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BY DECK MOEKGAN CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE HE Flying Mariner taxied up to the dock, and Kay, standing at Ted's side, saw the white faces of the island colony members awaiting them. Beyond the human fringe she could see the electric

lights of the village, built in the Jungle. ~ Ted's joy was mingled with brooding, for he had lost the secret of his . gyropilot. But when the Mariner was safely moored Kay turned to Ted and put her arms around him. “Oh, Ted, you felt your way out of that storm!” she said. “Nobody £ Sse in the world could have. done i $1” ; He answered gruffly, “Ridiculous! If the radio compass hadn't been out of order, it would have been fax more simple than driving an automobile. The human element - shouldn’t enter at all into flying. It ought to be fool-proof. We can go ahead now, after this experience, and make some scientific adjustments on the direction finder. Kay stood on tiptoe and kissed him. Oh, you darling!” she said. “You gnd your scientific planning! That's all right when you're on the Mariner, but, from now on, it isn’t going to be the rule in our private lives. When you're in home port, I'm going to have things my way!” He smiled down at her. “I'm so ‘glad to see you safe that I could turn loose and do handsprings. I want to dance a jig and I want to ery.” : “Don’t you do either!” She ~ warned. “Here comes the naval ~ custodian of the island. Look your dignified best, Mr. Captain.” Ted stood ready to receive the official, but he looked up and saw Illah, standing before them in the chart room. .Her face was resigned; there was the faint trace of a mystic smile about her lips. Illah had secured the secrets of the gyropilot. and she was content. The radio operator from the land station came on board the Mariner first. His face was beaming. “Hello, Ted! Say, you had us scared. ‘What happened to your sending set? We knew you were fighting the storm somewhere over the ocean, but do you know—we haven't had a clear signal from you since you were over French (Etigaie Shoals. No message at all!” nn a”

LLAH’S face suddenly fell. “What

was ‘that? You heard no code messages from the ship? You mean

- —" she whirled to face Ted, and her

face lost its Oriental passivity; her eyes were full of hate. “You tricked me! You didn’t send my message with the secrets!” ~ Ted's face was wreathed with smiles. He was beginning to. understand. “We sent your message,” he said, “but I doubt: if it reached your pearling schooner at Wake Island.” ‘ The radio operator from the “I have the strongest station this side of Honolulu. If a code message didn’t reach ‘me, it certainly couldn’t reach any ship on the Pacific Ocean. ,I guess

2 your sending set went on the blink

during the storm. Were you receiving all right?” i Ted chuckled. “Every message you sent. We had your station and the U. S. 8S. Mississippi, and came "in by triangulating to find our position.” : Illah’s eyes flashed with cold fire. Her message hadn’t gone ‘through, and the figures were too complicated for her to remember. Ted had the secrets of his gyropilot safe! He left her with the naval custodian, under arrest. Illah disembarked and became the island’s first jail bird. Ted devoted his attention to . the other passengers then. The naval surgeon had gone ashore with the precious serum, and was already administering to the meningitis victims in the hospital. An epidemic would be forestalled. Passengers were not allowed to go ashore on the quarantined island, but they were too excited to sleep. It was already 2 o'clock in the morning, and they stayed up to watch the dawn, which would break on Midway with a riot of tropical color. They had ~ missed dinner the evening before * in the giant flying boat on account of the storm. Now they dined on the best the steward could find in the ship's rations. Only the crew members went to sleep, for they had to fly the ship next day. Ted went sound asleep and once or twice Kay went to glance at his sleeping face. How peaceful he looked after the storm! But to Ted now the journey had been a routine flight! - - = Engineers were making repairs ~ to the radio loop. Tomorrow they would have to fly to Guam.

. AY stayed on Midway to help bo care for the sick at the hos- * pital. At first Ted had protested; he wanted to take her on to Manila and he was afraid for her health. ‘But she was eager to prove her Joyalty and be of help to the men who were suffering, and at last he

agreed. * Toward noon she stood on the dock and watched the Mariner take off for Guam. Its great silver hull throwing up gray spray , the ‘Mariner dashed along the surface of the lagoon, and took to air. Kay watched it disappearing over the

back toward the hospital on the

Pacific Ocean. s » 8 T= sat in the chart room with the navigation officer, charting the course for the day. They would be in the island of Guam by night and in the Philippines the day after. It was a routine job. Back and forth, back and forth, year in and year out. He walked back into the compartments to see how the passengers were faring. The army wives were asleep in their chairs. The Chinese merchant fanned himself, smiling back at Ted with the extreme courtesy of his race. The English explorer had taken the hood from the falcon’s eyes, and the tiny black buttohs looked out into the light with terror. The missionary and the American traveling salesman were engaged in an argument over the place of bathtubs in the progress of civilization. The young polo player walked up and down the .aisle, trying his sea legs. In the middle of his discussion

lonely island in the middle of the

too, and then the English ex-

plorer. : Ted laughed, and went back to

work. On the trip today he would | have time to make some corrections in the design of nis gyropilot. The four 800-1: orsepower engines hummed out a tune of the progress of science, of transportation and - civilization. And, as he worked, Ted | hummed, thinking about Kay. What ' pretty hair she had! And those green eyes! He'd be glad when this trip was over and he gould take her back to Dickie and the little house on the beach at Ship Harbor.

~~ THE END (Copyright, 1936, NEA Service, Inc.)

