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Adventure - 15 June 1932
Adventure - 15 June 1932
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CONTENTS
1932 A . A . Proctor
V o l . L X X X III N o. 1
for June 15th EDITOR
River P ic k - U p ..................................... L . G . B lo ch m a n 2
A Story of the Banana Plantations of Central America
G r a t i t u d e ........................................... F. R. B u c k l e y 17
A Story of the Steamship Sailors
A u t h o r i t y ..................................... J a m es M it c h e l l C l a r k e 59
A Story of the M ississippi Bayous
Wild T u r k e y ............................... A . L . Sp e l l m e y e r 70
Citizen F o u ch d ............................... A r e d W h it e 7i
A Story of the D ays of Napoleon
Lumber (A P o e m ) ................................................... H a r r y K em p 11 6
The Czar Of A ll The Russians . N a t a l ie B. S okoloff “7
A Story of the False D im itri
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1
cA S t o r y o f th e
C entral A m erican
B a n a n a F a rm s
Zoltec,” mused Keetson. “Say, are you In distinct contrast was the neat fit
still picking up fruit along the river?” of Long’s whites to his compact, well
Long nodded. muscled form. There was something
“We have a pick-up in the morning,” quietly British about Long, something
he said. that suggested the sea, strength in old
“Say, I ’d like to go along, just for old traditions, a long career in far places.
times’ sake. Mind if I ride the launch, He was the only man in the division
maybe stop off and eat fritos with the who could wear a sun helmet and get
foreman of the upriver labor camp?” away with it. His American colleagues,
“If you like,” said Long. “The addicted to felts and Stetsons, regarded
launches still start at 3:00 a .m , you sun helmets as “Limey swank”. But they
know.” accepted one on Long, since he gave the
“I have a little alarm clock,” said impression of having probably been
Keetson. “Will you have one of the born with a sun helmet on his head, a
launches stop back of the bungalow for pipe in his mouth, and a knowledge of
me?” India, the tea gardens of Ceylon, and
While the houseboy was carrying out the tin fields of Malaya in his infant ex
the soup plates and bringing in a plat perience.
ter of boiled beef, Long got up, twisted Long had a hard time going to sleep
the crank on the phone to ring, the after saying good night to Keetson.
campo marino. He gave orders for Keet The presence of Keetson under his roof
son to be picked up. stimulated his mind to resurrect in per
After the meal Keetson pulled a hand turbed vividness the half forgotten de
ful of long, shapely cigars from his tails of Keetson and Don Carlos Vida
pocket. and the commissary car robbery.
“Have a magnifico?” he offered. “Or Don Carlos was a Guatemalteco, one
can you stand a real cigar after your of the few among his educated country
steady diet of puros and King Bees?” men willing to forsake the pictuesque
Long accepted the cigar, peeling off highlands to work in the coastal plains
the red-and-gold band. that Americans have reclaimed from
Schulbacher refused.' jungle and miasmic swamps. He had
“No, thanks. I—I rarely smoke,” he shocked his family by refusing to em
said. brace a political career and by using
“What’s the matter, young fellow? his birthright to acquire banana lands.
You’re looking kind of peaked.” In order to learn the rudiments of ba
“I’m not feeling well,” said Schul nana culture, Don Carlos had engaged
bacher, getting up from the table. “I himself to work as timekeeper on a fruit
think I ’ll go to bed early tonight.” company farm for a year or two before
“Better take some quinine,” Long sug starting to farm for himself.
gested. During his first year occurred the rob
“I ’ll be turning in early myself, if I ’m bery of the commissary car, which had
going to get up at three,” said Keetson, been marooned by floods about half a
lighting his cigar. “But first I ’m going mile from Zoltec Farm. The same
to smoke, directly in the path of what floods had made it impossible for the
ever trade winds you can furnish to armored pay car to make its usual
night, Long, old boy.” rounds over the company’s narrow gage
As he walked toward the veranda railway lines, and a considerable amount
Keetson presented a picture of untidy of cash had been stored in the safe of
elegance. His silk suit was rumpled, the rolling commissary overnight, pend
his silk shirt was soiled at the collar, ing an adjustment of payrolls. That
his black bow tie was knotted almost same night the Jamaican commissary
under one ear. clerk was killed and the safe robbed.
6 L. G. BLOCHMAN
Keetson, one of the first called to the stand. The ringing of a telephone at
scene, found Don Carlos’ revolver in night was nothing unusual, since there
the car, and promptly turned his time were perhaps twenty phones on the dis
keeper over to the authorities. trict line. But he had the definite im
Don Carlos had an airtight alibi. pression of having heard his own signal
Witnesses established the time of the —one long ring and two short. He
crime by the sound of the shot. Don listened. He heard a muttering that
Carlos could prove that he was three swelled to a rumble and exploded in an
miles away with Ned Bender, a fellow earth-shaking thunder clap. He heard
timekeeper, at that moment. The mys rain beating down with deafening mo
tery was never solved. notony, rolling a gigantic tattoo on the
There was some indignation among vast kettledrum that was ten thousand
the banana farmers at the readiness acres of broad banana leaves. Then he
with which Keetson had accused Don heard the phone—one long ring and two
Carlos, but Carlos himself, an easy go short.
ing chap, had never held it against Keet He swung his feet to the floor and
son. started for the phone. As he opened the
“Keetson is an Anglo-Saxon,” he used door to the hall he was surprised for a
to say, with a good natured shrug. “He moment to find an oil lamp burning
was born with that impartial sense of there. Then he remembered he had left
duty peculiar to his race. I t is different the light for Keetson’s early morning
from our illogical, elastic Latin loyal rising, since the district power plant
ties, but I quite understood it.” ceased to function at 10:00 p .m . The
I t was quite possible, Long reflected, bag of sandwiches and the thermos bot
that Keetson was telling the truth when tle of coffee which he had told the cook
he said that his presence now was pure to make for Keetson were gone from be
ly accidental, due to his ship’s calling at side the lamp. He looked at the clock
Puerto Justo for fruit. I t was also possi over the phone. I t was nearly 3:30.
ble that his request to go along on the The phone rang again—one long, two
river pick-up had nothing to do with short. Long lifted the receiver.
the fact that one of the launches would A series of scratching, sputtering line
be collecting some two hundred and noises sounded in his ear. The electric
fifty stems of bananas from Don Carlos’ storm was harassing the company’s
farm during the morning. Still . . . phone system. He said—
Long got out of bed. The night was “Hello.”
unusually sultry. He went to the win “Hello. Long?” asked a voice, barely
dow. Not a breath of breeze rustled the audible through the humming and rip
banana leaves in the darkness beyond ping of the wires.
the little district office building that “Yes. Who’s this?”
adjoined the bungalow. Heat lightning “Harry Keetson there?”
flickered faintly behind the hills piled “Keetson’s gone out on the'river pick
along the Honduranian border. Long up,” said Long.
found a glass of water, then came back The reply, in an excited voice that
to bed. He fell asleep, wishing for a caused the diaphragm of the receiver to
good thunderstorm to clear the atmos vibrate unpleasantly in Long’s ear, was
phere. half lost in the whir of line noises. Long
He was awakened by the idea that he heard snatches:
had heard a bell ringing. The sensation “Keetson . . . Good God, follow . . .
of sound had persisted for some time be Keetson’s heading . . . follow him . .
fore he roused himself to full conscious “Who’s speaking?” demanded the dis
ness. He sat up, filled with a vague trict superintendent.
sense of apprehension he did not under Only a buzzing answered him.
RIVER PICK-UP 7
“Who is this?” he repeated. Still the bell was mounted on a post. Long rang
line noises; no voice. He moved the the bell as a signal for his motorboy.
hook, calling hello. The connection was The clangor resounded in the night for
broken. a full minute.
When he reentered the bungalow he
LONG hung up and sat star was met by Schulbacher, rubbing his
ing at the instrument a mo eyes.
ment. Because of the bad “What’s happening?” demanded
connection he had not recog Schulbacher in sleepy alarm.
nized the voice of the man who called “Nothing. I ’ve got to go down to
him. He lifted the receiver again and the campo marino, that’s all.”
rang the central operator at fruit com “Did Mr. Keetson get off all right?”
pany headquarters at Platanera. It suddenly occurred to Long that he
“This is the district superintendent at was not even certain that Keetson had
Dos Rios,” said Long. “Did you call me left. He glanced across the hall to the
within the last five minutes?” two doors, one leading to Schulbacher’s
The Jamaican operator said he had room, the other to Keetson’s. Keetson’s
not. door was ajar. Long stepped over, threw
“Did you put through a call to me it open. The bed was empty.
from Puerto Justo or Lobos district?” “Apparently he’s gone,” said Long.
No, the operator had not handled any Schulbacher mumbled something
calls whatever for the past hour. about a headache and went back to bed.
Again Long hung up. The call had Long put his clothes on. After a mo
evidently come from some one on his ment’s hesitation he slipped an auto
own line. He ran over in his mind the matic into his pocket.
names of the score of persons who might The motor had been rolled out of the
have called. Suddenly he turned the shed and stood on the rails in front of
crank of the phone. He was not going the bungalow. The motorboy said he
through the lengthy process of trying to had already called the dispatcher and
trace the call. The voice had been ear got his via. Long climbed on the car,
nest in its excitement and determined in switched on the ignition and hooked his
its purpose. It merely strengthened the forefinger around the throttle. The
premonitions which Long himself had motorboy pushed the car until the en
been trying to put aside. He would gine coughed into action, then he
follow the advice it was obviously try jumped on.
ing to give. He turned the handle again. The rain had stopped and the air was
He was ringing the campo marino . . . cooler. The motor rapidly gained speed
After several minutes a sleepy voice as it sputtered down a straight stretch
answered. Long spoke in Spanish: of track between dark overhanging cliffs
“Hello. I want a launch immediately of banana plants. Tiny winged insects
. . . I want . . . W hat’s the matter with beat against Long’s face. The car
the Embustero? . . . Why isn’t it? . . . rushed through the night, the flanged
I t’s in the water, isn’t it? . . . All right wheels rattling and screaming against
then, tell the mechanic to do the best the rails.
he can. Get the crew out and have the Rounding a curve, approaching Zoltec
engine running . . . No, don’t come for Farm, Long was puzzled to see a light
me. It will be quicker for me to come in the overseer’s bungalow. Bender
up to the campo by motor . . . In five usually sent Smith, his timekeeper, on
minutes.” the river pick-up. He rarely went him
He hung up. Throwing a slicker over self. Bender had known Harry Keet
his shoulders, he ran down the veranda son. Bender had furnished Don Carlos
steps. In the center of the lawn a large with an alibi, three years ago. Perhaps
8 L. G. BLOCHMAN
Bender was the one who had telephoned. surface of the river sent him swerving
Long pulled the brake lever toward away from an unseen sandbar. Now
him, sprang off the car and ran between he would skim so close to the dark bank
hibiscus hedges to Bender’s bungalow. that he brushed the overhanging growth.
A mantle lamp stood on a table, Leaves and branches swished drops of
flooding the veranda with a greenish water into the launch, which would then
glow. Long called. No one answered. dart into midstream, now to the oppo
He went in, looked into all the rooms. site bank.
Neither Smith nor Bender was there. Bounding a bend, they caught their
Bender must have gone out on the pick first sight of the other two launches. The
up after all. other craft were far ahead, mere dark
Long went back to the motor, sped blurs with gray tails of exhaust vapor.
along a Y, at the base of which was A few seconds later the engine of the
the campo marino. Embustero coughed and died. Long
As soon as Long stepped aboard the swore one of his rare and restrained
Embustero the lights in the launch oaths. The launch drifted backward
winked out. The craft nosed away from downstream. The captain swung it into
the shore, swung upstream. The cap the bank. A boy jumped out to make
tain, a Guatemalteco, navigated best in fast a line about a clump of cana, brava.
the dark, feeling his way among the The mechanic explained to Long that
shifting shoals and snags of the tropical he had been overhauling the engine the
river by watching the reflection of the day before, that he had not finished
vague light of the sky on the dull gleam properly, and that he had merely thrown
of the current. in the last few bolts hurriedly when
The sky, overcast, was of a uniform Long had phoned that he would need the
lead color except for darker patches on launch. He thought he could fix it fairly
the somber bellies of rain clouds. Scraps quickly.
of jungle along the banks stamped out Long lighted a puro and smoked while
weird black silhouettes, with ceiba trees he waited. The trees and the objects
raising imperious, monarchial heads on the bank began to take on a little
above the confused shadows of tangled anemic color. The mechanic tinkered
growth. Inside the launch a single point with the engine. In forty minutes he
of light glowed above the engine—the had it running again.
mechanic smoking an odorous stogy. I t was now broad daylight. The
The launch chugged steadily forward river was no longer a pale reflection,
against the current. On one bank a but a wide, swift, coffee colored tor
stretch of banana plantation pointed rent. Parrots screamed, flying over
skyward with the black outlines of num head in pairs.
berless curved, crossed blades, like the
sabers of spectral troops of dragoons. ROUNDING a bend ahead,
These bananas belonged to Don Car one of the other launches hove
los Vida. His house was half a mile into sight. She was carrying
farther upstream. Long debated with her two lighters, one tied to
himself over going ashore here. He de each side, and had the awkward, squat
cided he had better continue his pur appearance of a mother duck trying to
suit of the other two launches, which spread protective wings over two over
would ordinarily stop at Don Carlos grown ducklings. The launch with its
Vida’s only on the trip back, after they lighters came about, swung into the
had picked up the lighters spotted up bank heading upstream and tied up.
stream. Peons laid planks over the lighters and
The captain steered with uncanny ac made contact with the shore.
curacy. The shadow of a ruffle on the Long came alongside and hailed a
RIVER PICK-UP 9
figure he saw lying prone in the stern. launch drifted away from the lighters,
The figure sat up, adjusting its Stetson the engine started, and he was headed
and rubbing its eyes. I t was Smith, back downstream.
curly headed timekeeper from Zoltec. Ten minutes later he put in a t a
“Did you pick up a man named Keet- break in the thick growth along the
son back of my house this morning?” bank. Half of a banana leaf, trimmed
asked Long. “Or did the other launch like a flag, was stuck upright in the silt
take him?” of the cleared bank as a signal to the
“We picked him up, all right,” said launches that fruit was to be picked up
Smith in a Southern drawl. here.
“Where is he then?” Hurrying to the house, Long found
“Why, he asked to be put ashore at Don Carlos Vida sitting down to break
Don Carlos Vida’s finca,” drawled fast alone. Don Carlos was still young,
Smith. “He said he was a friend of but he had begun to grow portly. He
Don Carlos and wanted to see him.” was given to leather puttees, bright
“Did he go to Don Carlos’ house?” pink shirts and stiff brimmed Stetsons.
“I reckon so,” said Smith. “Gaetano He always wore one of his many ornate
walked a piece with him to show him pistols; also a small, silky mustache.
how to get there. He told Gaetano we “Buenos dias, amigo mio,” he greeted
should pick him up when we came by Long, immediately switching to breezy
again later in the morning.” English. “How the hell are you?”
Long glanced toward the bank where The district superintendent lost no
Gaetano stood, a wiry figure in black time in formalities.
trousers and a shirt brown with banana “Where’s Harry Keetson?” he in
sap. In his left hand gleamed the nickel quired without further ado.
of a tabulating machine. He clicked up Don Carlos cocked his head to one
the number of stems of green bananas side.
passing him on the backs of peons, who “Keetson? Didn’t you tell me last
walked up the planks into the lighters. year he was in Colombia? Or was it
In his right hand he dangled a long, Brazil?”
murderous looking machete. Gaetano “Keetson’s on your finca, Don Car
ignored the district superintendent’s los,” said Long. “He came along on
presence. the river pick-up and the launch put
“By the way, Smith,” said Long sud him ashore here less than an hour ago.
denly, “how did Bender happen to come Do you mean you haven’t seen him?”
along on the pick-up today?” Don Carlos made an extravagant
“He didn’t, sir.” gesture of protest.
“You’re sure he isn’t in the other “But I have been up and dressed
launch?” scarcely ten minutes, my friend,” he
“Quite sure. I know he was at the said. “I have just this minute sat down
house when we started out, because I to eat my desayuno.”
phoned him there from the campo “Then Keetson hasn’t been in your
marino. I ’d forgot to tell him about an bungalow?”
errand I wanted him to do for me this “He may be wandering around among
morning.” the bananas,” said Don Carlos. “You
“Did you tel} him you were picking know it is not so easy to find this house,
up Keetson?” for a man who has never been here be
“Yes, sir, I believe I mentioned the fore.”
matter.” “Then I ’ll have a look round,” said
“Thanks. See you later, Smith.” Long.
