, and, an instant later, reaching the spot where they had ditappearcd, he stood there clinging, agalnst the pitch and heave of the scheoner, to the sort of raised and sliding hatchway that made the entrance to the fo'c'sle. “No good shouting at them to_stay there or take the consequences,” Peter muttered. “Put the fear of God into them with another shot!” He pointed his revolver at the deck, and pulled the trigger. The hammer clicked “on &n exploded shell. Empty! Peter clubbed the revolver. Oh, well, they wouldn't get out again anyhow! He tried to plerce the darkness with his eyes. Where was Capt. Mumm? There -vasn't any more firing over there to port. From below, muffled, there ascended 2 furious chatter; and suddenly at his elbow there sounded another voice, and out of the blackness loomed two fig- ures. Close to him now, he could sep that Capt. Mumm had the native mate A smart selection s—new tweed, twill, silk And some are most dis- Sizes Wit ‘“”‘// 14l by the scuff of the neck—and the next instant latter's form went tum- huxsehc ng down the hatchway. “Get in there, you scum!” roared the skipper's voice. “I'll teach you what the hl’h seas, you " Then, with s viclous laugh: “Where's your two, Blake? Give the slip?' ‘Thny'ratvdawnywthere."p?em answered shortly. “Humph!” grunted the other, and the viclous laugh came again. “Well, I fancy you've saved your neck, then— for the time being: and I've saved my five thousand quid! Now, we’ll batten ‘em in, and then get that other blighter at the wheel.” He closed the hatchway and fastened it. “Come on, now!” he ordered curtly. and once clinging for his life to & bit of cordage, followed the other back across the deck. Capt. Josephus Mumm was there be- fore him—with his revolver again at the ir's head. ““You take that wheel, Blake,” bawled the skipper in Peter's ear. “And keep her the way she is! Understand?” Peter nodded and took the wheel. “Now then, you scrapings from the pit!” Capt. Mumm prodded the Lascar with the revolver muzzle. ‘“You can come along for'ard with me, and I'll lock you up with your monkey mates— and, damn you, shake a leg!” The two vanished in the darkness. Presently the skipper came back. Peter, twice sprawling on all fours, | you?" The C nd now,” snapped Capt. Josephus | Mumm, “where’s that revolver I lent| le of hours’ “Blast you!” roared “None of your Jip! cause you had to lot of murdering worse than yogrfelf, s:‘r:d just where you t! you're the crew now. and 'Te going to stick it out.” S (Continued in Tomorrow's Star. DELINEATOR 1§ now On sale at all newss stands and by progress sive merchants who have Butterick departments. 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