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1:= peaiman’s beady eyes shone covetously as they fastened upon the little ivory skull hanging from the white man’s watch chain. He

wanted that skull. The Indians of the village would believe that it was a real skull—that he, through his sorcery, his intimacy with, all-pow-crful gods and devils, had shrunk it to such unbelievably small propor tions. : “Giveum head,” he bargained with the white man, holding out a wicker cage in which lay a three-foot snake. “Peaiman giveum white man camudi. Canudi sabby debbils. Bad Debbils come for catchum Boss, camudi no lettum.”

Peter Barnes was interested in the reptile—not because of the devilchasing powers attributed to it by the old Guiana Indian medicine man, but because his viper collection lacked a bushmaster.

When Barnes assented to the trade, the old peaiman could not hide his satisfaction. He broke into a dance of joy. Then, suddenly, he stopped and fixed the white man with a solemn eye. “Peaiman sabby debbils,” he half whispered. “Bimeby, debbils try for killum Boss. Camudi save Boss.” Barnes paid scant attention to the prophecy. By the time he reached his home in New Jersey he had vorgotten it entirely.

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ETER BARNES was a lawyer. After a short, private practice, he became affiliated with the district attorney's office. Two years later, he was the most successful prosecutor on the staff, with an enviable record of convictions. Then—he ran into a snag. “Spike” Vincente, gang leader, was arrested a few days after a sensational bank robbery. Devlin, the bank guard who shot it out with the bandits, positively identified Vincente as the man who had killed one of the tellers. A simple case, thought Barnes. Not so, the district attorney. “Barnes,” said the latter, “I want to see Vincente sent up, but you'll never get a conviction on a murder charge. Neither Devlin nor any one else will ever testify against him, and. you can’t blame them. Vincente’s gang would get them for it.” Barnes thought differently. He was determined to send the gang leader to the electric chair. It wasn’t long, however, before he discovered that the district attorney was right. Devlin’s memory suddenly became faulty. Defeat stared the young‘prosecutor in the face, but he went on with his preparations for the trial with an assumed confidence that fooled every one, including the gang leader. Barnes received a warning. Then, two days before the date set for the trial, he received an ultimatum. He ignored it.

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ARNES lived in a sparsely settled suburb. His home was an ordinary dwelling except for one feature. Opening out of the study, was a specially constructed room in which he kept his collection of reptiles, whose cages lined the walls. When he reached home on the evening before the opening of the trial, he stopped for a moment in the study, then turned to the room in which the collection was housed. Opening the door, he snapped on the light and turned to the cage of the bushmaster, which occupied a position at the side of the door. Zing! - Spat! Something had whipped past his ear and smashed against a hard surface beside him. He whirled to face a grim-visaged individual who stood in the middle of the room, a smoking automatic in his hand. Behind the gunman, bound and gagged, sat Barnes’ houseman. The gunman’s thin lips curled. “Get over here, away from that door. Any funny business and the next slug won't go by.” Barnes complied, and the gunman edged over to a position near the door. There was a light in his eyes that left the lawyer in no doubt as to his intentions. The automatic

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The lawyer's eyes, however, were not upon the weapon. They were fixed on the cage of the bushmaster, directly behind the . gunman. That first bullet had smashed the catch, and the cage door had swung open. Now, the reptile lay coiled in the opening, its tail vibrating a soundless warning. Three things happened simultaneously—the automatic belched flame, Barnes threw himself to the floor, and the snake struck. The weapon clattered to the floor as the gunman clutched at the clinging reptile. With a curse, he tore it loose and flung it to the floor, where his heel crushed the ugly head. Then he looked up-—into the rauzzle of his own gun. “Sit down,” Barnes invited, quietly. “You haven't much time left. That”—pointing to the lifeless snake —“is a cousin to our North American rattler, and is even more poisonous. In about 15 minutes, youll be finished.” The gunman’s face went ashen. Hastily, he tore off his coat and ripped away his shirt. He stared, fascinated, at the tiny punctures that had been made in his arm by the deadly fangs of the reptile. Guns and knives he understood, but this thing— “Do something!” he burst out suddenly. “You ain't goin’ to let me go out like this?” Barnes arched his brows. “Why not? You weren't just showing me a good time, were you?” The man’s reply was a lunge for the weapon, but Barnes sidestepped neatly, and his left fist hooked sharply to the other's jaw. The fellow went down, out cold. . . . o ” = EN minutes later, the gunman opened his eyes and stared blankly at the ceiling. He tried to sit up, only to discover that his arms were bound tightly to his sides. Memory returned, and cold perspiration bathed his face. He turned his head to look into the cold eyes of Peter Barnes. “You've only one chance,” the lawyer said. “If you want me to save your life, you’ll sign an affidavit to the effect that Vincente killed the teller in that bank robbery. Don’t try to tell me you weren't there.” His nerve broken, the man nodded. Barnes untied ais right hand. He signed the paper that the lawyer had ready, then sank back weakly. His eyes glittered feverishly as he watched Barnes deliberately fold the paper and turn toward the study. Then panic s€Zed him. “Hey!” he shouted.” “Ain't you goin’ to do somethin’ ?” Barnes turned in the doorway, a smile on his face. “You were out for 10 minutes. If I hadn’t taken the proper measures, you would be dead by now. You were safe when you signed.” His eyes rested upon the lifeless bushmaster. “That old peaiman,” he murmured softly, “certainly knew his debbils.” THE END (Copyright. 1936. by Syndicate. Inc.) (The characters in this story are fictitious)

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