Cold with apprehension, the district He left Don Carlos’ house immedi
superintendent gave an order. His ately and headed toward the river. He
10 L. G. BLOCHMAN
G ratitude
By F. R. BUCKLEY
HEY built the Evelyn to Ameri to perform airplane whirls with lions.
in’ his pipe with my seventy-five bucks Isaiahad, the Mirandola was effectively
in his pocket. I could be alongside of in trouble; not a leak, but rudderless and
him tomorrow, fightin’ it out on a hatch; minus two propeller blades in a sea that
but I don’t own seventy-five per cent ran mountain high and was bare of any
of this ship. No, I ’m the kind of fool ship save the Evelyn.
that goes around puttin’ up bail for his There was some difficulty about pick
friends, and so I got to go where I ’m ing up the SOS (Mirandola had a spark
told, when I ’m told, gettin’ no peace out transmitter that should have graced
of my life.” some museum—her operator had to wear
“Oh, you ain’t got it so bad,” said rubber gloves and sneaks); but finally it
Mr. Elphinstone. came through on an ether quite free
“Listen. I know I ’m comfortable in from answers. And when he heard of
my body, Mister. Why d’you think I this, Captain Carr threw his cap over
turned down all those big ships? Be the side and said there was a thank
cause I ’ve got this one just to my liking; offering to Neptune. He called Neptune
and I ’m fifty years of age, and I ’ll only Davy Jones, and the cap was one he
be alive once, and I wouldn’t have time chanced to have borrowed from the sec
to get another ship cozy even if they’d ond mate; but his meaning was unmis
let me. Which they wouldn’t in the takable.
passenger trade. Then we got a nice “Lost his rudder, has he?” demanded
crowd, even the engineers, and you don’t the captain, in a voice audible over the
play a bad game of checkers, an’ if any howling of the gale. “An’ two-thirds
body wants to stand watch without his of his propellor? Well, the careless, care
trousers, the way you did after that less, careless young dog!”
night at Port Said, why it’s all right and “We gonna change course, sir?” asked
nobody bothers. That’s what I ’m kickin’ Mr. Elphinstone, eyeing his chief as
about. All I want is to be happy an’ warders eye patients who begin to ask
contented, an’ I ’ve worked at it—an’ for their golden crowns and their second-
here’s this swine—” best suit of purple.
There was a knock on the door, and Captain Carr was normally a kind
the wireless operator came in. man; but seventy-five dollars plus two
“Well?” years’ brooding can disarrange the func
“Weather report, sir.” tions.
Captain Carr took the yellow sheet “Change course?”
and scanned it resentfully. “Well, he’s about sixty miles to the
“Yeah, an’ we’re in for a storm, too,” south of us,” said the first mate reason
he said, throwing the flimsy at his chief ably. They were in the charthouse now,
officer. “All right, Sparks.” and it was possible to speak reasonably,
He lay back on the brass bed and if one roared. “And I don’t see how
covered his eyes with his clasped hands. we’re going to reach him, sir, if we keep
“Wouldn’t it be grand,” said he, in the on the way we’re heading.”
languorous voice of a hashishin, “if that Captain Carr, his mouth open, stared
buttertub of Wilkins’ sprang a leak or petrified at the mate.
somethin’, with nobody around within “After all I told you, you think I ’m
call but us? Wouldn’t it?” goin’ to turn around in a gale like this,
riskin’ my ship for that—”
NOW the sea is chiefly re- “No, sir. But I was thinkin’, there’s
markable for being the only your seventy-five bucks to be thought
present day arena for miracles. of.”
Anything not only can happen More and more was Mr. Elphinstone
at sea, but does: Videlicet, that within the warder; the kind warder of the hos
forty-eight hours after Captain Carr’s pital reports, who has laid aside his
20 F. R. BUCKLEY
length of rubber hose and calms his than a second at a time, but even so
charges by humoring them. certain things were notable. For in
“An’ furthermore, a hell-bender of a stance, the facts th at she had lost all her
storm like this can’t last forever. And if boats, and that the jury-sail could not
we get down there, an’ stand by, an’ the possibly be rigged in time. On the
weather clears, an’ we give ’em a pull Evelyn’s port bow the sea tossed the
into port, there’ll be more than seventy- wreckage of the sea anchor as a savage
five dollars cornin’ in towage. And tosses aloft the head of a vanquished
who’ll have to pay it? Who owns foe.
seventy-five per cent of the ship—not “His wireless still working?” screamed
countin’ that you’ll have him face to Mr. Elphinstone; and found himself
face at last?” turned upon savagely.
Captain Carr’s mouth closed. He “Do I need any remarks from him?”
appeared to swallow something; he con bellowed Captain Carr in return. “Go
sidered for a moment, and then his eyes get No. 1 boat away. Fly to it!”
lighted. Raising a steak-like hand, he Mr. Elphinstone dragged his chief into
smacked Mr. Elphinstone terribly upon the charthouse. The weather door was
the shoulder. of four-inch teak, well fitted; but the
“Johnnie,” he roared, and he was no wind had driven water in around its
man for Christian names at sea, “by edges until the floor was six inches sub
Judas at the mainyard, you’re right! merged.
Gimme the chart an’ those instruments. “The men won’t man any boat in
Where’ja say he was? We’ll yank that this sea! I t ’d be—”
tub into New York harbor, and serve the “Who’s asking ’em to? I ’m gonna
lugger right.” float the boat downwind empty, with a
Which was easy to say; but in some line to it so’s they can haul in our haw
respects not quite so easy to perform. ser. We’ll pull her ruddy head up!
A four-thousand ton ship in a high Get along an’ see to it.”
sea, with no rudder to guide her, is a “Aye, aye, sir. Er—Captain Wilkins’s
revelation of diabolism; and as the gen dying.”
tlemen manning the Mirandola had “What?”
found out, sea anchors, those noble pre “Wireless, sir.”
venters of broaching-to and foundering, And, handing over the yellow slip he
may become playthings of the devil. had just received, Mr. Elphinstone stag
One built cone-shaped out of awnings, gered forth about his business.
by two hours’ labor in the peril of board I t was an agitated sort of message
ing seas, may collapse in as many min that Captain Carr, wiping spray from
utes; and another, built square and his eyes, read in the gray light from the
weighted with a kedge anchor, may whip porthole. I t was sent by a Marconi
the bitts out of a ship and with the bight man aged twenty who had not before
of its departing cable snkke three men seen death on the deep waters; and it
overboard. Both of which things had had been received by another who didn’t
happened to the Mirandola; and when even like to think about such things. I t
the Evelyn came in sight, it was to find recited, with several repetitions and in
her falling slowly off into the trough of an agitated handwriting which made
seas that raged high above her funnel, Captain Carr swear, that Captain Wil
while a desperate knot of men by the kins had been forward when the second
aftermast wrestled with the makings of sea anchor carried away; and that the
a jury-mizzen. cable, while leaving him aboard, had
Captain Carr peered through an at done its best to take one of his legs with
mosphere largely consisting of spume. it for a souvenir. Wherefore he was ly
The Mirandola was not in sight for more ing on the floor of the wireless room
GRATITUDE 21
bleeding to death, and the operator was would go Eddie Carr, and twenty years
feeling very sick. of checkers, and no having to say “sir,”
“Tell ’em to put on a tourniquet!” and—
shouted Captain Carr, entering his own He summarized all this in a sort of
wireless room after the manner of a snarl; hearing which, and seeing his first
whirlwind. “My God, hasn’t anybody mate rushing at him in wrestling form,
there got the sense—” Captain Carr unbolted a right and left
“They’ve shut down, sir.” that knocked Mr. Elphinstone senseless
“Shut down?” against a skylight. Then he climbed
“Middle of a word, sir.” The Evelyn’s into the violently swinging boat, waved
operator was looking extremely pale and his hand and gave the order to lower
wishing he had not had sardines for away.
breakfast. “I dunno whether his appa And at that, mark you, Mr. Elphin
ratus ’s gone, or whether he’s fainted. stone was right. By all the probabilities,
He was just sending—” Captain Carr should have been washed
out of that lifeboat. But he was not.
THE men about No. 1 boat Or the lifeboat and he should have been
found their commander among smashed against the side of the Miran
them. He was cursing in a dola; but they weren’t. Or, climbing
way which, at other times, up the line thrown him from the
must have excited their respectful ad steamer’s deck, Mr. Carr should have
miration, and they were currently doing been battered to death against her
some creditable blasphemy themselves. plates; and he was battered, but not to
But what now monopolized their atten death.
tion was Captain Carr’s apparent desire He came aboard with only one sea
not only to get the boat launched, but boot and without his sou’wester, to be
to get into her himself. They endeav sure; and there was literally blood in
ored to restrain him, and he knocked his eye as he instructed the Mirandola’s
two of them down. It is only fair to say, first mate what to do about the tow.
however, that he instantly kicked them But he was not dead—far from it; much
up again. farther than Captain Wilkins, for in
“I ’m going!” he roared to Mr. Elphin- stance, lying in a pink swash of water
stone. “That jackass got his leg cut on the wireless room floor.
off. Seventy-five dollars. ’Sides, that We will not go into matters of surgery;
mate of his don’t know his truck from because, though well paid ashore and
his keelson, an’ I can’t be losin’ hawsers. therefore in marvelous repute, it is a
You work quick, Mister. Tend this messy sort of art; and at sea it is not
line, an’ be ready with the ten-inch even well paid. Let it be said that
manila, time I ’m alongside.” Captain Carr, having carried Captain
Mr. Elphinstone said nothing. He was Wilkins to the charthouse settee, busied
not a loquacious man, and now the num himself with a rope loop and a stick to
ber of things he had to say, storming twist it with; and then turn we to the
his unaccustomed glottis, gagged him. brighter, breezier, outdoor doings on the
He wanted to point out that one man forecastle.
in a drifting lifeboat must infallibly Here was the matter of rigging a haw
drown; that the Mirandola, if reached, ser that should stand the pull of four
would probably broach-to before the thousand tons multiplied by two, and
hawser could be passed; and that if tow sliding up and down mountains. The
ing were begun, even such towing as Mirandola had a hawser; which, accord
would just keep the Mirandola’s head ing to the instructions of Captain Carr,
up, it could not long continue before her first mate roused out, while the Sec
something would carry away. And there ond saw to the proper reception of the
22 F. R. BUCKLEY
similar rope from the Evelyn. Mean then, of course, for twenty-four hours,
time the Third—a nice boy, but inclined while the Evelyn dragged steadily and
to cry when hit over frozen fingers with the storm began to show signs of weari
a sledge-hammer—was arranging that ness, Captain Carr was doing other
the visiting hawser should be fastened things for his debtor.
to the end of the chain cable, and the The Mirandola had a medicine chest
cable veered away t<i its first shackle. that would have graced a liner; and
It was while this shackle was being once his rope tourniquet had saved the
unpinned that his fingers met the sledge; immediate day, Mr. Carr went into this
so that on the chief and second officers thoroughly with the aid of Yates’ “Prac
devolved the duty of making fast their tical Medicine & Captain’s Friend.”
own hawser to the cable’s inboard end, Altogether he did amazingly well with
veering away until the length of chain Mr. Wilkins, both physically and psy
was halfway to the Evelyn, and then chologically; for by the time the linked
belaying with bridles around everything ships arrived off Quarantine one balmy
that would stand a pull. forenoon, not only was the leg com
Upwind, Mr- Elphinstone, recovering fortable; not only was Captain Wilkins’
from a dream in which he had lost four temperature normal; but also in Captain
teeth, was using oil cannily; the seas still Carr’s pocket reposed the seventy-five
came at the Mirandola like panthers— dollars of contention.
but panthers under a tarpaulin. And “I t’s a hell of a thing, Ed,” remarked
gradually, as the Evelyn’s engines went Captain Wilkins tearfully. He was
ahead, that threatening twist of the sick rather weak. “You know, I didn’t mean
ship’s head to the south became a steady to do you a trick like that. I was
northward point. The weighted cate stewed, and it just—just happened.
nary of the hawser, spring-like, tight And then I was kind of broke at the
ened, slackened, dipped and rose. time; and then afterward I got kind of
“I believe,” said Mr. Elphinstone, as ashamed, an’ then you went ahead and
the bridles groaned about him, “she’s wrote me that mucous letter, an’ I got
goin’ to hold!” mad, an’ —oh, hell!”
At which same moment Captain Carr, “Don’t you bother about it,” said
joined by the Mirandola’s mate with a Captain Carr.
similar report, looked at Captain Wilkins “A lousy seventy-five,” protested Mr.
and used almost the identical words. Wilkins, tears actually appearing on his
“I believe,” said he, giving Captain cheeks. He chanced just to have had
Wilkins another tablespoon of brandy half a tumblerful of brandy. “And for
for good luck, “by God, he’s goin’ to that I ’ve lost the best friend I ever had.
live.” A friend I used to catch birdnests and
Captain Wilkins’ eyes fluttered. One barmaids with as an innocent, innocent
opened, then the other; they regarded, boy. A friend th at’ll come an’ save me
salt-rimmed, two quite different sections an’ my ship, an’ glue my right leg on
of the chartroom ceiling. again for me, an’ stick around for days
“Hey, Wilkie!” roared his doctor in his and nights, forsaking his own v-hic-essel.
ear. “Snap out of it, will ya? Where’s Lost, lost! Sold for seventy-five bucks!”
my seventy-five bucks?” Captain Carr took his patient’s hand.
“You shut up, Wilkie,” he said.
IT WAS a queer stimulant for “Listen. Be a man! This ain’t like you.
“Radio?” said the Sicilia’s commander where not even Gargantua could have
in a choked voice. “Why, I only saw him spat on it with pleasure; it was scat
off day before yesterday.” tered with minor officers at telegraphs
“And we got a column in four papers and things, all standing strictly to atten
out of it,” said the publicity man. “We’ll tion; and the lookout houses on each
get another column out of this. Sent wing were equipped with those patent
RCA, so the press can check up and see windshield wipers which take any rain
it’s kosher. Listen. or sleet available and fling it into the
officer of the watch’s eye.
“a s w e t a k e o n c e m o r e to t h e Captain Carr turned on one throb-
PERILS OF THE DEEP C O M M A OLD bingly compressed heel and started back
FRIEND C O M M A W A N T TO TELL YOU from starboard to port. Not only were
M Y GRATITUDE FOR SAVING M Y LIFE his shoes tight; his overcoat owed him
AND THAT OF M E N IN M Y CHARGE two inches across the shoulders and his
STOP STILL MORE GRATEFUL FOR cap, fitted with precision when he had
FRIENDSHIP OF YEARS RESTORED STOP just had a haircut, now bound his tem
HAPPY VOYAGE AND M EET YOU IN ples like the Borgian bowstring.
O T H E R P O R T S CO M M A O L D SEA Worst of all, however, and contribu
HEART.” tory factor in the starting out of small
purple veins all over the commander’s
“Old what?” face, was his collar—a strict uniform re
“ ‘Old sea heart’,” said the publicity quirement of the Blue Ball passenger
man with unction. service. This, emerging in two stiffly
“Did Wilkins call me that?” starched points from a mess of white silk
“Well, I wrote the text,” said the man muffler, was designed to catch the wearer
in the velour hat modestly, “but, honest, four inches forward of the carotid artery
Cap’n, it’s time you knew the part and one-half inch inside the jawbones;
Wilkins has played in all this. Right thus making him hold up his head like
after the way you acted at that ladies’ a mettlesome horse while causing (if he
club lecture, Mr. Broughton was doubt was past forty) his cheeks to bulge over
ful about letting you have this ship after like the dewlaps of an aged hound. Cap
all. Now, Wilkins wouldn’t let us men tain Carr had a dozen of these collars,
tion it, wanted to do good by stealth, one to be worn when another got dirty.
but it was him that got you back on the He had found his cabin steward arrang
front pages, tipping the reporters about ing them with pride on a berth that was
your school days, and the time you were thirty inches wide, and which had sharp
both apprentices, and how you wanted edged sideboards.
to marry that cabaret dancer in Lisbon, “In the stream, sir,” said a voice; and
and the knife fight; swell stuff. You the captain revolved bodily to face his
don’t know—” chief officer.
“Yes, I do,” said Captain Carr, still in This was a young man who wore his
that same choked voice. “My wife read cap slightly to one side, like Earl Beatty,
it to me.” and had a dark, sarcastic eye. He did
“Well, anyhow,” said the publicity not resemble Mr. Elphinstone.
man, folding up his radiogram with satis “Very good. Do you,” asked Captain
faction, “you want to realize that if it Carr thickly, “play checkers, Mister?”
hadn’t been for Wilkins—” The chief officer saluted.
“You’d better get off the bridge,” said “No, sir. A little chess.”
Captain Carr formally; and he turned to A new vein sprang into view on the
pace his new post of command. commander’s nose.
It was a very different bridge from the “Euchre, then?”
Evelyn’s. I t was holystoned to a point “No, sir. Only bridge.”
GRATITUDE 25
HE squadron was about to reach From the rims of the still invisible
raf lifted the white burnous to cover the legend of the desert. Of the seven Me
lips of the sick man, who saw in the haristes, dying of thirst, who had
delusion of delirium the combat he had reached the end of the quest, Mo
yearned for. Marcay bent nearer. hammed ben Ali had been the only one
“Accursed life!” he murmured. able to drag himself to the nearest well.
His dull voice seemed to arouse that He had returned with a full guerba, to
of Kermeur, for the lieutenant resumed revive his chief and his comrades. Then
with visible anguish. he had done as much for the survivors
“Marcay, let me stay near you! Two of the rezzou, who were dying of the
more fall! Lazraf is hit! Lazraf!” same thirst on the other side of the
Lazraf did not stir. Marcay hid his dune. The voice of Mohammed ben
face in his hands. Around the group the Ali murmured on . . .
Meharistes remained awake, agitated by It was perhaps three o’clock when
disappointment, discouragement, worry. Marcay was awakened by the icy cold.
Sergeant Mohammed ben Ali attempted His first gesture was to grope for Ker-
to cheer them up. He had prestige in meur’s hand. But he was several sec
their eyes because he was the only man onds finding it in the darkness. The
present who had entered these Southern hand had thrown aside blankets and
Dunes before—with Adjutant Hertz, burnouses, to grip the ground and dig
pursuing the 1922 rezzou. into it with cold nails. I t was inert.
