The evening world. Newspaper, November 8, 1915, Page 15

eB at me ee esl! af were: An organ! | Fy te knew all the He was sur- and chests; and, not enough to Profession, black letter- hie possessions advertia: ! him Rev. Luther Meeker, Lon- joal Boolety.” the cable office near the and reported myself in it i I i: Ff j itt rr the Ruseo-Jap- wae going in Manchuria, ticipate If posr':!e where I aL ge : Hl i = = ‘There was a letter in my coat pocket which had been given to me in Saigon to Geliver to the Russian consul in Manila. It was an errand for the able operator there, who had done 4 me favors, and I was to leave it at 9% the Hong-Kong-Shangha! Bank for ) the oonsul, who would call for it. That } Bank carried an expense account for me, so the delivery of the letter was | of no trouble. The envelope wae long and official-looking, and it fell to the floor of the bus as I clambered in. Meeker picked it up and handed it to me, but for the instant he held it he read the address: Oare Hong-Kong-Shanghal Bank, Russian Consul, Manila Courtesy Mr. James A. “renholm, Amalgamated Press “My dear air,” said Meeker, “you have dropped a document—allow me.” “Thank you,” I replied, and took the letter, which was quite bulky and sealed with a splotch of black wax ‘imprinted with a coat of arms or a orest or gome such tneignia. I fear I betrayed my irritation over Meek- ors reading the addre: At the bank I delivered my letter to a clerk. “Oh, yes, we have been waiting for ‘4. that!” he said as he took the en- velope. “Mr. Trego! Here are your pepers for the consul,” he called to a man somewhere behind the frosted glass wall, “We appreciate your kindness very much, Mr. Trenholm.” It was then that I first saw a littie red headed man. He was looking In fat the door, but scurried away when the Sikh guard inside moved toward him. The little man wore a white canvas navy cap, but his appearance wee dirty and disreputable and he had the aspect of a beggar. Hin vie- age wos wizened and villainous and shot with pockmarks under a coppery stubble of red beard, and Me little, mole-like eyes were that close to- wether that they seemed fastened to his nose. The clerk kept me waiting for aignatures and finally handed out my gold, Aal filled my purse t was con- acious of some one behind me, and, glancing over my shoulder, I saw the Rev. Luther Meeker. But almost at once he left the butiding, after vainly asking alms for a eeamen’s mission, A sallow faced with a malacoa cane came out ‘an inner room of the bank and Aiarustedly after him. ‘As I passed down the Escolta @ few minutes later I caught a glimpse of Meeker again, He was talking earnestly with the little red-haired man I had seen, There was a possibility of orders awaiting me at the hotel; and, al- though it was not yet noon, I hailed @ rig and drove there, The clerk passed over the familiar yellow en- velope, and my message read; “Pro- ceed to Hong-Kong for orders.” replied that I would leave at once, ‘and the message was gone before I Giecovered that the wasn't & steamer for Hong Kong before the ond of the woek, five days awa; A Uttle item in the local paper @ave me hope. It told of the steamer “Kut Sang’ coming out of dry dock to eall for Hong Kong that very af- ternoon with general cargo, There was @ bare chance that I might get passage in her, for the paper referred to her as a former passenger boat, and I was sure I could cajole the company into selling me a berth, or bribe the captain into signing me as » 4 member of the crew, with no duties |} t@ perform, @ common practice, h “This is Mr, Trenholm of the Amal- My wamated Press,” I told the clerk in the steamship office over the hotel's desk telephone, “Simply must get to Hong Kong as soon as possible, and would like to go in the Kut Sang . « An organ in @ cedarwood bor! and the sgn of the croas on the enda! ? Buch stupidity! Buch awful stupidity!” The Evening World Daily Coperah 1918 te Dewbieder, Page @ Ge) HAPTER I. In Strange Company. 1S was in the midet of « Htter of nondescript bagwage on the Mantia mole when | came ashore from @ rive-bost that bad brought me serene the China Hea from Baigon. The first giance marked him Miesionary, for he wore & huge orucifis cut out of pink shell, ind tn duck, turning yellow with age. Whee he | Nt exposed & wrinkled brow and « baidieh head, of hair at the temples. ining querulously a I stepped ashore, and the first words An organ ina Oh, why do you try thi afternoon, May I buy paseage in her?’ After much haggling that ied no- where I decided to go im person to the steamship company's offices and make Plea. I ordered & carriage, Aa I did #0 1 fuund Meeker at my elbow. “You want to go in the Kut Sang, my dear air?” came his purring voice, I growled something at him to the effect that | wondered if 1 was ever to lose sight of him, He bowed again) and grinned, “Borry tbat you object to me," he muruured, With iifled eyebrows, “Hut well (ot aii that pass, 1 ought infori you Ubat it impossible to go Ln ihe steamer Kut Sang. You will pardon » me, lam eure, but 1 heard what you eaid at the telephone, and tam willing Ww annoy you to save you ume and trouole. 1 repeat, there is absvluiely 0 powMibility our ae im the Kut Bang.” nae y “How do you know?” I asked, still curt with him, but feeling « trifle ashamed of myself for insulting him. “But they have just refused dear sir—allow ‘Lather Meeker of the London KE Bociety,” b ‘able serv: ‘Trenholm is my nam ri haven't card, Equally sorry, | Meeker, that you have been refus passage in the Kut Sang, Exouse cies but Lam in @ harry. ¥ I made for the steamship office and by dint of much persuasion | was able bad coded Kare in the Kut Bang. ere is one passen bi yourself,” remarked the agente ca missionary. The Rev, Luther Meeker,” Naturally, I was astonished to dis- cover that Meeker was to be a pas- wenger with me in the Kut Sang, but I was out in the street again before it dawned upon me that the situation was more than @ mere coincidence, The missionary had i he sald he had been refused passa; he had misled me when he said it Was impossible to buy a ticket in the Kut Sang, and I could make nothing of It all but that he did not want me to know he was sailing in the vessel, one that he did not want me to go in ner, My tre waa roused in at the night of "the red-headed beggar lounging tn doorway across the street, obviously watching me. It was plain enough that Meeker had sent him to spy upon me and learn if I went to the mahip office. The Mttle beggar me looking at him and dodged into a doorway, but fled when he saw me start after him. Early that afternoon as I was in my hotel room packing my bag: the telephone ran, A volce at the far end of the line sald: “Is this Mr, Trenholm? This is the steamship office, Mr. Trenholm. We wish to inform you that the Kut Sang has been delayed until to-mor- row morning for cargo which did not wet in to-day. Salle to-morrow ure.” It made little difference to me, and I would be glad to have @ night's sleep ashore after the rice steamer, However, it would be wise to have the exact sailing time of the Kut Bang, 60 I rang up the steamship of- fice and asked, not wishin, the risk of getting to the finding the “She sail ae noted on the was the start- ling response to my query, I was so taken aback for a second that I didn’t know what to think or say. I re- marked into the telephone that some- body in the steamship office must take me fi fool, and that I did not consider euch thin; une Then T started out to Investigate, Betsing my oap. I pulled the door open abruptly and almost fell over the little red- led beggar lurking near my room. He darted down the stairway, and I leaped after him. CHAPTER Il. The Spy. HREE steps at a time I took the matted stairway, which was reckless speed, for the shell-paned windows were shut and the awnings pulled down to keep out the heat of the blinding suny making it quite dark. But I was bound to capture the little red-headed man, thrash him sound- ly, make bim tell his motive tn tratl- ing me and turn him over to the police. I caught the indistinct figure of a man tn white coming up, and threw myself to one side to avoid him, but he at od iu fivul of we aad we went sprawling Into the corridor be- low. It was a nasty spill, and I shot out on the matting at full length with my hands thrown before me. ‘The polished teakwood floor and the loose matting saved me from injury, “My dear sir!” exclaimed the man who fell with me, and I found the Rey. Luther Meeker sitting on @ crumpled mat and propped up with his arms behind him, For an instant I was tempted to attack him, when I realized that his presence on the stairs and his tnter- ruption of my pursuit of the red- headed man were significant of more than an accident, and that Meeker me—the Kev, Luther! tSEEP AWAY | FROM THAT | | | | GAS STove ! ) 5) Magazine. Monday. November 8. NERVOUS PROSTRATION. THAT'S ALU! and the other were spying upon me. I bridied my ire and decided to play the game out with them and fathom the mystery of their espionage. “Just one moment, Mr. Tren- holm"— he panted. “I have some in- formation which I desire to impart, and, strangely enough, [ was seeking