Indianapolis Times, Volume 45, Number 172, Indianapolis, Marion County, 28 November 1933 — Page 17

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BY LOU WF.DEMAR (Copyright 1933, by The Times) EDITOR S NOTE: The narrative. "Black Hawk,” a thrilling story of life in Indiana, is purely fiction and Its leading characters exist only in the author’s imagination. B B B SYNOPSIS Black Hawk, whose r-;gn is a winged death head, demands evacuation of centra! India:.a. He ha., bombed the postoffice from an airplane. He has threatened the President He has attempted ’o blow up union station and one of hi.- ager, - or Whisperers, kills himse.f when thaarted P_obert Martvne. wealthy Indianapolis major of the military intelligence In the U S Armv r.ser'.T has been a signed to the ca - ;" He 1- in love with At a Breen. Indianapolis society girl, who i, betrothed to Lionel St. George, wealthy scientist, at her father's inSS'tenre Following the attack on the terminal. Rob and Police Lieutenant Qulnnstin spend the night In the Clavpooi. A!'!.' igh ’he room :s securely locked. Qulnmtln is killed by a hatchet man. In a hollow of the hatchet handle is a message from Black Hawk threatening to blow Indianapolis off the map unless > ery resident moves out. The Black Hawk indicates that he. too. loves A"a Breen An air pa-rol Is formed to guard the citv. A personal ad appears newspapers, raving. 'Freedom's Torch Leads the Wav," Bob and Ava. on their wav downtown, are kidnaped They are forced down a manhole and find themselves lr. a tunnel. 808 CHAPTER NINE ("Continued) They stumbled along for an hour, Ava finally leaning against Bob, exhausted. Bob estimated they were near Sixtieth street when they came to a halt. “We’ve traveled more than a mile,” he said, "and nothing has happened. Do you want to rest?” j Not a breath of air stirred down there, and the silence was broken only by a faint rumble, which might be from traffic on the street level. “Is it safe to rest?” Ava asked. “I suppose so. If he’s going to turn the water on, it will catch us before we reach the end anyway.” ‘ Water! Why, we’d be drowned like rats!” nun “A/ES. And no one would ever X know what happened to us. Our bodies would be washed ashore on the banks of White river, somewhere near the new Meridian street bridge. That’s all any one would ever know.” “Did you know about this tunnel?” “Yes. That's one of the bits of knowledge we have in the intelligence service. It has a military value, you can see.” And the Phantom wants you to tell him about such things—so he can use them against us?” ' Yes, i suppose so. With this tunnel, for instance, he could plant a line of bombs across Indianapolis, and at a signal wipe out half the city!” B B B THEY resumed walking. Search as they would, there were no openings to the surface. There were not even any vents, for the tunnel had been built before they were considered important. “We ought to be near the river now," Bob said at length. A moment after he spoke a rushing sound became audible. "He has turned on the water?” Ava asked, quite calmly. “I don't think so. Not yet. That’s probably the river, at the end of the tunnel.” They came then into a slightly wider section of the tunnel, and Bob's lantern showed a small cell at one side. Suspended from the top by thin wires were two instruments—a microphone and radio loud-speaker. Fastened to the microphone was a note: ‘‘When you get here call me.” Bob looked at Ava. Should he obey the note, or should they go on and see if they could escape at the end? Certainly Black Hawk nad arranged for either eventuality. They might as well talk with him. Bob fixed in his mind, as well as he could, where they were, in case they got out and could trace back on the surface. ’Hello!” he called tentatively. There was a response at once. ’Hello, Major Martvne.” said a sneering, high-pitched voice. "Are

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you enjoying yourself? And—Miss ■ Breen?” “Wl:*k do you want, Black Hawk?” Bob demanded. BBS High-pitched laughter greeted the question. Then: "Are you tired of fighting me, Major Martvne?” Bob did not reply. He tried to fix in his mind the characteristics of that voice, but it was too artificial. No one ever spoke naturally like that. ‘ If you are.” the voice continued, “there is an easy way out for you. You have seen how simple it is for me to do with you as I want—to take you from the middle of Washington street, if I want.” "What is the way out?” Bob asked. “I don't care for myself—but Miss Breen ” "In that niche, near where you are standing, is a piece of paper. Sign it and leave It there, and go back up the tunnel for a few minutes. When you come back, this door will be open and you will be free!” Bob found the paper and read It: "I. Robert Monforth Martyne, do confess that I placed a bomb in the United States Postoffice building, Indianapolis, and caused it to explode, in an effort to attract the attention of Washington to me, j so I could perform apparently he- | roic work in preventing further out- j rages.” ‘‘That’s insane!” Bob shouted. ‘‘Of I course, I won’t sign it!” “I promise not to use it,” said the voice softly, “if you promise not to take further steps against me. I am pledged to a great cause and nothing can stop me.” "I won’t sign under any conditions!” “Not even to save Miss Breen?” BUB 808 lookd at Ava. She looked him straight in the eyes, and shook her head. "No, Bob,” she said. “No!” Bob cried. There was a snarl of rage through the amplifier. "Then, if you love each other so much, die together!” Far up the tunnel there was a reverberation, like a bomb explosion. ‘‘He's turned water in!” Bob cried. “Come on! We have only one chance!” Light appeared a short distance ahead. The end of the tunnel dipped sharply down, however, and they saw it was full of swirling water. "We’re caught!” Ava exclaimed. “Water in front and behind us! Bob, darling!” She hugged him close to her. Bob heard the onrushing water behind them. Unless they could get through the opening ahead they were lost. “Let’s try to swim for it!” he exclaimed. “Under water!” Ava didn’t move. “It isn’t any use,” Bob,” she said. "There will probably be a screen over the end of it, if we get that far, and we’ll drown anyway. Let’s stay here and die together, calmly.” The damp air was stirring about them, moved by the column of water that was advancing through the tunnel. It roared like a great serpent, rushing through the earth :o devour them. . . . CHAPTER TEN 808 didn't know what had made Ava halt helplessly in the water-tunnel and refuse to go on. True, they might not, get through the water of the river to safety, but they had a good chance. And, as Bob knew Ava, she was gamer than most girls. Ava knew only that, she was suddenly very, very tired. Tire vision that confronted her made her want not to go on—the face of Lionel St. George, as she had last seen it. He loved her, perhaps, but if he did he loved her too much. And it was an old man’s love. , (To Be Continued)

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Immediately after the pygmies barred the only entrance, a rope shot from the shadows opposite and was drawn taut over the shoulders of one of the safari boys. Shrieking, he was pulled along the dirt floor, his terrified cries rising above the drums and chanting.

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The man had been caught by some of the pygmies on a bridge-like structure above the gorilla pit. Dangling like a pendulum, amid the acclaim of the dwarfs, the helpless native was lowered, the first victim of the horrible man-thing.

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Slowly the pygmies lowered the victim. As he reached the earthen floor of the pit they threw the whole rope over. In abject terror the native cringed against the pit’s wall, trying frantically but futilely to climb out. Slowly the gorillv arose.

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