“I t was here at Chegga th at we picked Marcay bent low, freed the stricken
up their tracks—right here, near the man of the garments stiffened by dew,
third tree,” he explained. pressed his ear against the chest. The
The Chaamba stared into the night heart was no longer beating.
in the direction indicated, seeking the
third thalla tree, as if the tracks of the
CHAPTER VI
rezzou they were pursuing must pass
necessarily over that fated spot. They DESERT TOMB
no longer heard the cries of the dying
man. Mohammed ben Ali went on: HE death of Lieutenant Kermeur
“But we had lost time on the stony
stretches of the Hank; our feet were
cooked—cooked. After Tamsagout
Well there was no guide to pilot us. The
T delayed the squadron. Marcay
himself wished to inspect the grot
to which Fennec had found. I t jras a
cave facing the north, and received but
tracks grew fresher and fresher as we a feeble light. From the entrance one
followed them into the Chesh Dunes. At beheld only a rocky wall. Then the cave
the end of three days we remained seven turned like an elbow, ending in a sort
out of twenty, seven as good as dead of pocket where the eyes, blinded by the
from thirst. We continued the chase. outside light, discerned nothing. Only
Have you ever held your carbine when after a few seconds were scattered bones
your guerba has been empty for twenty visible.
hours? I t drops out of your hands, and The black schist walls near the en
you lack strength to pull the trigger. trance formed a frame for the deeply
You lie down like Lieutenant Ker trodden area around the well. Like a
meur—” backdrop, the arid earth, sucked dry by
“Mohammed ben Ali is relating the a few stunted trees, rolled to a horizon
fight at Agerakten,” Lazraf told Mar merging into a too intense sky. Where
cay, who had heard the drone of the did the jackals who roamed around the
voice. camp throughout the night hide for the
“Agerakten!” Marcay said. “He alone day? As Fennec had said, no tomb was
can talk of that, since Hertz died.” secure. The thickest sand could not re
Agerakten—a famous combat in the sist these despoilers of graves, that had
30 JOSEPH PEYRE
brought and mingled in this cave ^the and the kneeling camels. I t was the
bones of camels dead on the trails, those first time he saw Kermeur’s mount so
of men they had dug up. near. He passed his hand over the
Marcay decided to dig a tomb in the flank, on the lusterless hair. And he no
rock. All day long the narrow gully ticed that one of the animal’s pallets
echoed to the blows of the picks which was hard, swollen.
bit into the stone with metallic squeals. “Should it be slit?” Fennec asked.
On the other hand, no cry of camels was His eyes had followed the officer’s every
heard for hours. The animals filed to move as if he shared his remorse.
the well, drank long and walked off “Yes. Should have been slit long
slowly, necks at ease. There were no ago,” Marcay replied. But he voiced
quarrels at the water hole. Tired out, no reproach. He examined the beast’s
the pack-camels had at last found a limbs with more attention, murmured,
chance to rest. “I had never seen his camel, either.”
Marcay desired to pay unusual hon Then he addressed Fennec once more,
ors to Kermeur’s body. Throughout “I t must be taken care of immediately.
the day Belkheir and Mohammed ben I don’t want it made the target of
Ali, sergeants, replaced each other near jokes.”
the corpse. Garbed in a spotless gan- The thinness of the camels tended by
doura, carbine butt resting on his thigh Fennec had long been a cause for laugh
as if on parade, a mounted Mehariste ter and jests among the men. Marcay
stood guard. From all points of the insisted before leaving:
camp this tall silhouette could be seen “You hear me? Lieutenant Ker
outlined against the cliff. meur’s camel shall continue to carry his
“No other chief was guarded thus,” baggage as long as we don’t need it.”
some one said. At sundown the last blow of the pick
But Marcay could not find sufficient struck a spark from the rock. Marcay,
show, sufficient glory to surround his who had stepped to the edge of the
farewell. Yet no other ground would grave, thought of the blue spark which
have been so well fitted for his death. had streaked the darkness of the wire
Never had Marcay been so sensitive to less room when the message had dropped
meditation, to the introspection caused down to him at Adghar. The rezzou?
by infinite space. The religious senti The entire camp appeared to have for
ment aroused by the desert, the exces gotten it to stare at the mounted Me
sive solitude, stirred him. hariste rearing his dark shape against
In camp he saw Kermeur’s camel and the gloomy rock, filling the sky.
Fennec’s piebald animal kneeling head “Lieutenant Marcay is wearing his
to head. Fennec sat near, rosary in his red burnous tonight,” Telli remarked.
hands. He had not eaten that day. He In fact, the officer had asked Lazraf
had spoken to no one. His long nose, to bring out this garment, for he wished
his lipless mouth, the lowered lids, gave to leave to Kermeur, as a shroud, the
him an expression of mourning which white burnous that had screened his
wiped out the ugliness of his face. But last hour.
he had refused to stand watch over his
dead master. Instead of blaming him, THE next afternoon, after
Marcay was surprised to find himself Kermeur had been buried, the
grateful to the native for this lack of squadron reformed its ranks
moral courage. and moved toward El Kseib,
He, Marcay, had not had the will second water hole along the Cliff of
power to remain near that hole from Hank. At the moment of departure
which the pick blows resounded, more the Chaamba paid last honors to this
and more muffled. He sat near Fennec tomb dug with particular piety, the
THE WHITE SQUADRON 13T
sight of which had saddened their chief “We couldn’t hope to find the Bera-
more than any preceding death. bers. Neither at El Kseib nor at Cheg-
“You are really certain that the jack ga. I t was impossible,” Belkheir said
als can not dig him up?” Marcay asked when he saw the. partridges.
of Belkheir when the entrance of the “That’s true,” Marcay replied calmly.
cave was almost lost to view. “That’s why I let the flankers go ahead
“Most certain. We added another so far. Do you think I would have
thickness of stone slabs, which four men walked blindly into El Kseib to serve
found hard to move.” as a target for the fusillade of Win
“Then I shall return sometime to see chesters, had I believed the Berabers
him.” were at the well?”
Protected by a patrol of three men “What about Chegga?” Belkheir re
which flanked it along the jagged crest, sumed quietly.
the column skirted the foot of the cliff. “At Chegga I had reason to hope.
Marcay rode alone behind the guides. Since I knew by the couriers that the
At the place that Kermeur had occu rezzou was coming down by Hassi
pied during his brief period of command, Tounassine, I might presume that it
Fennec led the dead man’s camel by the would reach the south of the Iguidi at
reins. This empty saddle, the butt of Bou Bout or Grizim. Put yourself in
the carbine jutting into the air from the the Berabers’ place, and tell me where
flank of the riding camel, gave the pro you would have crossed the Eglab? By
cession the semblance of a funeral cor the trail to Chegga and none other. If
tege. we did not find the raiders, we could
The halt had lasted too long. The hope to pick up their tracks.”
camels, allowed to cool off, now felt their “It was the path the Berabers should
sores. The Chaamba camels had suf have followed. But we are walking with
fered severely during the trip across the death. I t was what I meant when I
stone plateau. For they were animals said that neither at El Kseib nor at
accustomed to the softness of the sand Chegga—perhaps you don’t know that
and could not cover long distances over Lieutenant Kermeur extinguished his
pebbles and gravel with impunity. Two lighter by blowing out the flame?
in particular, S. 101 and S. 147, hoofs Didn’t Fennec tell you? Now he is dead,
burned, already slit several times, found the third after the two men we had
difficulty in keeping up. Despite their lost. Death is everywhere; there are no
riders’ efforts, they lagged behind. warriors along the Hank. Only the
Belkheir had selected for the flankers flights of partridges. Behold!”
on the crest three men mounted on “Belkheir, will you become a man
Ifora camels, beasts marked on the hind lacking in courage? Yet you have just
quarters with tifinar characters, ani seen a real man die, one who had a
mals hardened to travel on stony soil. stanch heart. Hear me; we’ll water and
I t was they who reached El Kseib first, then leave for El Mzerreb. Tomorrow
the second gate through which the Bera- we start an hour earlier.”
bers might have crossed the barrier of The Berabers, to make sure that they
the Cliff of Hank. would not encounter the Saharan pla
But instead of the chouf—lookout— toons, must have swung farther west
the sentries who guard at long range the ward than had been believed. They
camps of the rezzous, an immense num had avoided the direct trail to Chegga
ber of kanga lifted before the scouts, and El Kseib. Now, even admitting
flew in a black oval against the sunset that they had gone as far west as pos
sky, strung out and vanished like smoke. sible before starting toward the Cliff of
Men had not visited El Kseib for a long Hank, the squadron must meet them at
time. El Mzerreb.
32 JOSEPH PEYRE
“We’ll hook up with them before all the water holes that form gates in
reaching El Mzerreb,” Marcay told Laz the Cliff of Hank would be investigated,
raf, when he found him waiting at the all the corridors through which the
end of the last inspection for the night. Berabers might pass through the Hank
But the orderly shook his head, and to reach the south must be examined for
Marcay spoke with an impatience he no tracks. And one by one these gateways
longer controlled, “Where do you wish were attained and found deserted as
them to pass, then? Surely they won’t those of a ruined fortress. The flights
circle by Ouaran and El Djouf, to leave of partridges hovered over them.
their carcasses in the attempt. And “But where have the Berabers gone?”
they’re not going to seek loot in Mauri Negoussi cried.
tania.” He was furious that he was not per
How shake off the discouragement mitted to fire on the birds, or even to
that seemed to have gripped his best pursue the white antelopes. that fled
men—Belkheir, Mohammed ben Ali, when the riders arrived.
Lazraf? For the first time the officer “Surely they didn’t turn back.”
despaired of success: Had he not given Even the veteran hunters had never
the example of weakness himself? To seen so many antelopes and gazelles. To
recover his poise and strength he needed behold them gathered in such numbers
the strong light of morning. At night, meant that the region had been very
with the howling of jackals coming quiet. How long had it been since no
downwind from Chegga, he was haunted mads had passed by? Cheikh ben
by specters. Kouider, the young Chaambi, who now
“You’ve never quit any one? A com despaired of engaging in his first com
rade?” he asked of Lazraf, many hours bat, thought of this so intensely that
later. he saw in the full light, reflected on the
The orderly, stretched at his chief’s blinding sky in the lakes created by
feet, answered as always. the mirage, the fleeting image of the
“No, never. Why do you ask?” rezzou. Belkheir had described it too
“I knew it. I was sure a Chaambi often. Si Mahmoud rode ahead and,
had never abandoned a companion.” behind him, gathered around the cap
In the immensity of the Sahara, from tured camels, were the she-camels of
the Draa to the Iforas, there had been the blue clad warriors. How could they
only Marcay to fail in the comrade ride thus without saddles? Because they
ship of the nomads. The very excess of were Berabers, hardened riders and mar
his remorse frightened him, as if it had velous marksmen. The chiefs who
been forced on him by some mute pow equipped them for war did not entrust
er. Meanwhile, Fennec struggled with Winchesters to poor warriors.
his own problem, and with him the Aguelb el Khadra was left behind, and
Chaambi to whom he had confided the Dayat el Khadra was ahead. To reach
last delirious words of Kermeur, his the water hole the column had to crowd
prophetic cry: into a gully narrower than the ravine
“Lazraf is hit! Lazraf is hit!” of Chegga. Despite the protection of
Could a dying man cast a spell upon the scouts, Marcay disliked this sensa
a man? tion of being choked in a treacherous
pass where ambush could be expected.
AT DAWN the column start- But Dayat el Khadra was deserted also.
ed for El Mzerreb, marching “They can’t have vanished into
E- in close order, protected by space,” some one cried.
flankers on the crest. Marcay Where was the phantom rezzou?
had resumed his place with the advance Every one thought of it, with the ex
guard, among the guides. One by one, ception of Fennec, who hid his face in
THE WHITE SQUADRON 33
the hood of the burnous as if the sand mals, Belkheir fought hard to restrain
wind were blowing. his mount.
When the column resumed the march, The van circled the rocks which had
Lazraf came to inform his chief that concealed the fugitive for a few mo
Hagel, his second camel, was lame, al ments. The man had not expected such
though no one had been up on him for a rapid pursuit, and had spurted too
several days. A wound had reopened late. The Meharistes were near enough
on his flank; it must be cared for. More to see him clearly.
over, Hagel was lame in the left shoul “A Reguibat!”
der, without visible wound. The men who had come from the main
“Once bad luck starts . . .” Lazraf body of the column heard this call
concluded. echoed against the cliff. Immediately
The number of healthy animals dwin the squadron strung out on the sand
dled from day to day. All knew that like a white platoon on a level race
S. 101 and S. 147, who always lagged be track. The Reguibat, fleeing due west,
hind after an hour on the trail, could kept up a long gallop that ate up the
not hold out much longer. The stone distance.
plateau had foundered them. The “Easy to see he hasn’t a month’s
squadron traveled at such a rapid gait forced marches in his legs,” Marcay
that only fresh camels could have kept cried.
up without damage or suffering. He crouched lower on the neck of
I t was during the morning of the Targui. How long could the blue
twenty-eighth day that the point of the garbed warrior keep up this mad gallop?
advance guard, led by Marcay and Tel- “He’s gaining on us,” Telli cried.
li, emerged from a gully to behold a flit The Reguibat was gaining ground
ting spot in the distance, which vanished steadily. Behind him his pursuers gal
in a cloud of sand. loped in a compact group. But the
“There’s another antelope for you, panting of the animals grew shorter and
Negoussi,” the chief of the guides called shorter. Mohammed ben Ali suddenly
out. dropped his blood stained lash in a ges
But in spite of the dust kicked up ture of despair. His camel was about
by the flight, not a man had mistaken to fall. Successively the others had to
what he had seen. I t was a camel bear draw rein and walk their beasts—with
ing a rider. Without an order being the exception of Targui, who had won
given, the platoon trotted behind Tar- the great race at Adghar three years in
gui. The Tuareg camel seemed to have succession. But Marcay felt him weak
scented the hunt, the battle. But the ening also. Yard by yard the Reguibat
fugitive disappeared behind a rocky gained. Soon it would be sufficient for
swell jutting far into the sand, away him to keep the lead obtained to es
from the cliff. cape, to vanish in the approaching night.
“Damn him!” I t was then that Marcay was seen bend
A single oath fused from the group of ing forward.
ardent riders tossed in the saddles by “The Savage!” Telli shouted.
the furious strides of their animals and
the quickened hope of combat: Why THEY all understood. The
should the mounted stranger have fled lieutenant was about to fire
if he were not a foe? Surprised by the upon the fugitive. All knew
quick spurt of the advance guard, the the deadly precision of the
main body of the column had almost weapon. From the saddle, in full course,
lost contact. But within a few seconds Marcay was the best marksman in the
the fastest camels were in action, and south. They saw him shoulder the car
to avoid leaving behind the pack-ani bine.
34 JOSEPH PEYRfi
The detonation had not slapped when the main body of the column
against the wall of the cliff before the reached the advance guard and its spent
mounted silhouette dropped in a cloud camels.
of churned sand. I t was time, for “Another race such as th at one and
Targui was slowing, exhausted. we’ll all be afoot,” Belkheir grumbled.
“A bullet in the shoulder; all that was He could not console himself for hav
needed,” Marcay explained, shouting to ing missed the show.
Telli and Negoussi who first joined him. “We’re closing in on the rezzou,” M ar
They reached the Reguibat, who had cay assured him, drawing him aside with
squatted near his wounded mount, re Mohammed ben Ali. “How far are we
signed to his fate. A Mauser carbine apart? T hat’s what we must find out.
was slung behind his back. They sought On other occasions we have seen men on
the trace of the bullet which had lookout duty one hundred and fifty
dropped the camel. The bullet had torn kilometers from their rezzous, to cover
through the. right shoulder, “all that them better. Isn’t that so, Belkheir?
was needed”. Turning from the pool of If we don’t learn tonight, we’ll learn
blood seeping into the sand, Marcay ad tomorrow. We’ll make him talk!”
dressed the Reguibat. Until nightfall the men crowded
The man was an old warrior, dry as around the Reguibat, who had been
tinder, hollow eyed and with sharp placed in the care of Mehariste No.
cheekbones; beard stained blue by the 432. But the prisoner paid no attention
dye coloring his cheap cotton veil, long to them, and even his guard could not
black hair fastened with strips of leather coax a word out of him. The whole
ornamented with amulets. He must have camp was talking of the miraculous shot
been sent out as a scout on the left flank of the Savage, a weapon which never
of the rezzou. left its leather boot save on worthwhile
“You are here as a lookout,” Marcay occasions, for Lieutenant Marcay was as
persisted. “Don’t tell me different. sparing of cartridges as a born raider.
There are no Reguibat encampments “That was the first shot of the bat
around here that I know of. And one tle,” Belkheir told Cheikh ben Kouider,
doesn’t go on a pleasure trip wearing a of whom he hoped to make a man
war headdress and carrying a Mauser.” worthy of his teachings.
But the officer repeated his patient Despite the silence of the Reguibat,
questions vainly. Although he was ac the Chaamba now knew the truth. A
customed to the long questionings and meeting would come soon. I t was
palavers of the desert, the silence and simply a question of days and miles.
impassivity of the Reguibat taxed his However, Belkheir, who wished to pre
nerves. vent disappointment, related that one
“You are here as a lookout! This year when he was going south with a
isn’t the first time I meet a scout. How platoon an isolated nomad had been cap
long have you been watching here?” tured, who had informed them th at he
The Reguibat did not appear to un was bound for Tripolitania. A month
derstand. He stared at the officer of later, when they were returning north
Meharistes without insolence, without to Adghar, they had picked up the same
fear, then his eyes wandered back casu man traveling toward the Menakeb, a
ally to his wounded camel. direction opposite to th a t he had indi
“Since when have the Reguibats of cated. They had forced him to confess,
the Fokra tribe failed to understand finally, that he was a flanker for a rez
Arabic?” Marcay resumed in a last at zou two hundred kilometers to the east,
tempt. “All right, hand over the Maus a raiding band returning from an expe
er. You’ll stay with us.” dition to the Sudan. He traveled alone
Lazraf was taking the man’s weapon thus for months and months. If it so
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happened that this mute Reguibat was Kseib trail? Had it started on the
as far from his comrades, the rezzou was southern route? The Reguibat did not
not yet caught. appear to hear.
