Indianapolis Times, Indianapolis, Marion County, 18 May 1942 — Page 17

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Caribbean Crisis By Eaton K. Goldthwaite

CHAPTER FIVE LEONARD HALSEY was not a small man, But before the native his stature was dwarfed. He was no coward; he stood his ground doggedly. But June Paterson saw with rising fear that the native was not looking at Halsey. The huge man stared with sullen arrogance. His pupils were tiny, glittering: fires in a sea of yellowish whites,

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with great hands laxly open. Never in her life had she seen such hands, such leashed crushing power. She had no strength to turn, to run, She had no thought or opportunity to analyze Halsey's reaction. Outside of one startled gasp, no sound had come from his mouth. He stood transfixed, like a stubborn, obstructing post, and because he ‘was in the way the native had to notice him, “Stand where you are!” Halsey’s

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is the meaning of this?” The huge man inspected him gravely as though weighing his - strength. A challenge he found there and imperceptibly his shoulder muscles tightened. The thud of bare feet sounded on the beach and the bleat of the whistle shrilled with approaching volume as a squat, excited man brushed past. Thrusting Halsey bodily aside he danced like an enraged, overweight bantam. “You, Tomas!” the barefoot one, shouted. “Wot you doing, hey? You know dis Baas Talcott’s private beach! Want him to mash down on you, hey? An’ you, crazy fools back dere! Tink I don’t see you back dere, hey? I Sebastien, see you all right,” and he began calling them off by name. The shaky reassurance drained from her. One thought was uppermost: she must not act afraid. If she fled now she would precipitate a crisis. Her movement would dis-

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children. And if she ran, would she run to? Abas was a tiny, seabound prison. : Why hadn't Bill Talcott come? Dully, with mounting terror, she wondered. if he, too, was afraid. CE

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