you when this unfortunate tumble came about, partly through my tafr- mities, | am sure.” “What le it? I asked, hesitating. The little beggar had undoubtedly es- caped, and I knew that in Meeker I had bigger game if I handled him cautiously, “I dgsire to correct you regarding the Kut Sang,” he cackled, caressing the recovered helmet. “I suppose you want to tell me that the sailing has been delayed. I know a!l about that—she galls in the morn- ing.” “Sails in the morning!” he ex- claimed, pretending surprise, but be- ing puzzled about something, ‘Does she?" . There waa guile in that Inst ques- tion, and when he asked it I knew it was he or some one acting for him who had attempted to mislead me about the time of the vessel's de- parture, I saw « ohanoe to trap him and asked: “Was that what you wanted to tell me?" He parried !t, and while he fumbled in his pockets for something, @ trick to gain time, he was thinking hard and fast. “I wae told that she sails in the morning, but tt was some mistake,” I told him, ae if I had not found any- thing pecullar in the error and was not the least disturbed about it, “Oh, no! Nothing in that!” he cried, unable to conceal hia delight over my admission of how much I knew. “For a minute I thought there might be something tn the story after all, when I heard you say she was delayed, That ts just what I was going to tell you—there ts no truth in that report. Some person, who I cannot say, also gave me misinforma- tion regarding the Kut Bang, I feared that you might have had the same experience, That, however, is voly a part of ib—whal T want to tell you ts that it ls now possible to buy a@ ticket In the Kut Sang.” “I already have my ticket,” I @aid, “So we will be fallow passengers, and I hope you will pardon my throwing you down the staira; but I was run- ning after a beggar or @ thief.” “Indeed! Do you know the rascal, or did you see him so that you oan give @ comprehensive description of him to the police?” “A little red-headed man,” I sald, watching him closely, “Did you seo him before you started up the stairs?” He burst out in a dry, mirthleas cackle of Imughter and slapped his knee, much as if he had heard @ good Jo! id who is thie little red-neaded man?” I asked, “Lt must have been Dago Red you sow,” he began, grinning and wag- ging hie head, “I hope he did not actually steal anything, my dear Mr. Trenholm. I am quite sure you must be mistaken about his being a thief but it ts quite possible he has deceived me” “I found him sneaking near my door in the hall,” I sald, “Who ts this Dago Red “A worthy man,” he replied, getting serious, “I am afraid you have done him an injustice, for I sent him up to see tf you were in your room, and after I had given him the errand the clerk informed me that you were in and I started up myself.” “He didn't appear anxious to talk with me when he saw me open the door,” “You probably startled him by’—— “But who i» he?” “Petrak, I think his name fs, al- though I am not sure, and my poor old memory cannot hold names long. He 1s a sailor who has been ship- wrecked and he became @ vagrant here and was sent to Bilibid prison, Much of my work fe in prisona, and I took charge of him when he got out and sent him to the Satlore’ Home, eure that he would be able to get a ship again, That wae a couple of monthe ago, and when I arrived to- day he met me and told me that he had left the Home because the keeper was prejudiced against him, owing to his term in prison, “He was on the verge of starvation and I gave him some money from my charity fund, which he promptly spent on drink, for he la quite dissolute. But he took charge of my luggage at- tended to some errands for me, but he fears the police and cannot get out of his habit of skulking about, and as the detectives hounded him, he is suspicious of everybody and ready to go into a panic when a stranger approaches him, It 1s @ pity that he cannot get back to sea, but he has ARE had the fever and no master seems to want him and he haa been forced into vagabondage “By the way," Meeker broke off. “Did you deliver the letter I picked up for you in the bust” He had given me the key to the myatery. The letter for the Russian Consul was the cause of Meoker’s at~ tentions tome! And, instead of being & newspaper correspondent, to Meeker I was a Russian agent, probably a epy! It was all I could do to restrain myself from laughing in his face, “Dellevered it safely,” I repeated inanely, “It wae only an errand for a friend of mine,” The image of the bank front crossed my mind and gave me another clue to Meeker’s @olicitude