“Hear me,” Marcay said in a last ef
fort to convince him of the uselessness
CHAPTER VII of silence. ‘T know what I should
TRACKS
know. I know that Si Mahmoud will not
go far if he loses Mouilid, the one-eyed
HE next morning the prisoner guide. Don’t you think I have been
and freedom. That’s what will happen.” to speak, to betray his comrades of the
“Then you think he’ll talk if we don’t rezzou?
give him drink?” “He won’t talk,” insisted the yellow
“Maybe not tonight. He probably man with the hollow cheeks, the former
drank enough for two days when he was raider, the wounded man of the Bera
along at the well. I ’m sure he will to bers’ Gara, whose brother had been
morrow morning. And we’ll be through killed by the militia.
with partridges. Within forty-eight No one contradicted him. He must
hours we’ll be on the trail of the know, he who had been on several rez-
Berabers.” zous; he who, after the combat at the
Marcay allowed himself to be con Gara, had covered more than five hun
vinced. To spare one man the suffering dred kilometers strapped to a camel, his
of thirst, did he have the right to gam belly ripped open.
ble the fate, the life, of the column? Marcay was unable to obtain infor
The Reguibat did not get a drink, and mation in a last, desperate questioning.
resumed his shuffling on the hard soil. Nothing seemed able to bend the will
The riders of S. 101 and S. 147, unable of the Reguibat. Although he was ac
to mount their camels, which showed customed to meeting desert characters,
swollen, very sore hoofs, had piled their the officer granted grudging admiration
belongings on other beasts and followed to his prisoner.
on foot. They were in trouble from the “Give him a drink,” he ordered Laz-
beginning of the evening’s march, and raf at the end of the questioning. “He’d
advanced with sagging knees. let himself die.”
“They won’t hold out half an hour,” This time Belkheir obeyed without
Belkheir predicted. protest.
“They’re cracking fast,” Marcay But the next morning, before the
agreed. camp was awakened, Mehariste No. 432,
The two men, broken by their last assigned to guard the prisoner, dis
effort, reeled. There was confusion at turbed the men with his cries. The
the rear, then the three riders bringing Reguibat’s place was empty. A guerba
up the end of the column came on, leav and his camel were gone with him.
ing the stragglers to their fate. Riders leaped in the saddles, searched
“They’ll catch up when we camp,” the vicinity of the encampment. But
Marcay stated. they soon returned, for the Reguibat’s
Hagel seemed to have waited for the tracks were nowhere on the sand. He
failure of the other camels. His reopened must have fled over the rocks. I t was
sore became infected, despite the heat useless to pursue him far; as well look
of the sun. He had to be relieved of for a jackal in the desert.
his pack that he might finish the march. “Bring the careless man before me,”
The Cliff of Hank unrolled endlessly. Marcay ordered.
“I t’s enough to make one smash one’s No. 432, responsible for the prisoner’s
head against that wall!” one of the pack- escape, had been terror stricken, and
camels’ drivers said. had fled to the crest to avoid chastise
He had served in the infantry before, ment. He was brought back amid the
and was considered a stranger by the indignation and rage of the Chaamba.
Chaamba. Not one of them, certainly, “I didn’t trust the Reguibat to you
would have had this profane thought. so that you would sleep soundly. You
But they rode huddled in the saddles, should have watched,” Marcay ad
watching the shoulders, the loins, the dressed him. “By your fault we will
hocks of their camels with wearying not learn anything of the rezzou, while
worry. Was the Reguibat, who looked the Berabers will learn where we are
at nothing save his burned feet, about within a few hours.”
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The lieutenant did not need to speak But Fennec still cared for his dead mas
longer. Strict justice would be car ter’s camel that nothing might be
ried out. In the Sahara a man is not changed.
shot. He is left to the desert. Before Had the rezzou been warned by the
the assembled riders, without show, escaped Reguibat to flee in a new di
without the parade of military execu rection? Or, to end matters, would it
tions, the culprit was given a full guerba,come to meet its pursuers? Marcay
a few dates, and ordered to leave. He hesitated between the two supposi
went away with lowered head, at the tions. Fearing an ambush, he reen
hour when the sun throws long shadows. forced the scouts.
Beyond the Cliff of Hank spread the
THE column reached El Chesh Dunes, where Mohammed ben
Mzerreb Well, the last gate Ali, alone of the Meharistes, had pene
way through the Cliff of trated before. They evoked in the men’s
Hank, and found it deserted, imagination the idea of a hell. Erg
with its long file of one hundred and Chesh, the Veil Dunes, thus named be
fifty palm trees which make it a pic cause the constant wind forces the no
turesque spot in the Occidental Sahara. mad to keep the veil across his face.
Marcay delayed departure a whole The first slopes of these dunes ap
morning, to give himself the certainty peared one morning. The rising sun
that he had done the best possible. slashed on the golden flanks gigantic
But the two stragglers left behind with, patches of shadow, the geometrical plan
their foundered camels did not come. of an immense metropolis. As the
The two drivers sent after the strayed column drew nearer, these fabulous
pack-animal laden with cartridges, structures melted, became the limbs of
Lieutenant Kermeur, the man who had a dune, the saber edged crest of which
not watched the Reguibat, the riders of slid for hundreds of meters to end in
S. 101 and S. 147—already six ipen lost. a salt lagoon.
And Fennec could no longer be called a On the banks of the dried lagoon the
soldier. Since Kermeur’s death he had white crust of the saline efflorescence,
been gloomy, indifferent. cracked and swollen, allowed brown
Hagel was no longer of use. His ooz earth to show through. It seemed a
ing sore spread, reached his loins. The white lake suddenly petrified while
sulphurous dressing did not help. But boiling. The center of the depression
instead of ordering him shot, or leaving formed a vast skating rink made of im
him as he would have the camel of one mense circles with dark reflections, with
of the men, Marcay screened the sore violet and green shimmers. The lead
with gauze, which kept off the flies. ing camels refused to cross it when the
Lazraf chased them off with his whip, soil resounded hollowly under their un
but they returned and clung to the ani shod hoofs. They stiffened their limbs,
mal’s flank, for they lived off his flesh. quivered, turned aside. I t was necessary
Marcay had given Hagel to one of the to make a detour of several kilometers
drivers he trusted particularly. From to reach the opposite shore, where a few
then on he could not look at the pack- spiny ethel bushes, crowning a low hil
animals without suffering. Hagel lock, marked the wells of Amchaniat.
dragged along with the condemned. Oglat Amchaniat—an “oglat” was an
He replaced Hagel with Kermeur’s other type of well, which resembled
camel. He climbed upon it for the af neither the wells of the Menakeb nor
ternoon’s march. Targui and this camel, those of the Hank region. Under the
mounts of Bettini and of Kermeur, light sand fringing the lagoon, the sheet
seemed to him to bring back his two lost of underground water was so near the
comrades, to make their presence felt. surface that it was sufficient to dig a
38 JOSEPH PEYRfi
yard deep to bare it. The sand imme tured camels with fairly'heavy loads.
diately became moist; the yellowish Two of the camels limp badly. One was
water oozed and formed a muddy pool. cared for at the wells.” He concluded,
As many holes, oglats, may be dug as “They’re going southeast.”
are needed, and within eight days noth “That’s it,” Marcay said, unfolding
ing shows. The sand wind has passed. the maps. “They’ve circled the Hank
On the thirtieth of October, when the on the extreme west, and now they’re
column had been marching for thirty- shifting southeast.” Belkheir and Mo
five days, the advance guard discovered hammed ben Ali scanned the maps.
on the far side of the Amchaniat lagoon Marcay resumed, “Mohammed ben Ali,
six gaping oglats, dug in sand that had you will have to lead us through the
been trampled by the hoofs of many Chesh Dunes as you led Adjutant
camels. The men who had watered Hertz in 1922. Let’s hope we shall not
there had not taken the time to secure need your guerba. The first well is Oum-
the walls of the wells with the lining of el-Hacel?”
grass supported by intertwined branches “That’s the first the Berabers can
of ethels that caravaneers use to hold have reached if they followed this ra
the holes safely. vine,” Mohammed ben Ali replied.
“Made last night,” Telli stated, after “We’re twenty-four hours late. We
scanning the tracks. have twenty-four hours to make up. We
These were in fact so fresh that the shall have to lighten ourselves as much
seal of naked heels might be discerned as possible, leave behind rations, the
among the imprints of hoofs. wounded.”
“Three antelopes’ heads,” Negoussi His hand had not been lifted from the
reported. map, on which a nail stroke had under
He had looked farther, under bushes. lined Oum-el-Hacel, the goal of the pur
He indicated three heads of antelopes suit, but his ardor had passed like a
on the sand. Meanwhile the column had stream into the hands, into the hearts, of
reached the wells and the men dis his men. It was necessary to gain
mounted. twenty-four hours, or fifty kilometers
“Telli has found the tracks!” through the dunes. There was a tumult
around the wells.
a T H E news sped to the riders Dragged up by nervous hands, the
of the rear guard. The tracks leathern buckets brought the muddy,
Y | | expected for thirty-five days, salty water which the camels drank
so fresh that water still greedily out of the canvas troughs
seemed to seep into the depressions propped on the sand. Several times
made by bare feet—the tracks had ap they had to wait for the water to filter
peared. All talked in low tones, as if back into the drained wells. As much
the sound of a voice might have started water as possible must be obtained to
rifle firing. A man muzzled his camel face the infernal gullies of the Chesh
roughly. Nevertheless, the plain be Dunes.
yond the lagoon was empty, and the “If we water quickly enough we can
sentries, who upon a brief order from cover twenty kilometers more before
Marcay had climbed to the crest of the night,” Marcay declared.
dune, signaled nothing new. Telli and The men’s ardor increased. To fill their
Negoussi, gone in search of the tracks guerbas, they scraped the sand with
of departure, reported. After a careful their tin cups. New wells were dug.
examination of the prints Belkheir Amchaniat became a slough, a spread of
spoke. trampled mud. To speed up his column,
“Eighty-two camels with riders, Re- Lieutenant Marcay decided to cache part
guibats and Berabers, 'and twenty cap of his supplies. A deep hole was dug on
THE WHITE SQUADRON 39
the bank of the lagoon, into which were TH E squadron was able to
lowered sugar, rice, the last cans of oil cover twenty-five kilometers
and Tuareg butter. Each man kept only before night. Action, the ob
a minimum of food, aside from the stock session of the pursuit, united
of dates which remains stitched in a these men until they seemed fused into
goatskin as long as the chief has not one being. Marcay spoke often to the
given the order to touch it, an order two sergeants. If evil befell him, Bel
uttered only in the last extremity of kheir would take his place.
hunger. “If Mouilid spots you first, he’ll want
Large stones were heaped on the to avenge his right eye. And it isn’t
a b a n d o n e d sack s; th e san d was healthy to be before his Winchester,”
smoothed over the cache. the officer joked, addressing Belkheir.
A rapid inspection of men and animals Not a man could fall asleep until late
followed. in the night. The discovery of the
“I don’t want to listen to any grum tracks, the hasty watering, the speed of
bling,” Marcay warned. “Don’t let me the trip following the news, had whipped
hear a single protestation.” He pre their spirits, and they felt as fresh and
ceded his two sergeants, striding quickly strong as on the first day.
along the line, naming those to be sent The next day, after forty kilometers
away. “You, and you—your camel, note covered at an infernal gait, the squadron
that, Belkheir: M.128, M.230, M.209. climbed a gully of the dunes in the gath
You chaps are going back toward Ad- ering twilight. So near the rezzou,
ghar and, if you meet them, you’ll pick whose tracks had served as indications
up the riders of S.101 and S.147, who for the guides since leaving Amchaniat,
were to follow along and join us at El the ascent of this gully, deep and nar
Mzerreb.” row, did not progress without a definite
The officer forgot that the riders of anxiety. The men could not see the
S.101 and S.147 were lost men. He horizon; they were plunging deeper into
thought only of stripping his forces of the Chesh Dunes, which have the repu
weak members. Belkheir noted in his tation of death.
head the numbers of the victims. Down The wind suddenly lashed a dune on
cast, the men selected to go back, who the right, blew up a light golden smoke
had suffered much, but who had been into the glow of the setting sun. It was
cheered up by the appearance of the not the sand wind which blew each day at
miraculous tracks so that they no longer the same hour, but a violent whirlwind, a
felt sores or wounds, were instructed to tempest, increasing in strength until the
start for El Mzerreb. entire crest flew off in dust. Blinded,
“That one can be killed,” Marcay said, the flankers riding above the main body
pointing to a camel chewing the cud aside sought shelter on the lee side of the dune.
from the others. “Bleeding won’t do I t was a brutal storm of the late season,
him any good.” sweeping the corridor of sand like a tor
At once five or six men leaped upon rent over a pebbly bed. Driven by the
the kneeling animal, stilled its panting gusts, black clouds skimmed the crests.
struggles. From the long neck, drawn Startled by the wind filling their nos
back, a jet of blood spurted under the trils, the leading camels of the column
knife. sought to kneel. Their eyes screened
Fifteen minutes later, when they by the veils, the men urged them on with
left Amchaniat, enormous lumps of meat the whip, as if they could have crossed, in
still dripping blood were suspended on a few strides, the tornado of wind and
the flanks of the camels. rain beating down upon them. They
Reduced to sixty-seven men, the col strove to protect their saddles, their
umn entered the dunes. packs, with their free hands. The rain
40 JOSEPH FEYRfi
lashed their faces; the wind tore at their flames sputtered weakly. The men tried
burnouses. to cook strips of meat over these fires.
Then a camel of the second platoon, A nauseating smell of clotted blood,
which had tried to escape several times, melting grease and smoke lifted, to min
started to whirl in one spot in a slow, gle thickly with the odors of felt, wet
dizzy movement that made him stag wool, drenched and sweaty leathers and
ger. rotting ropes. The stench of the camels,
“Camel’s vertigo!” Telli murmured. bathed by the rain over their tar smears,
Why did this terrible sickness strike over the sores treated with sulphur that
during the worst of the storm? There dominated the nauseating stinks, in
exists no explanation for the disease that creased by the belches of the animals as
swoops upon a marching camel and they chewed the cud. The men’s clothes,
makes it spin in one spot like a beast their hands, their lips, were impregnated
mortally wounded, vacillating in a sort with the smell. Nothing dried, and the
of drunken dance until it falls. shaggy Winter coats of the animals, plas
Marcay strove to keep order in the tered down in patches, gave them a mis
column. But the rain did not stop, and erable, hunted aspect.
he was forced to order a halt. One hour, Marcay climbed the dune and sur
perhaps two hours, would be lost. The veyed the ground. Already dry, it re
camels, who sought only to lie down be vealed only the network of rivulets left
fore the wind, knelt and huddled their by the driving rain. He sought for the
necks. The men covered the saddles tracks in vain; they had been washed
with blankets and canvas. Then they away by the storm.
squatted with their backs to the wind, “We’ve lost the tracks,” Marcay said
behind the animals whipped by the vio to Lazraf.
lent storm. “We have a guide,” the orderly an
The rain did not last long, but it had swered.
been enough to prevent the squadron I t was true; they had Sergeant Mo
from camping thirty or forty kilometers hammed ben Ali, the only one among
farther on, thus causing the loss of what them who knew the Chesh Dunes.
had been gained by the dash of the pre Marcay was depressed. Now the
ceding afternoon. “great raid”, the weary pursuit to Tim-
“We’re under an evil sign,” some one issao, which had been his worst remem
said. brance of hardships, appeared to him
In that cold gully rutted by the down only a test that had tempered his youth
pour, no one needed to hear th a t voice. and strength. Even in the death of Bet-
There were men who shivered, others tini, riddled by the last bullets, there had
who swore as they opened the locks of been something worthwhile, victorious.
their carbines. Instead of gleaming This present quest, which threatened
cleanly to the tiny disk of light at the to last as long, assumed an air of con
muzzle, the insides of the barrels were tinuous mourning, of impending evil.
blackened as if fouled by powder. Others Why did he think so often of that tomb
tried to dry their saddles, a needed pre at Chegga?
caution, for the acacia thorns used to The next morning there was little to
fasten the leather yield to dampness. remind men of the storm, save for
Marcay permitted small fires to be the stiffness of the felts, the unusual
lighted before night fell. The packs firmness of the sand hardened by the
would not have dried otherwise. The downpour and, on new leather, shim
saddlebags were emptied, stretched out, mering moist blotches. The column
the squares of thick felt, the cinches, the halted for a moment at the opening of
ropes were separated. But the roots dug the gully.
from the flooded sand smoked, and tiny “Where is Oum-el-Hacel from here?”
THE WHITE SQUADRON 41
Marcay asked Mohammed ben Ah. only a few scraps of meat cooked on the
“Straight in that direction.” The preceding day.
Chaambi lifted his arm. The hunt was resumed a t dawn, and
The squadron started. Two hundred a t nine the leading guide called out—
and forty kilometers still separated it “Dead camel!”
from Oum-el-Hacel Well. Lieutenant “Here are its tracks,” Telli said, point
Marcay set the rate of progress at eighty ing at the ground. “Couldn’t go much
kilometers each day. Even if the rezzou farther.”
knew of the pursuit and was going on in It was evident that the raiders were
forced marches, it could not, weighed pressed for time. They had cut up the
down as it must be by booty, cover over carcass hastily, had left nothing except
sixty kilometers a day. In three days, scraped shinbones, large and pinkish,
even allowing for accidents on the way, and shapeless debris of brown flesh
it was possible to make up the delay to strewn on an area of sand caked by clot
gain the fifty or sixty kilometers needed ting blood. A few strips of smelly meat
to overhaul the Berabers. were toasted on small fires at the noon
“We’ll fight at Oum-el-Hacel,” the halt, and the squadron was off.
lieutenant promised. Never had the outfit been so aware
No trumpet call could have stirred the of its power. I t was proud of its chief,
squadron as did the voice and gesture of the Savage carbine which never
of their chief. Negoussi and a few others missed, of Targui, noble as a war steed,
stood awhile on their saddles, as on the of the machine guns which mowed down
dawn of the pursuit. Nevertheless eighty men like wheat. And it nurtured a fierce
kilometers a day, expected of a column lust for loot. Twenty captured camels
with five weeks of effort behind it, was a were reward for raid and combat.
mad pace. Times were spent such as when Lieu
tenant Cuvelier brought back four hun
CHAPTfiS V III dred and fifty she-camels from a raid, a
herd defended each night with carbines.
TW ELVE FALL OUT The Sahara had grown avaricious.
The squadron found more traces of
HE tracks were picked up again the raiders as it progressed, water holes
Kouider, I don’t know whether you’ll when he heard a sharp detonation. The
get a chance to fight, but you can tell next moment Lazraf’s white form slid to
everybody, when we get back to Adghar, his side.
that you’ve seen the desert!” “You finished him?”
“Did you think of the water?” Marcay “You couldn’t have stood seeing him
asked. suffer.”
“Yes. I gave orders yesterday eve “I want you to have the carcass
ning.” buried.”
Since leaving Oum-el-Hacel, there was Hagel had dropped out.
nothing to eat during the dreary halts When morning came after the night
save a few dates and cakes of ground of thirst and fatigue, it was hard to rec
wheat. But in particular, it had be ognize the men towing the camels by
come imperative to ration the water. the reins.
The heated air of the dunes, the sand “You have to come into the Chesh
dust, created thirst. Marcay strolled Dunes to see this,” Marcay said to Bel
through the camp to encourage the men. kheir. “I understand now the dead
“You might go back to Oum-el- men’s combat a t Agerakten, and Mo
Hacel,” he addressed Negoussi jokingly, hammed ben Ali left standing alone,
“and bring us back two full guerbas. to bring them back to life with water
Merely the weight of an antelope, and from his guerba. Did you ever see such
but a short walk for such a hunter as specters?”
you!” To the men, who thought only of The surviving Chaamba straightened
water, the lieutenant promised, “We’ll when the chief passed by—fleshless faces,
find it tomorrow night at Tadjenout protruding bones, eyes reddened by con
Well.” junctiva bloodshot from fever. Their
“And the men of the rezzou guarding eyebrows and beards were gritty with
it?” one asked. sand. From their shoulders hung torn
The men of the rezzou, their blue gar gandouras, which they had neither time
ments and water. From now on the two nor courage to mend.
images were mingled. For Telli was cer “You’re as ragged as the Berabers!”
tain that the column was gaining stead Marcay joked.
ily, and all were certain that the Bera- But his words rang false. Replacing
bers held the Tadjenout Well. the immaculate squadron with which he
For twenty-four hours it had been for had left the distant walls of the Adghar
bidden to drink save at special times. Citadel, an emaciated, ragged troop had
To avoid drying their mouths the men risen from the night. Now that Mo
had stopped smoking, spoke little. For hammed ben Ali was not here to lead
hours they had traveled in silence, them, how could they escape from death?
swathed in the folds of their burnouses. All the men thought of Mohammed’s
When they dismounted to cross the loose last campaign, of the last platoon he had
sand of the dunes they seemed to be commanded.
walking on their shinbones. Once a
guide climbing a slope faltered and STILL thirty-five kilometers
dropped to his knees. Telli had to go to to go.
his help and hoist him to his feet. Since But the tracks were so fresh
leaving Oum-el-Hacel, three days of rac that the rezzou must be very
ing had cut down the remaining men. near. What did it matter if the Bera
Marcay, Belkheir and Lazraf held out, bers had heard the pistol shot which had
as befitted chiefs. But they were pow ended Hagel’s suffering? All were now
erless against the weariness of the shat certain that they would fight at Tadje
tered column. nout. Marcay ordered halts several
Marcay was stretching out in his hole times as the column advanced slowly.
46 JOSEPH PEYRfi
He went from one man to another, striv had been a raider, might go over to the
ing to arouse the martial spirit, the bar Berabers, betray them. Bou Khresba
baric lust for loot. But the men, allowed was serving in the company.
but a few swallows of water, thought While they listened, thinking of their
only of drinking. empty guerbas, of their leathery mouths,
“We should have drunk Hagel’s wa of the wells which were defended by
ter,” a cameleer said in a low voice. “Some eighty repeating rifles, the Chaamba dis
men of the militia did it last year—they tinguished, coming down the wind, a dull
killed a camel to drink the water, in his droning—a droning such as is heard in
stomach.” a seashell—which quivered in the night.
“What about the Tuareg who came “The teubeul of the marabouts—”
to Adghar last Spring with a caravan? said a voice.
They had met nomads who had slain ten The name was uttered with dread:
sheep to drink the blood.” The music of the holy men, called by
“You’ll drink at Tadjenout, after some the drum of the sands, "the muf
you’ve defeated the Berabers.” fled beat heard by- men dying of thirst.
Near evening the men seemed to be I t was a distant roll, duller than if it
stronger. They had struggled over an came through the thick walls of a tomb,
other dune. the drumming of the dune lifting into
“Perhaps the last?” a rider asked. the night, of another dune, of all the
“Perhaps the last,” Telli agreed. dunes which string one after the other
The line of dunes ahead, etched in infernal circles like the crumbled walls
against the horizon, must have been six of a graveyard. The roll no longer* re
or seven kilometers away. But the night sembled the drear music of widely spaced
was darkening them already. A man, waves beating a shore, but filled the in
who until then had remained at his place tervals of silence, lingering with a long
in the ranks, came to Lieutenant note, a vibration penetrating the ears,
Marcay, lifted his hand to point. reaching secret nerves, flowing through
“Tadjenout is there,” he declared, the marrow down to one’s loins.
“right behind that dune.” As the lieu To shut it off men pressed their palms
tenant stared at him without concealing over their ears. Why did this feast of
his surprise, the man explained, “I was phantoms occur tonight? Why were the
a raider in 1920, and I came here with dead gathering in the heart of the dunes?
a rezzou. I know the well.” “Hellish music!” Marcay cried. “The
“You might have spoken sooner,” holy men should have stayed in bed to
Marcay remarked. night!”
He said no more. A nomad is not For the officer knew the fear gripping
asked for his past history when he joins his men as they huddled in their holes,
the Saharan Companies. Bou Khresba, foreheads against the sand. As for him,
Matricular No. 330, offered— the roll of macabre drums aroused no
“If you wish, I ’ll go and scout near superstitious dread. Yet this drumming
the well.” announced the day of death. He made
The former raider started an hour an effort to think of the battle.
later, after nightfall, with a carbine, thir The situation was clear: The scouts
ty cartridges, a handful of dates and per of the raiders were on the crest of the
haps a cup of water in the deflated guer- big dune, seven kilometers away. Around
ba slung over his shoulder. Oddly, his the Tadjenout Well was the encamp
departure seemed to surrender the col ment of the looters, with its double sen
umn to the night. The men were certain tries, its square of shelters bristling with
that the Berabers’ lookout had reported quick-firing carbines. With seven of
them long before darkness had come. their camels foundered, the Berabers had
Not one thought that Bou Khresba, who been unable to carry on. Did they know
THE WHITE SQUADRON 47
that they were to fight men driven by southern cross hung low on the horizon
thirst? Men who even after the death of when the Chaamba lined before their
all their chiefs would not flee, men who animals. Their guerbas smelled of tar—
would have to be killed one after an the smell of empty guerbas when water
other if they were defeated, who would no longer moistens the leather. To refill
take their last step toward water? them they must walk over corpses.
The imprudence at Oum-el-Hacel, the Of the White Squadron there re
departure from the holes with half mained only this handful of men, shiv
empty guerbas, would grant the Mehar- ering with cold. After forty-two days
istes, despite their weakness, despite the of marching, fifteen hundred kilometers
funereal drum of the holy men, desperate of stone and dunes under a sky clouded
strength. Marcay had no doubt of vic but once, there were left, of the eighty
tory. Meharistes who had started, fifty rid
The teubeul throbbed a veiled march ers. Of these, but forty would go to the
ing tune of which he knew the rhythm, combat. The ten others remained to
which had lasted since the grim night guard the camels and baggage.
at Chegga, since the agony of Kermeur To circle the lookout which the Bera-
and his gloomy funeral; a tune which bers must have placed on the crest, Mar
had yielded to the sun, to the drunken cay decided to take his detachment
ness of pursuit, to resume when the across a dune three kilometers lower,
Mzerreb Well was emptied, when the then to walk toward the well along the
storm whipped the column, and again bottom of a gully. This was a low ra
when Mohammed ben Ali vanished into vine, squeezed between parallel dunes,
the silence of the desert. between which the water holes were situ
ated. The holes were somewhere in the
CHAPTER IX rolling sand gathered near the rows of
bushes. No one had seen them save Bou
THE REZZOT7 Khresba. But all imagined the petrified
surges of sand, the bushes concealing
B
OU KHRESBA returned at two in death, and the pools of water beyond—
the morning, hailing the sentries the pools of water.
to avoid a shot. He reported the The guerbas were empty; the men had
result of his mission to Lieutenant Mar shared the last drops of water before
cay: Crawling through the bushes, for starting.
the moon shed a dangerous radiance, he When Bou Khresba estimated they
had reached the vicinity of the well. were within an hour’s march of the well,
There, in the hollow of a dune, he had camels and packs were sheltered in the
noted the presence of Reguibats. hollow of the dune. Ten men were left
“There were two of them,” he ex to guard them, the number strictly
plained, “near a small fire, which gave needed to afford protection. During the
just enough light to see by. They were action the Berabers might renew the an
praying. I had them at the end of my cient tactics of the Arabs and attack the
rifle. And I wouldn’t have wasted my supplies. And in the desert a column on
bullets!” foot is a column lost.
Bou Khresba had resisted the tempta The forty Chaamba climbed the dune
tion offered by these splendid, motion behind Marcay and Belkheir. Day was
less targets. He had returned without breaking. From the slope on which
giving the alarm. The rezzou would be they stood they could discern, perhaps
surprised. three kilometers ahead on the floor of
Two hours before dawn the men were the gully, the rolls of sand and the tufts
awakened one by one, by a touch on the of dry grass marking the holes.
shoulder; the camels were muzzled. The “Now if you wish to fill your guerba,
48 JOSEPH PEYRE
go to it!” Neguossi whispered into the “That’s it,” he explained. “The Bera
ear of Cheikh ben Kouider. bers are camped two hundred meters be
They slithered down the dune and yond the holes, on the very spot where
scattered in the lingering shadow. Ten we stopped. From there you hold the
men were to flank the main body, march holes under your fire.”
ing along the crests of the dunes, shores The Chaamba continued sniping.
of this Valley of Thirst. The rest formed But they were fighting against thirst
a cordon across the gully, which was four also. Telli, Negoussi, the other guides,
kilometers wide. The riflemen were in had drawn their veils over their mouths,
groups of four or five, five hundred me Tuareg fashion, to shut off the dry dust,
ters apart, without contact with each the fiery breath exhaled by the sand.
other. This was needed to close the Nothing showed of their faces save the
width of the corridor between the dunes. eyes, gleaming with fever.
This preparation occupied an hour. “The oglats! If the water holes are
When the flankers had reached the not in our hands by night—”
crests they were to follow, Lieutenant Telli, who was twenty paces to the
Marcay went ahead. The line of rifle left, was alone to hear Negoussi’s cry, to
men then faced right and started to go see him drop his carbine. Then he re
up the gully. Guerbas were limp, the called Mohammed ben Ali’s words:
bandoleers heavy. In the center ad ‘Have you ever held a carbine when your
vanced the machine gunners. guerbas have been empty for twenty
hours? It drops out of your hands.’ To
SUDDENLY a shot slapped gain confidence, Telli listened to the
out like a whiplash against the crackling of the machine gun—the mad
left dune. one, the Chaamba call it—which ham
“The enemy!” mered viciously, heedless of thirst. Stead
Marcay rose for a moment and ily it spurted from each clump of bushes
scanned the terrain with his field glasses. five, six, a dozen white spouts, marking
Not a silhouette was in sight. But the its slashing fire. Supported by the
officer had scarcely cocked his carbine machine gun, by the widely spaced, ac
before a volley, fired at an agreed signal, curate shots of Marcay’s Savage, more
ripped from one side of the gully to the murderous than a volley, the Chaamba
other. The Chaamba had dropped flat. slowly gained ground.
The intervals between combat groups At intervals the sharp crests of the
increased: Every twenty or thirty me dunes slithered under the unseen prog
ters there was a tufted bush, behind it ress of the flankers, who dragged forward
a man, carbine in hand. the two tips of the attacking crescent as
The Meharistes answered the enemy’s fishermen close a net. The fire of the
volley with a deliberate, well aimed fire, enemy was punctuated by the duller det
started from afar, as Saharan tactics or onations of Mausers.
dain against a troop of Berabers. Bel- “That’s the Reguibats shooting,” Bou
kheir commanded the flankers on the Khresba declared.
left, those who would attempt to circle The Reguibats, armed with Mausers,
the well. Marcay was in the center of held the center of the enemy’s line, de
the attacking crescent. He had no orders fending the water holes.
to give; his men were trained for desert “They’re mine!” Marcay said, shoul
combat. dering his carbine.
The advancing crescent menaced the He pressed the trigger. A blue silhou
water holes. The officer passed his ette, which had stirred behind a bush,
glasses to Bou Khresba, and the for half rose in the throes of death, dropped
mer raider recognized the spot where the rifle and rolled head first.
he had camped with the 1920 rezzou. “Another!” Marcay said.
THE WHITE SQUADRON 49
After two hours of fighting, the Chaam- Lazraf who commanded them. On the
ba had but two wounded, when Lieuten other hand, the flankers on the left dune,
ant Marcay saw the Mehariste nearest under Sergeant Belkheir, were progress
him on the right, No. 422, uncover him ing steadily along their crest and would
self to aim at a Reguibat who was crawl soon take the Berabers in the flank.
ing away and was about to disappear No. 123, who had replaced No. 422 on
behind a sand ridge. 422 had guessed he the right of the lieutenant, was struck
was a liaison man and must be stopped. squarely in the forehead and dropped in
In his eagerness, he forgot caution. Mar his turn, with wide spread arms. Mar
cay had no time to warn him. Struck, cay saw his skull burst.
mortally hit the moment he showed him
self, No. 422 dropped on one knee, hands THAT shot had been fired by
clutching his belly, spun twice and Si Mahmoud, the best marks
dropped. man of the rezzou. Since the
The attack progressed. The Meharis- lines had drawn nearer, the of
tes soon were only two hundred meters ficer sensed that bullets were seeking
from the enemy. When they arrived him; the sand jetted near constantly.
within calling distance, a volley of curses Steady, mortally accurate shooting, the
greeted them. work of one man.
“Sons of dogs, worse than the Chris “Si Mahmoud—me or him!” Marcay
tians whose slaves you are!” murmured.
No anger rose to the hearts of the As a cannon swings with its turret, the
Chaamba, hypnotized by the humid Savage sought its enemy. Several rifles
spread, trampled, deep and cold, of the concentrated on the spot where Marcay
sand near the water holes. The remain had taken cover.
ing saliva rose to their palates; they The sun had reached its motionless
opened their lips on their rasping station at the zenith. The tawny sand
tongues, the “parrot’s tongue” of thirst had turned white, burning the feet and
ing men. They could not even speak. knees. Torture by thirst was starting.
Bou Khresba, who had the strength Marcay saw the young Chaambi, Cheikh
and endurance of a nomad participating ben Kouider, rise suddenly from the sand
in his twentieth rezzou, alone replied to one hundred meters away, throw aside
the repeated insults. his carbine and run toward the well. But
“Not one of your camels but was a man caught him, dragged him down
stolen from your neighbors, Moslems in to safety.
speech and not at heart!” he shouted. “Delirious!” Bou Khresba called out.
He had been unable to resist the plea He fought near Marcay.
sure of informing the raiders of his pres “Here,” the officer said, handing him
ence, although aware that after his share a small guerba which contained perhaps
of personal insults he would become the two thimblefuls of muddy water. “That’s
target of the Mausers. all I have left. Try to reach the kid.”
“Bou Khresba!” some one shouted Bou Khresba crept toward the young
from the enemy’s line. boy. Telli, who was so hardened to
The former raider had been recognized thirst, was seen tying a rope behind his
and bullets hummed near him. neck, a rope passed between his teeth.
“Get down,” Marcay ordered him. Others imitated him. Those who had no
Several times the officer had glanced rope gripped a fold of their veil in their
at the crest of the dune on the right. The clenched jaws. It was then that during
intensity of the firing behind that ridge a brief lull in the fusillade, the call was
worried him. The group of flankers ma heard for the first time—
neuvering there were confronted with a "El m ar
difficult task, evidently. And it was Water, a cry of anguish. Marcay did
50 JOSEPH PEYR.fi
not at once know this hoarse voice as in russet vapors. Then the horizon
that of Lazraf. The call seemed to come whitened. The sun was gradually veiled;
from behind the firing line of the Bera- the sky became a dull hued canopy of
bers. In fact, first of all his men on the lead.
right crest, Lazraf had circled the ene Suddenly, during a whirling of sand
my’s position and had come within a dust and a lull in the firing, a tall blue sil
few yards of the water holes. But he houette rose behind the rampart of
had been shot at short range and lay brush and grass.
dying between the lines. It was impossi “Si Mahmoud!”
ble to help him. Marcay had no sooner guessed that it
“They won’t even finish him!” Marcay was the Beraber chieftain than he
groaned. pressed the trigger, moving automati
This must end. Not because of Laz cally, almost without taking time to
raf, whose cries would be stilled soon, shoulder, as one shoots at a bird on the
but because of the living, who no longer wing.
replied spiritedly to the fire of the Bera- The high, blue figure swayed, then
bers, the Berabers whose guerbas were braced on the rifle, vacillated as if
full, who owned the water holes. If the rooted in the sand until a second bullet
Chaamba did not get drink before night, brought it down.