about me and the letter, I remembered aceing a sign over the teller’s window which stated that the bank was a branch of a Russian financial house, What could be more natural for a Russian #py than to cash his drafts in a place which dealt with Vladivostok and Port Arthur, or even St. Petersburg and Moscow? And, if he took me for a spy in the Ruslan service, it followed that he must be watching me for the Jap- anese, and tt was probable that the cable agent in Saigon was in the ser- vice of the Czar and found it eon- venient to deliver an important doou- ment with my aesistance, And, by a sudden freak of humor, I decided to Jet him think me @ Russian epy. Prosently I went out for @ atroll. As I neared @ ealon labelled “The Flagship Bar’ I sew @ crowd ool- Jeoted. There had evidently bec: a fight; and ooolles and vatives, and Euro- peans in white, clustered at the door. I Joined the knot of people and pressed forward to see what was holding their attention, and saw the body of a big, forelkn-looking man, half inside the door and half on the pavement, with his head outside. He bad been atab- bed in the back, “Does anybody know who he is? demanded @ khaki-clad policeman. taking out @ note-book, “Boavewain he waa {n the Kut Sang, You ONE OF THE MANY THOUSAND PEOPLE WHO ARE READING THE EVENING WORLD'S Complete Novel Each Week? If net, you are robbing yourself of the richest fiction treat ever '@ issued complete in six They are eslected with a view to suiting the tastes of all readers. And the tremendous success of the plan has long been demonstrated, In The Evening World's “COMPLETE NOVEL EACH WEEK” series is the foremost work of euch “best-seller” authore as Robert W. Chambere, Mary Roberts Rinehart, Rupert Hughes, James Oliver Cur- weed, rgan Robertson, Margaret Widdemer, George Randolph Chee- Joseph Vance, Edgar Rice Burreughe and many ethers ef bound out to-day for Hong-Kong,’ eaid a mariner. ‘Who out him?’ demanded the po- Neeman. “A little chap it was,” volunteered & cockne: “Wh that?” asked the police- man. “Speak up—nobody here going to bite you, my man! Did you ee him? What did he look Ike” ‘TL didn't see him do no cuttin’, if that's what you mean, officer, I didn't see no knifeplay, and ye couldn't hang @ man on what I did #00, and’ “What 414 you see?” sald the police- man, with a show of aaperity, “Never mind what we oan do with it, What did you see?” “Small chap in a white navy-cap, and ‘air red ae the aun in the Quit of H’annam,” Perhaps I should have told the po- Heeman about Petrak, when I heard the cockney say he had seen a red- headed little man in a white navy-cap running away from the Flagship Bar. But, if I had, I might have been held as @ witness and nothing come of It, for it developed that the cockney knew nothing about the murder—as he said he bad simply seen the little man running away from the acens. Now ft occurs to me that I must set down in thetr order the events of that day in thelr proper sequence, which complels me to tell of my meet- ing with Mr. Trego in the Hong-Kong- Bhanghal Bank, "There were papers at the bank which I must take with me, and on the way to the docks I stopped there. An I went in there was a sallow-faced man standing cutelde a grated win- dow talking with @ teller, He was emoking @ long Russian cigarette, and pulling with nervous fingers at a tiny black moustache, His malacca cane was leaning against the wall by bis aide. I recognized bim as the man who had glared after the Rev, Luther Meeker when the latter went in to seek alma, as he said. He stood aside aa I approached the teller's window, and the clerk handed out the papers to me, with @ emile and some trifling remark, “When are you leaving, Mr, ‘Tren- holm?" asked the clerk, “In an hour in the Kut Rene! 1 sald, and the man with the cigarette turned around and surveyed me with mild surprise. As I atepped to the door be went up to the window and whispered something to the clerk. “I want you to meet Mr. Trego,” said the teller, @ will be with you in the Kut Sang. I bowed, and Mr, Trego bowed, but hie eyes were appraising me as he looked at me, although outwardly be had the excessive politeness of a Laun, “He's all right,” I heard the teller say as I went out, and understood that the bank clerk had assured Trego that my character was good svi |enough for im te he friendly orth © Hong Kone of Cale & wt Reng tied UP at (he embankment of the Manig iver, w@ the Muse Peer at ber foremaet and heavy black smoke pouring from ber fuanel fhe bed (he aapect of @ vessel getting ready for sea, and the last of her cargo was Put into her