Marcay knew that he would be sur “No need to waste ammunition.”
rounded at dawn with men prone upon Marcay turned toward the man who had
the sand, incapable of rising for the hand- fired after him, his hands clutching the
to-hand fighting. Not one would escape warm metal of the carbine. “You should
the massacre. There would remain in have granted him time to die. A man
the gully only stripped corpses, muti such as Si Mahmoud doesn’t drop like
lated, disfigured, deprived of their car a woman. One bullet was enough for
bines and cartridges, and the camels, him.”
choicest booty of the desert. Marcay thought of Adjutant Devars’
But could he order an attack against little joke, “Si Mahmoud won’t review
the precise fire of the Winchesters and me again!”
Mausers wielded by men under cover? Si Mahmoud lay on the sand; the old
Only after sunset, when gathering shad Saharan adjutant would have been very
ows would spoil markmanship, must he happy.
attack, cost what it might. Above the crouched men, over the
Fortunately, the cry of Lazraf no intermittent firing of the machine gun,
longer was heard. which alone kept on beating the bushes
“He’s hard hit,” Bou Khresba said. at random and hammered with unex
“Lazraf is hit! Lazraf is hit!” pected, vicious bursts, the gusts of wind
Marcay heard at the same time the increased in violence. The dune crests
delirious voice of Kermeur at Chegga, crumbled, heavy masses slid down the
and the shrill tones of Fennec. Had slopes. Tawny sand crackled against
Lazraf been marked for death? No, for the guerbas like hail. I t penetrated the
death obeyed no sign. I t was the fate ears, the nostrils, the thirsty lips that
of the desert men to lead, until the end, opened to inhale the wind. Visibility
a hard life, to wear themselves out un soon dwindled to five or six meters.
der the sun, with thirst, against the sand Then nothing could be discerned from
wind, then to fall in combat. one bush to the next.
The wind rose at noon, as every day. Each man felt alone. Eyes veiled,
It swept through the gully and blew slowly buried by the sand behind his
upon the Chaamba clouds of sand slid twisted tuft of leaves, under that infer
ing over the soil, whirling, spinning into nal sky, he waited for death like a
the sky where they spread and vanished brute.
THE WHITE SQUADRON 51
TH E END
Nu m b er
O ne
Boy
By JAMES W. BENNETT
cidedly not the rule with Chinese ser lived long enough in China to be called
vants—of making raids upon my cellar an old China hand.
et and cigaret supplies. Particularly As I entered his courtyard the No. 1
the cigarets. Not for Drew the harsh boy reached out a hand to take my hat
bite of Chinese tobacco—when my and walking stick. It. had been raining
Egyptians were at hand. that night and the stones of the court
Finally his depredations forced me to yard were wet. The boy skidded, fell
remonstrate with him. He listened in heavily and in the melee tripped me so
stony silence. Then, instead of the de that I also fell. When I arose a map
nial which I expected, he said arro of Peking was crisscrossed over my eve
gantly: ning dress shirt and my face must have
“Mastah, you do not r’lize how lucky been a mask of mud.
you are to have me as you No. 1 boy. My host, appearing at the door, gave
Befo’ time I was not servant. I was—” me a horrified look. Then with a roar
Drew hesitated—“wait, my show you.” he laid violent hands upon his servant.
He ran into the servants’ quarters and The boy reached his feet and stood
returned with a bundle of clothing, a dumbly under the rain of blows. I ex
uniform by its appearance. On the top postulated, shouting that it had only
rested a large gilded sword. been an accident. At last the foreigner
“One time, mastah, I was officer in desisted and with a curt command sent
army. Dis is my swo’d.” the boy to the servants’ quarters to get
“What was your rank?” I asked curi a fresh robe. He refitted me with a
ously. clean shirt and collar, since it would
He shook out the tunic of the uniform have delayed dinner too lorfg for me to
and pointed to a pair of huge epaulets retujn home for new raiment.
sewed to the shoulders. On each of the Dinner that night was unforgetable.
epaulets were embossed five straggling The boy came in, face like a typhoon
gold stars. sky, and began serving salad—instead of
“I b’long general, mastah!” soup. My host remonstrated sternly.
“What? Then how do you happen The salad was removed.
to be here working for me?” When the roast appeared the vegeta
Drew shrugged. bles were molded to form the Chinese
“Generals mus’ eat, mastah. My ideograph for a turtle, subtly indicating
side loose battle, loose war. I am force’ that my host’s ancestors were descended
to run away—fast. Some day maybeso from tortoises, the most insulting of
I go back, fight again. Become gover Celestial innuendoes.
nor of province. Then—” his face grew My host said grimly:
a trifle grim—“then I take all cigarets “I should have known that this would
I want! If anybody say to me, ‘No can happen. The boy has lost face by being
do!’ what you think I will say?” beaten before you. He’s taking his re
“I haven’t the slightest idea what you venge.”
will say.” “But I don’t understand. This is
Drew drew the sword from its scab food. Isn’t the dinner the cook’s pid
bard and gave it a tentative flourish in gin?” _
the air. “It is; but the cook was hired by the
“I will say, ‘Cuttie off his head!’ ” No. 1 boy. What the boy says to do the
cook must do. That’s Chinese kuei chii
NOT long after the passing of —old custom. As soon as you leave I
Drew—and he left my services shall have to fire them both.”
immediately upon his historic When the frozen pudding came on we
utterance—I was having din found that a pervasive bouquet of leeks
ner at the home of a foreigner who had had been added. And to end the meal
56 JAMES W. BENNETT
in a perfect blaze of glory, we discovered magistrate fined me three hundred dol
that salt had been sifted into the demi- lars.”
tasse. “Good heavens! Worse and more of
Later, in an atmosphere of gloom, I it!”
left my host’s compound. His farewells But my host shook his head.
were understandably distrait. “No, that was the only ray of light
The next morning I ran across him in in the whole miserable affair. By com
the lobby of the Hotel de Pekin. As I mitting suicide the boy made me lose
seated myself at his table he was in the face. By paying over that money—
act of rapidly downing five fingers of which went to the boy’s widow—I re
straight whisky. dressed the balance. Three hundred is
“All the blether,” he said in a violent a fortune to a Chinese servant, and as a
tone. “The police questioning!” He matter of fact I added a couple more
faced about in his chair and called to a hundreds to it. Following the trial, my
loitering barboy, “Boy! Another spot! cook came back to me. Face, I tell you,
Chop-chop!” And to me, “What’ll you is the only real religion the Chinese pos
have?” sess.”
“The same.” “Let’s have another spot,” I said.
“Make it two. Dewar’s Imperial.
And leave the bottle here.” IF ONE Chinese servant was
My former host stared morosely for willing to carry his loss of face
a moment at the ceaseless flow of life to its ultimate and dismal con
on Chang An Street—a Mongol camel clusion, there was another in
train, coolies with creaking barrows, my experience who used it as a tech
darting rickshaws, trudging peddlers nique for amassing money. The latter
with packs. was Loh, No. 1 boy of the Taipan’s
Turning back to me, he went on: Club. Loh was more than a humble
“After you left I went out to the servant; he was a gentleman of affairs,
kitchen to fire the staff. But no one an exponent of Big Business. His legit
was there to fire. They had all cleared imate “squeeze” on the club’s food and
out. About two o’clock in the morning wines, his percentage of the wages of
the police knocked at my gate. They the large staff that he managed, gave
told me that my No. 1 boy had gone him a comfortable income. But it was
over to that dirty canal in the Chinese his singular aptitude in turning to his
City—you know the place, just outside own advantage all slights put upon him
the Tartar Wall. He had tied a thun that made him a rich man.
dering big rock around his neck and I t began years ago. Loh had been
hopped overboard!” openly reproved in the club’s foyer by
“Good Lord! Did he die?” I asked. old Colonel Cavanaugh of the legation
“Well, seeing that his neck was broken guard. Unjustly reproved, Loh thought.
and he’d been under water for an hour The next day a rumor began to be
when the police fished him out, I should bandied about the clubrooms that the
say that he was pretty middling dead.” Marine officer wore a corset. Cava
Beginning to realize dimly my own naugh was a stuffy, pompous old soul
share in the tragedy, I also reached for and the rumor was thoroughly relished.
a second drink of Lord Dewar’s distilla I t finally came to the victim’s ears
tion. and he detonated—with a loud whoosh!
“I’ve just been down to the police I t was a canard, a lie, he bellowed. Six
court,” my host went on. “My cook or seven members, rendered convivial by
testified—truthfully, I won’t gainsay brandy and tansan, told him to prove
that—that I had made the boy lose it a lie. The colonel hesitated, fidgeted
face in the presence of a stranger. The and started to back away. The six gen-
NUMBER ONE BOY 57
tlemen made sudden flying tackles and fatuous a character to the alarmingly
caught the colonel at the door. Then beautiful baroness who was visiting the
ensued a scene unique in the Taipans’ Italian legation. Or, that evening when
Club—and probably in any club—in he had drunk, not wisely but too well,
which Cavanaugh’s tunic and shirt and had tried to make a speech bitterly
were forcibly removed. denouncing Sovietism—before the Rus
“Ho!” shouted the six inebriates. sian Embassy. Needless to say, the
“Guilty!” next year that particular member leaned
“Guilty, hell! T hat’s my cholera strongly toward generosity, filling Loh’s
belt!” roared the badgered Marine. cumshaw envelop until it bulged.
And thanks to that little band of This information of Loh’s was bought
flannel—superstitiously worn by old —so the club suspected—from the
campaigners in the Far East to protect amahs and No. 1 boys in various foreign
themselves against a chill on the liver— homes. The rate was thought to vary
the colonel became known in the capi with the luridness of the story. It is
tal as Cholera-Belt Cavanaugh. So rib regrettable to say that the club aided
ald grew the laughter that he applied and abetted Loh. In those idle moments
for a transfer and, not many months at the cocktail hour, the members
after, thankfully left Peking. were—humanly—not averse to hearing
It was from this incident that Loh a tale well told, particularly if it
developed his great idea. He awoke to pricked the bubble of the too dignified,
a realization of the power of the whis the too self-righteous. Some of the
pered word. From that time on, if he members were strongly suspected of
conceived himself to be mistreated by furnishing Loh with his choicest tidbits.
a member, he at once began a whisper Then, one Winter, trouble suddenly
ing campaign in the club, calculated to loomed ^for Loh. Elliot, his bitterest
annoy the most hardened Pekinite. But enemy among the club members, was
the moment the inevitable cumshaw elected president. Immediately upon
crossed his palm Loh ceased. taking office Elliot declared war. The
From revenge he progressed to a spe new executive had once been stung by
cies of gentle blackmail. At the time Loh’s serpent tongue and had never
of the New Year holidays, when the forgiven the No. 1 boy. Elliot called a
regulation gratuities envelop was hand meeting of the club’s governors for the
ed out, he got in his deadliest work. purpose of ousting the Chinese tatler:
Loh had a fixed scale of tips, based upon The meeting was to be held the follow
a percentage of the members’ salary ing Monday.
checks. The information as to the size
of that salary was not difficult to ob LOH promptly began his
tain; in return for a few coppers it was usual deadly routine. The t
furnished him by the Chinese clerks in club was flooded with spicy
various banks. stories about Elliot. His
And woe unto the club member whose marital infidelities were thoroughly
yearly cumshaw fell below the sum Loh aired—and apparently these were many.
deemed reasonable! That luckless in Next, his ability as a bank manager—
dividual found himself greeted at the he was the taipan of the Sino-American
club by poorly concealed smiles and by Bank—was questioned. Ostentatiously
suspicious chuckles behind his back. Loh removed his savings from Elliot’s
Little contretemps in his home—which bank. An inexplicable run on the bank
he had thought safely concealed—came began. I t needs only a whisper, among
nakedly to light. For example, his wife’s the Chinese, to start a run on any bank
heated words after a dinner party, be ing house in China. Elliot had to wire
cause he had addressed phrases of too to Shanghai and borrow money by tele
58 JAMES W. BENNETT
graph at ruinous rates. Only with some “Why, what on earth is this?” he
difficulty was the run halted. asked in bewilderment.
As the time of the governors’ meet “D at is my resigning paper.”
ing drew near Loh evidently realized “But this list, Loh?”
the seriousness of his predicament. His “Oh-a, dat!” The No. 1 boy’s smile
attack widened. All the club members broadened. “Dose are signature’. All
were impugned. The struggle took on servant’ in Peking. They have sign’
the aspects of a civil war. name, resigning with me. I am head
The American Express man told me of Peking Servant’ Guild. If you ac
confidentially that he was daily filling cept my resignings, tomorrow servant’
the Blue Train to Shanghai with tearful all go ’way. In legation’, in hotel’, in
women, parting from their husbands be club, in home’. Tomorrow you no will
cause of rumors that could not be dis have cook, boy, amah, coolie, chauffeur,
proved. I accepted this as an example private rickshawman. Tomorrow morn
of the usual Peking exaggeration, ex ing you no will have hotie watah in
tracting, however, a certain residue of you’ bas, no fiah in you’ bedderroom
truth. stove, no breakkafahst on you’ break-
On the appointed Monday evening kafahst table.” Loh paused and then
the governors gathered around their asked softly, “You still wantchee me to
long table and drummed their fingers resign?”
nervously on the polished blackwood There was a wild scramble about the
surface. The air held an electric quality table. A dozen hands reached for the
that precedes earthquakes and ty paper. I t was torn up, ribboned to a
phoons. hundred pieces. Loh gave a bow and.
Into the room walked Loh, smiling left the room—still the Taipans’ Club
his pleasant No. 1 boy’s smile which No. 1 boy.
was disarming but never obsequious. There was one resignation, however,
In acknowledgment of the gravity of that night: Elliot’s.
the occasion, he wore his finest uniform The next day rumors flew thick and
—a short satin jacket with buttons of fast—beneficent rumors. Chinese capi
lustrous jade over a robe of brocaded tal returned to Elliot’s bank. I t bom
silk. Belting the robe was a girdle of barded the doors, demanding to be
gleaming cloth of gold. He spoke slowly allowed deposit facilities. No more ad
—his English was always glib: verse gossip was heard about Elliot.
“I hear that club is goin’ to fire me. Loh, having won his point, was never
Aw right. I resign. I have written out vindictive. And now he obligingly
resigning paper. Here it is.” loosed numerous pleasant but unfound
Elliot took the paper, a bulky docu ed tales, such as that Elliot had been
ment. The governors looked at one an given an increase in salary, he had been
other, a little bewildered. They had ex offered a flattering post as financial ad
pected a battle. With a desire to be viser to the Central government, he and
magnanimous to a fallen foe, Elliot his wife had become reconciled . . .
said: There is, I believe, a Chinese official
“In many ways, we are sorry about in Peking whose duties correspond to
this, Loh. You have been with us a those of an American city mayor. But
great number of years. We have no of power—both raw and sinuous—Pek
complaint as to the way you run the ing’s mayor possesses not a tenth as
club’s dining room and bar. That is much as Loh, No. 1 boy of the Taipans’
perfection. But we—” Club. And not only Loh. In every
He looked down at the paper. I t foreign household in China there is a
contained a long, long list of names, presiding genius, adroitly ruling that
literally hundreds of them. small domain—the No. 1 boy.
A u t h o r it y
JAMES
MITCHELL
CLARKE
and Syclen lying in it, just where he fell. cussed Syclen up one side and down the
Two bullets went through his back. He other. Said he’d get even some day for
was still breathing when Nick got him the way Syclen treated him. And who
on the boat, but died before they got else but Henry would have found the
out of the bayou. All his money was camp? Nick would have passed right
gone, and his watch and his guns.” on by if it hadn’t been for the birds.”
“Nick,” the sheriff asked, “why did Paul Dumont, wisest as well as the
you stop by Syclen’s camp?” richest trapper in the district, spoke
“Beeg birds,” the Slavonian said from a shadow.
briefly. “They don’t fly around so—” “That Syclen is one bad when he
he made an upward gesture with his drink, and he is drunk plenty, him.”
thick hands—“when somebody is all “Sure,” Len Hammer said. “But
right.” th a t’s not the point. Syclen’s rich. If
The sheriff nodded. White light from we don’t turn Henry over, Syclen’s
a gasoline lantern fell on this circle of people will send detectives down here,
swarthy, sun cured faces, but especially and lawyers—”
on Louis Sardu. Louis’ brown, clear Louis Sardu had looked up from the
eyes had the look of a hunting dog, floor. His tense face turned now toward
pleading to be let free, yet not daring to Len Hammer, and once more the sheriff
move. Sheriff Roget remembered that thought of a hunting dog. His mind,
the big guide, Henry Lorraine, whom while he half listened to Len Hammer
they had locked up on suspicion of arguing with Dumont, went back fifteen
Syclen’s murder, had been Louis’ best years to a morning when he and Louis’
friend. uncle, now dead, looked down into the
Len Hammer’s rough voice went on schoolyard from the levee road. A boy,
with the explanation: slightly bigger than eight-year-old Louis,
“Nick pushed right along and got here was slapping him. Louis hid his head
just before dark. We knew Henry Lor in his hands, tried to dodge, but made
raine had gone into the prairie with no attempt to fight back.
Syclen, but he come in this morning The uncle swore in French.
and tied up alongside Lalo’s wharf. “Louis,” he called, “fight yourself.
Nick and Dumont and me went down. Hit him back, yes!”
Henry was just fixing to leave for New For a moment Louis looked up at his
Orleans. He was wearing Syclen’s watch uncle unbelievingly. The boy slapped
and had better than five hundred dol his unprotected face once again. The
lars in cash. He got pretty mad when next moment Louis was swarming over
we asked him when he’d last seen him like a young wildcat. When the
Syclen.” tangle of arms and legs finally parted
“He didn’t kill that man, no!” Louis into two separate boys, Louis had a
Sardu was on his feet, muscles twitching black eye, but the other ran whimper
in his face under the intensity of his feel ing to the sanctuary of the schoolhouse.
ing. “Henry Lorraine would not—” The uncle grunted.
“Shut your mouth, you!” “Now I must go tell my brother not
At his father’s growl Louis looked to beat that boy. Louis’ mamma, she
around, then sank back into his chair. is want to bring him up a priest. So
It was as if a hunting dog had yelped my brother beat him for whatever he
and its master silenced it with one sharp does like other boys.”
command. Harsh faced old Sardu glared Len Hammer’s words brought Roget
at his son. Louis looked at the floor. back to the lanternlit room and the
Len Hammer ignored the interruption murder of Syclen.
and went on. “We can’t fight them, can’t afford
“The last time Henry was in town he to. They’ve got too much of a strangle
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hold on this country—and too much standing alone. There was no fear in
money. You’d better take Henry along, the rangy guide’s face, or in his man
Roget.” ner. His whole bearing was sullen, de
Len Hammer was right. Always the fiant. He glowered at the sheriff. Roget
Delta had fought its own battles, set spoke quietly, as if this were a friendly
tled its own quarrels according to the talk about nothing more important than
ancient justice of an eye for an eye. hunting or the weather.
Cut off from the rest of the world by “You have Syclen’s watch and much
deep marsh and crisscrossing bayous, be money, Henry. Where did you get these
yond telegraph and rail, these descen things?”
dants of French pioneers had paid little Henry Lorraine’s teeth showed against
attention to written law or the cumber his lower lip. His scowl darkened. He
some machinery of courts. In twenty said nothing at all. Roget was not sur
years as sheriff, Roget’s job had been to prised. In Lorraine was the hot blood,
smooth down tempers, adjust some quar the fierce, proud disregard of restraint
rels, prevent others, rather than to ar and law beyond the range of a rifle ball
rest men. And justice had been well which made these folk as little amenable
served. to civilization as the wild land from
Syclen, who had more money than he which they wrested a livelihood. The
knew what to do with, had bought up sheriff spoke again, still quietly.
much acreage and turned it into a hunt “Why did you leave Syclen, Henry?
ing preserve. Other individuals and syn Maybe you had a fight, yes?”
dicates had done the same thing, until Lorraine’s only answer was a steady,
the original people of the district found hard eyed stare.
themselves forced off of land which they “I t ’s no good to keep still,” Roget
and their ancestors had trapped and said. “I am friends to you, Henry. I
hunted over for generations. Quarrels want to know the truth of how this thing
between Delta men and the sportsmen has happen.”
owners had been bitter, sometimes He waited for an answer while an
bloody, the trappers gradually losing alarm clock overheard clanked off three
more and more. An uneasy adjustment long minutes. The others scraped their
had finally been reached, by which trap feet on the floor. Lorraine simply stared
pers could lease privileges on preserve at the sheriff, unblinking, stubborn.
land. Roget sighed.
But if no effort were made to punish “Take Henry back,” he said.
the man responsible for Syclen’s death, Lorraine’s coat bulged suddenly under
deep trouble was sure to follow. They the swell of shoulder muscles. He
could not only expect a horde of “for looked around swiftly, at the doors and
eign” lawyers and detectives, but re windows, at the men ringed about him.
prisals as well—perhaps the closing of His defiant eyes had a gleam in them,
all preserves. the look of a fresh-caught range horse
about to send its body crashing against
Aj/Bk THE sheriff turned to Len corral bars. Hammer and Brankovitch
'^*mr3T Hammer. got up, but the guide scarcely noticed
“Bring Henry in. I ’d like them. For an instant he was poised,
” ^ to hear what he’s got to say.” ready to make his fight. Then his eyes
Len Hammer stood up. Trouble was fell on Louis Sardu and sullen, contemp
written all over his rugged face. tuous resignation came into his look.
“All right,” he growled. “Maybe His glance cut at Louis like a whip.
Henry will talk to you. He won’t to us.” He shrugged. It was as if he had said—
Len Hammer and Brankovitch “If he wasn’t a coward, we could fight
brought Henry Lorraine and left him our way out; but what’s the use?”
62 JAMES MITCHELL CLARKE
Roget scarcely saw Hammer and two steps toward Painter and stopped,
Brankovitch lead Lorraine away. He as if sizing him up. His hands were
looked at Louis’ unhappy face and a clenched at his sides, his face still white
scene, clear as the succession of instan as hot metal. The next instant, Roget
taneous photographs which make a thought, he would leap at Painter. But
movie, rose in the sheriff’s mind. Louis did not leap. I t was as if the
Midnight, in a gambling room up the strong pull had gone suddenly off a rope.
river. Louis sitting in a card game with Louis sagged, almost visibly. All the
half a dozen others. A man rising sud stiffening went out of him at once. His
denly; Painter, the shrimp trawler who hands unclenched. Blood leaped up
had brought his boat over from one of into his cheeks, and without a word or
the Mississippi coast towns to the river. glance at any one, he turned to plunge
This man, with the mouth like an iron through the door. The room’s silence
bar and eyes which flicked here and was first broken by Painter’s laugh . . .
there as if unable to come to rest, tore
up his cards and flung them on the ROGET knew he was not the
table. only one to remember that
“I won’t play with no crook. What happening. Lorraine had re
do you think you’re getting away with?” membered, when he looked at
He looked straight at Louis when he Louis. Louis was remembering now.
spoke. Louis’ hands rested for a mo There had been little chance for him to
ment on the chips which he had been forget. Till that night he had been just
gathering in, and his expression was a another Delta lad newly come into man
curiously child-like mixture of hurt and hood; somewhat looked down upon for
surprise. Then his face tightened. his general meekness and self-effacing
Anger burned it white. Slowly his hands ways, rather lonely, but liked and even
clenched. He got up slowly, facing respected for his sjdll in handling a boat
Painter. or a gun. Now he was an outcast, looked
“I don’t cheat, me! You are tell a lie.” upon with contempt even by the negroes.
Before Louis could duck or bring up For cowardice is the one crime which
his hands, Painter struck from where he people who live by their strength and
stood. The impact could be heard all knowledge of the wilderness can not
over the now quiet room. Louis stag forgive.
gered back, lost balance, fell. Len Hammer and Nick Brankovitch
Roget turned to watch Painter. The had come back. The Slavonian sat
Mississippi trawler stood his ground, down. Hammer approached the sheriff,
flicking Louis with those restless eyes. on the point of saying something about
His Indian blood showed in very coarse Lorraine. But Louis was before him.
black hair and a certain deceptive Unable to contain himself any longer,
quickness of movement. Everything the he sprang up and stood before Roget,
man did was sudden, deceptive; most squarely blocking the older man’s path.
of all this attack on Louis. “Mr. Sanalban—” Louis’ voice quiv
For Sheriff Roget, along with others, ered a little under the strain of feeling.
had been for some time sure that Paint His father roared:
er himself was cheating. He had made “Shut your mouth, Louis! Who told
this play to cover up. Now Painter you to talk?”
stood with one hand in his pocket. Len Hammer put a hand on Louis’
Roget measured the distance. If Paint shoulder to shove him aside. But Louis
er drew his long bladed skinning knife, was not to be stopped so soon.
he would throw a chair first. The fight “Henry has talk to me, Mr. Sanalban.
would not last long. He told how Syclen—”
Louis was on his feet, now. He took “Get out from here!” old Sardu shout
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ed, and Len Hammer gave Louis a jerk Syclen’s watch and all that money. You
which should have sent him staggering can’t get away from that. And he had
aside. reasons for killing him. Henry’s a pretty
Roget, calmly taking all this in, noted bad actor when you get him mad, too.
that Louis did not budge, although I don’t like turning him over to the law,
Hammer was a strong man. but we’ve got to. You can’t go killing
“Let the boy talk,” the sheriff said foreigners—not if they’re rich.”
calmly. “If he has something to tell The sheriff said nothing. A rising
I want to hear, yes.” wind pushed against Len Hammer’s old
By his years of service and a force of building, making it groan. In a back
character demonstrated many times, the room hammers rapped sharply where
sheriff had gained an authority almost Len’s negroes were nailing up a rough
unique in the Delta. Len Hammer sat pine box. Mr. Syclen of St. Louis now
down. Old Sardu subsided with a growl. lay somewhere in the dark beyond the
Louis’ words came out in a rush. lamp’s circle under a piece of canvas,
“Henry is not a thief to steal a watch waiting shipment on the mail boat to
and money. He has talk to me through morrow. Doubtless his family would
the shed door where you have him lock make up for this rough and makeshift
up. That five hundred was what Henry treatment of his remains when the time
has save out of his pay. Syclen paid came.
him good, yes. Syclen gave him that “Will you take Henry up now, or
watch two weeks ago when Henry jump wait till morning?” Len Hammer asked,
overboard and save him his life in the meaning to the larger town upriver
river. Syclen was drunk, yes. Last where there was a jail.
night he was drunk some more. They The sheriff held a match to his pipe
had gone for the prairie to hunt duck, and looked a t Louis Sardu when he
but Syclen would only drink. One case answered.
of brandy he had along. “I ’ll go have one look at his camp
“Last night he start in and call Henry first.”
names. Henry called him names back, Louis’ head snapped up, his face as
and Syclen said for Him to get out. easy to read as a boy’s. Bright hope was
Henry went back to Syclen’s big camp there. Roget was going to do some
in a pirogue and took his boat here. thing, try, at least, to save his friend.
That is a long way, yes, and he didn’t “No use in that,” Len Hammer said.
get here till today. Henry didn’t kill “Henry killed him. Didn’t you see the
that man, but it is make him mad when way he looked around a minute ago,
you say he did, so Henry won’t talk.” like he was going to make a break? Ten
“Nick,” the sheriff said, turning to to one he will try to get away before
Brankovitch, “was Syclen’s boat by his morning. If he hadn’t killed Syclen,
camp?” why’d he act like that?”
The Slavonian grunted an affirmative. Paul Dumont’s deep growl said:
Louis said— “The wind is blow hard. We’ll get a
“That is how it was,” and sat down. norther soon.”
The silence which settled over the Roget, listening to the rise of the wind,
group was broken by Len Hammer. He nodded.
was not impressed by Louis’ defense of “I think I ’ll go, me,” he said mildly.
his friend. Again he was looking at Louis Sardu;
“It don’t hold water,” he said. “No again the sheriff thought of hunting
body ever knew Syclen to give anybody dogs. Louis’ face was tense once more,
anything. And Henry wouldn’t walk his expressive eyes wistful. His whole
off a good job because his boss told him being seemed to plead, as a dog pleads
to when he was drunk. Henry had to be taken along.
64 JAMES MITCHELL CLARKE
the river were grinding against the revet “Rough,” he said. “This will be a
ment. On the road the sheriff felt a bad storm, I think.”
hand laid on his arm. In the darkness The sheriff grunted. He had no liking
he did not recognize Louis until he for open water, and here the great river
spoke, voice low and almost painfully widened out to the size of a bay. Wind
respectful. could whip the surface into the angry
“We can’t take Len’s M utt so good as chop of waves. Spray now blew against
my boat. She draw too much water. the glass of the tiny cabin. The craft
In my boat we can go through another climbed and dipped more crazily as they
way and save time, us.” neared midchannel. Louis turned sud
The sheriff did not hesitate. denly from his peering into the dark.
“Len, we’ll take Louis’ boat. He says “I got to take in that pirogue. He’ll
the M utt draws too much.” swamp, yes. Take the wheel, Mr. San-
The party veered and started down alban.”
the shell surfaced road, heads bowed Roget had forgotten the dugout canoe
against the driving wind. Sheriff Roget towing behind. He took the bucking
shivered inside his jacket, and the old wheel and heard the cabin door slam.
gunshot wounds woke to torment him. Louis was gone a long time, and when
His joints were very stiff and a little he came back, wet glistened on his face
painful already. and clothes. I t was no child’s play to
haul a heavy canoe aboard in weather
IT WAS quite late, and like this. The sheriff knew he would
houses below the levee’s shel not have been able to do it himself.
ter were asleep. But halfway Probably he’d have gone overboard try
to the Sardu landing the party ing. But Louis was smiling, as if he’d
had to move off the road for a car, which done nothing but an ordinary job of
stopped while a man asked news of the work.
murder. He was a bony, old-faced young He took the wheel from Roget, put
man named Goriot, who grew oranges it over and instantly they seemed to be
and made money at it. His young wife lifted by some great hand. Mississippi’s
was with him, looking very fragile and current picked the little boat up and
pretty in the faint light from the dash. hurled it seaward.
Roget noticed that while Len Hammer The dark hours passed in a succession
laconically answered Goriot’s questions of wild leaps and plunges. The boat
the girl looked at Louis. But Louis was heeled far over under the wind’s push,
standing with his back turned, staring struggled upright once more. There was
at the dark river, and .presently the no rest, no stability anywhere. And it
woman turned away also. The car had grown very cold, as only the satu
drove on. rated Gulf coast air can be. The sheriff,
Dumont and Brankovitch cast off the weary and strained from holding himself
lines as soon as Louis had his engine upright, felt flaming rheumatism eat far
running. The others stood at the wharf ther and farther into his joints. The
end. For a moment, as the craft gath old wounds ached. He wished for day
ered way, Roget saw the row of faces, light, since he could not wish for bed.
heavy with the gravity of this depar Once during that night Louis spoke—
ture, worried. Then there was nothing “Henry couldn’t kill that man, Mr.
but the dark night and the swift water. Sanalban.”
Something struck the boat and stag “Why not?”
gered her. The next instant she climbed “Syclen was shot two time in the back.
steeply and slithered down, only to be Henry wouldn’t shoot a man in the
lifted again. Louis, braced against back, no.”
the wheel, turned with a shy smile. The sheriff nodded approvingly. He
JAMES MITCHELL CLARKE
had noted this about the wounds. I t shot through his arms and he knew that
had, in fact, decided him to investigate he would be of little help. But the
the camp. For Henry Lorraine was not, dugout shot away and into a narrow,
as Louis said, the sort to shoot from tortuous channel with a steady, even
behind. I t pleased Roget that Louis surge. Loss of sleep and a night spent
had thought of it. He said— fighting a boat’s kicking wheel appeared
“Who do you think killed him, Louis?” to have affected Louis not at all.
“I don’t know about that. Some man
who want his money and his guns. Do HERE between grass grown
you know, Mr. Sanalban?” banks the wind did not strike.
“No,” the sheriff said, and spoke the But the raw, penetrating cold
truth. went to the bone; the rain
In the facts he had been told, in the beat down to reduce a man’s clothes to
bullet punctured body of Syclen, had soggy masses. After awhile Roget left
been no indication of the criminal. But off his pretense of paddling. Only his
Roget was a patient man, neither baf mind lived in a body numb where it was
fled nor discouraged by first failure. not in pain.
Toward morning Louis cut down his He did not really know much about
power and drew in to quiet water near this chap paddling so steadily behind
the bank. The channel they must take him. He had reasoned out a cause for
was near, but in the dark they would Louis’ strange action, which had marked
only go aground. Louis lay down on him as a coward. And Sheriff Roget had
the floor, insisting that the sheriff take been sure enough of his reasoning to
his single bunk, and was asleep almost bring him along. Yet he was not fully
at once. Roget, tortured with pain, lay satisfied. If anything came up which
awake and heard the first big drops of would bend and test the metal of a
rain grow to a steady thunder on the man, Louis must not show a flaw. Roget
cabin roof. But he did not have to would like to know more before any
wake the younger man. such test came.
With the first pale light Louis was up During the night an idea had come
and lighting a charcoal fire in a clay to him, born of what he had seen on the
burner. While the sheriff carefully levee road when Goriot stopped his car.
spooned water to make the strong, bitter Now the idea was more clear; he had
coffee no true Louisianan will go with remembered that Goriot’s wife had been
out, Louis unlashed the pirogue and got Louis’ girl.
it overboard. On deck, it projected over “Women are funny sometimes,” Roget
the sides and would not clear the banks said suddenly into the silence. “They
where they were going. say one way, but in their heart they feel
No birds flew along the bayou. The another. When I was one young man I
engine made a muffled sound against the ask my wife to make marry. She said,
rain and the boat appeared to move ‘No. All the time you are fight. If you
alone in the world. Everywhere stop fighting people all the time, maybe
stretched gray “prairie”—the water I ’ll marry you, yes.’ ”
threaded marsh of muskrat, snake and The sheriff chuckled reminiscently.
alligator, drenched and beaten flatter “One night we are go to a dance. A
still by the rain. man is drunk and he put his hand on
After two hours, when the watery sun her. I slap that man and we fight—
had struggled up over the horizon rim, bad. I am hurt, but I fix that man so
Louis made the boat fast to a willow he can’t talk. My wife made promise
tree and drew the pirogue alongside. to marry me that night.”
The sheriff climbed stiffly down into There was no reply. The sheriff
the bow. As he lifted the paddle, pain could not see Louis’ face. But as he
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finished speaking there came a sudden meal himself when they go for hunt.”
check in their movement. Certainly The sheriff’s eyelids drew down.
Louis’ paddle hung for a moment in the “You think Henry cooked this?”
air, held in rigid arms. Why else would “No, Mr. Sanalban. Somebody—the
the pirogue lose way and twist in toward man that killed—”
the bank? Sheriff Roget smiled. The sheriff was already stooping again.