held It wae then (hat I wae attracted to Rallore’ Home mistaking the figure seated at the wheeny little the Kev. Luther Meeker, with the back of his head and bis goggice turned skyward as he walled io high-piped tonor the words of «@ hymn. We were well clear of the congre- fation when | wae startied to see Vetrak emerge trom the ing natives about the organ, run after my carriage, “Take your luggage aboard for a peseta, sir!” be cried, grasping the side of the vehicle and keeping pace with it The litue fellow had changed his appearance @ triffe, ile red head wus covered now with @ black cloth cap, making bim look more like @ stoher (ban # seaman, “Ken nigh dead for @ drink,” he whined. "Lat me take your luggage aboard, sir—just a pescta, air. I've had jung! fever and wae ship- wrecked—in the H. B, Leeda it was that went down ina typhoon, [ can't get & ship out of this biasted place, Tm an honest sailor if some hard on the drink—Just a peseta, air, and [ll put your dunnage down tn your cabia slick as a whisule. “And for why?” he demanded with a touch of arrogance, giving me a shrewd ok, “What have | been doin’ of, air “The litue cutting in the Flagship Net me, er, chap right r "The squarehead? The bobbies got that enough—one of his mates out of this weasel right alo de what you're goin’ aboard of. and ll handle your luggage. “They have got the fellow who stabbed the man in lagehip ust & pases, alr, Partick as a whistle, some two hours back, One of his mates, he was, that b. the cuttin'—lampman out of this 1 ‘ako 't along, then, and see that you, dom he uti vilain could hat the little fea ee ‘no band in the murder, in if he had been on the scene, ° dered my bag and went up ad acewey and | followed him , 1 looked s at 0 seer of joon where saw ee, old preieck seated at the table, with & litter of papers about him, arguing with « tall rawboned New En whom I knew to be the mats. complaining about something. ay in't goin’ to git out to~ ‘ap'n Riggs,” he said. “The has went and got hinvelf 4 and four of the white hands sain’, and we Gi fs nobody hip but the chinks. aWeve. tet to have @ crew, Mr, 4 that's all there Is to it’ said pt. Riggs. |, You say tho ‘mun got cu onead. as * door-nail, Captain. Went out for lamp wicks and rot oe: self slit open In a gin mill, the fool! Wo're turrible abpriasadaty cap's, bee it him?” oNanged it T know. The police any the lampman, but the lampman dt bl leave the ship until after the 2 wan done for, near as I can make out, But the police have the, lamp- nan locked up for ft, and I'm too busy to bother my head. First a know they’l want all the orew for witnesses, ‘There's me monkey ness goin’ on, too. wi vuNow, “what do you mean?” de- manded the captain, losing patience. “Just what I'm sayin’ of—thar's a furriner sittin’ on the dock watchin everything that goes over the elde. Looks Uke @ Rooshan Finn to me. What eort of a charter we ° got, cap'nt This ain't no blockade-run- hin’ game, is it? You got orders for Port Arthur? If you have, I'm out I don't want no ene followin’ me up 'm pald for it." wie, ‘War you are talking non- sense, We chartered for Hong- Kong. My orders are to get to sa to-night, no matter how I do ft, and you ougut to be able to scrape up a» crew at the Ball Home for the aak- ing. We'll manage all right with the Chinks on deck, if can get some good helmsmen, You can't expect to get out with @ battleship orew this trip. Get the cargo In her and send the Dutchman ashore for en who can take the wheel, ‘The mate went out and I stepped tn- to the saloon and presented my ticket ‘father surprised ch an old man tn command, for he was gray and stooped, but he surveyed me over his glasses with kindly eyes, althouch IT knew he was being harassed with di Mculties in get- ting routine established on board the he had been in dry- erything seemed topsy- " he “I'm up to my seuppers with Maybe we'll sail to-night night, bo'sun stabber are mi sald. business, and maybe we won't, but your room is No, 22, starboard side, well aft, all to yourself. Two more passengers to come yet, according to the list, Didn't know I was to have passengers this trip, so 1 can't tell what the accom- modation will be, but we'll try and make things homelike if they ain't like a Miner, You got a valley?” We pointed to Petrak, who stood behind me with my baggage on his shoulder. “Hardly that,” I laughed, “He says he's a sailor with a manila thirst in his throat and no Job.” Petrak awting his burden to the deck and squared his shouldera, making & xeature, which he intended as @ salute to the captain “Petrak's my name, eo sald, addressing Captain Riggs. “I've been ho'sun, alr, discharged out of the Southern Cross when she was sold in Singapore, and shipped out in the H K. Leeds that went down in a typhoon Junk picked us up, sir, what was left of us, and I lost all my discharges and can't get @ ship out of here. im amart, sir, and strong, if 1 do look amall. It's because ain't had no wittles FY speak of, alr.” nec Captesn and Petras went owt, pay] nnnnee A vieck bey in « enariet took my OAe AWAY to my but | went up Ww the burricnas where | found @ g@faee chair - aPOl0e and eet down te enjoy @ olwar Tee Rev Luther Meeker Preaching (o (he group before Selore Heme, aod | wetwhed Uolll he Closed (he servies and the dock, (wo mee » . uae, wee mt om cast off (he lines, when @ a a ed with boses, pulled up he younal, “What ye got theret™ Harrie, “That ain't for this wit out the way thar!” Just (hen « mae in white out of the office of the harbor sation, and, holding up his erted to Martin: te—one minute!” - yer grandmother!” re- torted Harrie angrily, “Who be aod to hold up this #hipl Vamoose!” roared to the driver of the dray. The man in white ran up the plank with @ paper in Fecognised Nin aa Me. Tropes | recogni im ae Mr. ham | had been Introduced He met Marries ladder to the hurricane y were right below me, not avoid hearing what between them, “Call the captain, Mr. Mate,” Trego hurriedly, and, with hi lowered, “Here are my those boxes off the wagon, please, 1 supercargo for ere, I hold the charter sheep. Queeck—on deck wi if 5 258 e & ee HE 1 e8¢ if boxes of the machinery.” “ited a it,” said Trego. “Here your orders from the company, leaned against bis cane bia mustache, while Captain adjusted his glasses and scanned i papers. “Get that stuff aboard, lively,” said Captain Riggs to and the Harris, mate re orders to have the slings ta! Mogi] bl aurpriae, ‘ “Eat ees for you to is . Trego excitedly. “You “er see from my commander of all you do not know!” And be malacea cane tn the air, “Get that cargo aboard and stew as this gentioman-—Mr.—What ie it, ‘Trego ?— Mr. a. navy-style!!! Keep clear of the side there, you! Can't you see we've got cargo coming over there!” “My dear sire, I your pardon,” eald a familiar olen dae I stepped to the rail and looked over to see the Rev, Luther Meeker standing at the edge of the embankment, within a few feet of ‘rego, Harris stooa, * *F°6? Riggs and “Get g we out the way!” bawled Riggs “No offense, 1 hope,” aald the mie- stonary, “b i Sang ut te this the steamer Kut “Tt 1," eaid Riggs, urned attention to Harris and : who were givi) the winch orders to the eae at “Then ail te weil," and he turned away wean eae plank, where the two men were standing with his organ between them, awaiting his orders. “Go right on board Se A me RL te io m up the Lig la@der good men, Capt. Riggs came, from the foWueck in time ta seo the men bringing the organ aboard, al- though Meekor was out of his sight by the time the captain reac! a position where he had @ view of the ene ere, Where are outed to the portene > solng?" They stopped and looked up at ht "Gear ti Passenger,” said taller of the two " a if t 88 | Riggs in surprises” Cemanteg parson,” sald the spoki and as he said it M came Up the after-iadder Smead "he said to them, sure enou, id “Ah, the captain,” he waid. * the Rev. Luther Meeker, 7 nm explained, presenting hia tleket, “E am going to Hong-Kong, and, itt not mistaken, « o pip Bh oeeae in, this is the good ship “That your baggage? mencome aboard and ite Mecnet Meeker, looking over ¢ “Com: right along with It. my mood men eae leave it below. How de 40, m: dear Mr. ‘Trenholm? Captain, thoes two men are sailors who age ic for a ship, if “TM meet you below na in the saloon,” maid Capt. Ri minnie thé tleket, Mind thay neg : t your stay aboard, bec anh CAUS® We sail at once, "gata Meeker bowed to burried aft, twirling tls Pig fix he Aix hetween his Angers in @ Bervoup culled Capt, Riggs fr Single her upt rom the bridge, and T knew letting go of Manila an the winehes drew in the mooring-lines, am whistle hlew a farewell blast, The nose of the Kut way from the eibenkeent tan ae the current of the Paste, which cunt hor toward Manila Bay and the Chij ea Teould hear Meeker humming a tune and arranging his for an instant and pondered over ¢ situation, not sure that I would not he wiser to remain fn Mantle rather than sail in the Kut Sang, 1 shiy- cred as T sensed danger about me, as one feels the prasence of an intruder in the dark that cannot be seen, Then T laughed at mvself, end opened my bag for my plastols, To Be Continued.)