Only the sheriff’s watch told them that Picking up each in turn, he examined
it was past ten when Syclen’s tent ap the cooking utensils and plate, sniffing
peared across a barren flat of marsh. their contents. He took in his hands for
The day was no warmer and scarcely a moment the cloth which had held the
lighter than at dawn. The wind howled coffee while it was being dripped, then
across this place with an empty sound. tossed it away, grounds and all. Ab
As they approached, a flight of ducks ruptly he straightened.
rose drumming from directly in front “Louis, where would the trawl fleet
of the camp. Only the hiss and slap of be today?”
falling rain greeted them when they “Bull Bay, I think, Mr. Sanalban.
stepped ashore. The shrimp have been run near there,
One point in the story of Henry Lor and they would go in to hide from
raine was undoubtedly correct. Long the wind.”
necked brandy bottles lay all about, “Can we get there before dark?”
some in the grass, some in corners of Louis looked at the near horizon, dim
the tent. The case which had contained with rain, at the small bayou by which
them stood outside, but, the sheriff they had come, and the larger one where
noted, no drop of liquor remained. If Syclen’s boat lay.
any had been left after Syclen’s debauch, “In the pirogue we can get there be
his murderer had taken it. fore night.”
Of Syclen’s personal effects, Roget “I ’m no good,” the sheriff told him.
found a few clothes, a fancy shaving out “All stiff. You’ll have to paddle by
fit and other toilet articles. The two yourself.”
English shotguns and fine rifle which “We’ll get there, Mr. Sanalban.”
Henry Lorraine said the sportsman had Smiling a little at this unquestioning,
taken with him were gone. So was his unhesitating obedience to his wish, the
sleeping bag. Aboard Syclen’s boat, sheriff followed Louis to the dugout.
still lying against the bayou bank, the Hour on hour the slender craft fol
sheriff found everything in place except lowed the twistings of narrow dark
the compass, easiest to transport of all water under the steady drive of Louis’
its fine fittings. paddle. Noon came and went, and
Roget went back to the camp with nothing seemed to change. The marsh
Louis following silently. Around a gas looked the same. The rain fell. Louis’
oline stove, now beginning to rust, were back and shoulders swung in the same
various cooking utensils and one plate. steady rhythm, never hurrying, never
Sheriff Roget bent stiffly down and be slackening at all.
gan examining the remaining scraps of
food. He shook the coffee pot, poured EARLY in the afternoon
out a little and sipped it, absently. Im Sheriff Roget asked a ques
mediately he spat out the mouthful. tion.
“That was bad, yes!” he said, straight “Would any man try to
ening. “Syclen must have cooked him take his boat into the Gulf when this
self a meal before he was killed.” norther was blow up?”
But Louis shook his head. “Only one man,” Louis said. “George
“He couldn’t cook, Mr. Sanalban. Martel, he’ll take his boat out in any
Henry has told me how he cook all the thing, him.”
JAMES MITCHELL CLARKE
The sheriff nodded and sank his head sheriff with blank, uncomprehending
deeper into the sodden collar of his eyes. Then that same quick glow
jacket. It was perhaps an hour later Roget had seen last night flamed up in
that Louis broke silence in his turn. His Louis’ face. But his voice was low and
voice had a curious note of strain, as if respectful.
it were difficult for him to say this thing “Yes, Mr. Sanalban.”
he was yet compelled to say. Louis turned toward his dugout.
“Women are funny like you say, Mr. After three steps he hesitated and came
Sanalban. I had a girl once. She told back.
me not to fight, like your wife told you. “Henry will go free now?” he asked.
I—I didn’t fight, me. You saw how I “Yes,” the sheriff said. “Here.” He
didn’t fight that time. And she got mad. unpinned the tarnished star from his
When she hear how I didn’t fight she own wool shirt and fastened it on Louis’
wouldn’t speak no more. Now she has coat.
marry Goriot.” If Louis was weary after all day of
The sheriff smiled to himself. Always paddling and all night of hard travel,
Louis had done what he was told. he did not show it. The sheriff sighed
Everything Roget remembered or had a little as he watched him run out the
been told about the lad, everything he pirogue and step lightly in.
had observed or heard from Louis But as he watched the fragile craft
showed this fact plainly. No matter duck and bob in the waves, drawing
whether a child of a girl ordered him, steadily nearer Painter’s boat, he had
or his father, he obeyed. some twinges which were not rheuma
The hidden sun was near setting when tism or old wounds. He had counted
the bayou at last wound into Bull Bay heavily on two judgments of his own.
—so called because of the amount of Now his conscience bothered him.
lies and boasts which fishermen, lying If he were wrong about Louis, if Louis
up out of storms, told to one another flinched even for an instant, or tried to
there. back down, he would probably be killed.
“Land here,” Roget said. Painter was a quick man, treacherous
Louis ran the bow on to the low and handy in a fight; doubly dangerous
marshy shore and they stepped out. On now.' If he had been wrong about
the flat bosom of the shallow bay, white Painter, if the Mississippi man were not
trawl boats rode uneasily. In between, guilty, trouble would follow also.
the choppy waves broke in irregular It seemed as if Louis paddled out very
patches of white, and the gray rain fell, slowly. Of course, he was bucking a big
making all obscure. The sheriff, peer wind, and a pirogue handles crankily in
ing as hard as his aging eyes would per rough water. But nevertheless, he
mit, did not see what he was looking for. seemed to Roget to be taking a lot of
“Is Painter’s boat out there?” he time. The rain sluiced down his neck
asked. and his aches were unnoticed as he stood
Louis did not need to look again. there straining old eyes after the dimin
“Yes, Mr. Sanalban. He is lie be ishing canoe.
tween Michelle Marceau and Pierre A sudden fierce squall of rain cut off
Rigaud.” his vision for an instant. When he
The sheriff’s stiff hands unbuttoned could see again, Louis and the pirogue
his jacket. They undid the buckle of had disappeared. He concentrated on
his cartridge belt. He held it out to Painter’s boat, but the distance was too
ward Louis, the heavy .45 dangling. great to make out any sign of life on her
“Go out and arrest Painter,” he said. decks.
“If he makes trouble, shoot quick, yes.” In his twenty years as sheriff, Roget
For a moment Louis looked at the had never felt so alone as he felt at that
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moment. He had sent another man out Louis he is quicker, and one fool for
to do his job. Not only that; he had brave. He did not shoot, no. He grab
sent a man proven to the world as a the wrist of that Painter, and bring down
coward, banking his own judgment the gun—boom! on his head. Painter is
against the facts, believing he saw deep still like one dead, and Louis has found
er than facts. He had become fond of Syclen’s gun. Come quick.”
Louis, but that was only part of Roget’s
feeling. Better for him to die than to THEY went back in the morn-
live if he were as bad as people thought. 4 ing, through a prairie coldly
But suppose Louis let him down? Sup washed with Winter sunlight.
pose he had been wrong? In Louis’ bearing Roget had
Roget remembered Louis’ last words yet to find a trace of conceit over what
—“Will Henry go free now?” He had he had done. Beyond delight that Lor
spoken as if doubt of his ability to take raine was cleared, Louis regarded this
Painter had never entered his mind. episode, as he had the bringing aboard
But was this calm assurance what it of his pirogue last night, a mere job of
seemed? Any other man would have work, through and done with. Watch
seen in it only the dazed, mechanical ing him at the wheel, the sheriff’s smile
steadiness of fear, which would hold up grew till it was a grin.
only till a crisis, then crumble. And He knew dogs—and men. ’And Louis
Roget had no proof to support his faith. in his way was like a good bird dog, a
The sheriff cursed the pain which little too well trained. Tell him to stay
made him useless, and steadied himself. back, tell him not to fight, and he would
He tried to see once more, but could obey. But let him go, put authority be
make out only the blurred outline of hind him to help instead of hold, and
Painter’s boat. He listened for the you had a man who would go on doing
sound of a shot, heard none. He could his job until there was nothing left of
only wait in doubt and anxiety. The him, and take joy in doing that job.
rain fell into the'bay. There was no The sheriff had need of such a man.
other sound. Roget stepped close to him.
Suddenly Roget saw a skiff pulling “Louis, I am old now. Down here
toward him out of the gloom. Michelle there should be a deputy sheriff. I will
Marceau stood up in it, and Michelle’s give you that job if you want.”
large face was red with excitement. He Louis turned toward him and what
leaped ashore and seized Roget by the the sheriff had seen before happened
shoulders. again; blank incredulity, then a glow
“I am of thirty-three years,” he spreading over Louis’ whole face. His
shouted, “and never have seen a thing hand left the wheel and crunched
like this. Rigaud and me are on Paint Roget’s.
er’s boat drinking brandy. Louis is all “Sure,” he said, “I ’ll take that job,
of a sudden on board, like one cat. He me. Thanks, Mr. Sanalban.”
stand in the door and say— “You’re a good man,” the sheriff said.
“ ‘Painter, you are arrest for killing “I don’t know anybody could do it so
Syclen.’ We all look at Louis and good.”
Painter laugh loud. Louis comes down Louis turned shyly back to steering.
in, and he touch the star with his hand. But after awhile he spoke again to the
“ ‘You are arrest!’ he say, and pull a sheriff.
gun. “I ’ll never be smart like you, no.
“Painter is laugh again and say—‘You How did you know it was Painter
are too coward to shoot.’ I think that killed Syclen, Mr. Sanalban?”
too, me. Painter has his long knife and The sheriff chuckled.
run at Louis. He is one quick, but “When he have kill Syclen, Painter
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stopped to make breakfast. He left cof where no man would know Syclen’s
fee in the pot. I tasted that coffee, and things that he took. But the norther
it was weak, yes. No Louisiana man was blow up, so he must stay. He is
would make coffee like that. Only a smart, I thought, so he will stay with
foreigner can drink what taste so bad. the fleet. I said—
Now Syclen didn’t make it, no, so I “ ‘Sanalban, we will go to the fleet,
ask myself— ‘Sanalban, who in the trawl and Louis will go and make this arrest,
fleet makes bad coffee? Mississippi because you are old and can’t fight or
men. What Mississippi man is here walk good.’
now? Painter, and he is one bad.’ “It is not hard to be sheriff when you
“He would try to run home, I thought, know men and what they will do.”
C it iz e n F ouche
By A R ED W H IT E
INCE the whisper had reached private chamber for more than an hour,
of Citizen Fouche, erstwhile leader of red Bouvet stepped forward and pressed
Republicans, and all those who were his nose against the tiny glass pane. He
loyal to him. And Cadoudal’s very stood for a considerable time with his
audacity was eloquent of his own inti black eyes upon the immobile figure
mate knowledge of these complications; within the chamber, then turned sud
otherwise he would have exhausted denly to Pierrot.
every resource to avoid Fouche’s police. “Look closely, Pierrot. He does not
Pierrot halted occasionally in his res move. Does Citizen Fouche even
tive pacing of the tiled corridor outside breathe?”
to peek through a private panel into the Pierrot thrust the panel wide open
Fouche chamber. Behind Pierrot, racked with a tremulous hand. The light of a
by impatience, their tongues lolling with large oil lamp fell across the Fouche
important information, were Bouvet, features, illuminating an angular face of
Dinant and Geraud, trusted Fouche projecting jaws and cheek bones, of taut,
shadows, who brought staggering in bloodless, thin lips and pointed nose,
formation. over which there was the repose of mar
“Mon dieu, Citizen Pierrot!” muttered ble, the pallor of death.
the broad and swarthy Bouvet. “But The deputy began plucking at his chin
we must have action—or Bonaparte may with a nervous hand. His chest rose and
die and leave us in the lurch. This is no fell under the throb of a gripping fear.
hour to be standing by while any mortal Had some sinister hand stilled the min
dreams.” ister’s pulse in this critical hour? The
Pierrot snapped his fingers in Bouvet’s fear grew, finally overwhelming the cau
face. Five times Pierrot had rapped at tious but impulsive Pierrot. He rapped
the Fouche door. And certainly Citizen at the door.
Fouche knew that Pierrot would not dis “Monsieur, you are feeling well?”
turb him unless pressed by important Citizen Fouche’s long head moved
developments. What more was there to slightly at sound of the quavering voice
be done? close to his ear. He fixed Pierrot with
“But Cadoudal will walk out on us if cold level gaze.
he is kept cooling his toes in an ante “My health is perfect, Citizen Pier
chamber for much longer,” Bouvet pro rot,” he said, dry rebuke in his low,
tested in a raucous whisper. “For all we measured voice. “Perhaps it will con
know his Chouans may be striking at the tinue so, and your own health as well, if
First Consul this very night.” I am permitted an occasional moment
“That for the Royalists!” Pierrot re of privacy in which to think. What do
torted with another snap of his fingers you want?”
close under Bouvet’s nose. “Citizen The eyes of the four men glowed with
Fouche always knows what he is about. relief, despite the rebuke.
And the same halter that fits the Cor “Citizen Fouche, I thought it my duty
sican—ha, our minister will shape it to to report that there is information of
the head of any man who rises to power.” great value,” said Pierrot. “Also the
“But he ought to know what I know, visitor you expected'is growing impa
and talk to this fellow Cadoudal at tient.”
once,” Bouvet persisted. Fouche turned quickly to Pierrot, an
Pierrot glared at his friend and fellow eagerness in his face.
agent. “The lady of the sable coat?” he de
“Why not force the minister’s door manded.
yourself with your intolerable impa “The Monsieur Cadoudal, who says
tience,” he sneered. “Five times I have he will not be kept waiting much longer,”
knocked. You may see through the said Pierrot. “And he seems strangely
panel that he pays no attention to me.” arrogant, for some reason of his own.”
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The minister yawned. out my sanction?” he said coolly. “Emi
“Cadoudal will wait until I am ready gres and Royalist plotters against the
for him,” he announced. “There is in Republican government which I serve
formation I have sent for before I talk are still under the ban. What reason
to the Royalist rat. In the meantime, I have you for thinking I will not arrest
need privacy for my thoughts?” you?”
Bouvet pressed forward, with a furtive The Royalist agent was a swarthy
glance back at the door which caused little man with round, sleek, wine tinted
Dinant to close it tightly. cheeks and black, treacherous eyes,
“There are twenty of Cadoudal’s Roy which now lighted up with insolence. He
alist henchmen in rendezvous in a garret was disguised as a postilion and carried
of the Rue Nicourt,” Bouvet exclaimed. a leather driving whip with which he
“I feel it in my bones that they are up beat a nervous tattoo upon his booted
to some serious mischief, such as slipping legs.
a knife into General Bonaparte. Cadou “The minister of police is too much of
dal left them to come here, with the a patriot for that,” he said in a half
three of us trailing him.” sneer. “Since, as Monsieur Fouche must
The minister of police weighed this know, France is going to have a king, it
information in solemn silence, without is merely a choice between the rightful
looking up at Bouvet. claimant to the throne, Louis XVIII, or
“I wished to receive Cadoudal only that Corsican intriguer, who is not fit to
after I had certain other information of be a king’s man in waiting!”
the Citizen First Consul,” he said, as if “I am perhaps too much a Republican
thinking aloud. He thought on for a to qualify as an expert in kingly quali
time, then turned to Pierrot. “But on ties, Cadoudal,” Fouche retorted, ignor
second thought perhaps I ’d better see ing the other’s impudence. There was a
the Royalist weasel at this moment. You momentary flicker of his caustic smile.
may send him in, Pierrot. But, remem “And so long as the Citizen First Consul
ber, the instant madame comes you must publicly acclaims his adherence to the
give me warning. She must not be de Republican government, why should I
layed.” not protect him against Royalist plots?”
Cadoudal swished the air with his
CITIZEN FOUCHE drew a whip and his eyes burned venomously.
sheaf of papers under his eyes “All France knows what is in that
and pretended to be deeply mad militarist’s swollen skull, Monsieur
engrossed while the Royalist Fouche!” he snarled. “Bonaparte means
intriguer was ushered to his desk and left to put a crown on his head just as soon
standing there. Cadoudal countered as he can set the stage for an imperial
with an impudent assurance. He seized throne for himself. And when he does—”
a chair, placed it with a deft jerk and Cadoudal leaned forward, a leer in his
plopped himself down beside the min voice—“he will kick you aside like an
ister’s desk. old rag doll.”
“My time is valuable tonight, Mon “An unpleasant picture you paint for
sieur Fouche,” he announced with a me, Cadoudal,” Fouche bantered. “And
blunt bravado. “An emissary of Louis my cue, I take it, is to fly into terror and
XVIII, king of France, deserves better proclaim my allegiance to your gilded
treatment even from the great minister Louis?”
of police, eh?” “If your agents do not inform you,
Fouche turned slowly and fixed Cadou Monsieur Fouche, I will tell you the
dal with glassy eyes. truth,” Cadoudal blazed back. “Behind
“Are you not taking a great deal for your back, Bonaparte flays you alive to
granted, Cadoudal, coming to Paris with his ministers. He calls you the mitrail-
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leur of Lyons, the red fangs of the black “Let us suppose, Cadoudal, that I
terror, the headsman of the Jacobins. should elect to care for my own interests
Ah, Monsieur Fouche, Bonaparte uses and place you under arrest?”
you today, but he intends to destroy you “It would remind me, Monsieur
just the moment it suits his royal pur Fouche, of the silly yokel who sharpened
poses.” the guillotine—only to have it fall next
“So I have heard before,” said Fouche, upon his own neck,” Cadoudal coun
unmoved. His thin smile recurred as he tered.
fixed his eyes on Cadoudal. “Then I am He rose impetuously and began press
indeed in a serious plight with nowhere ing his arguments openly.
to turn. For Louis, your proud king, “But let us quit parrying and speak
would hardly forget that I voted to send our minds openly, monsieur. First let
Louis XVI to the guillotine, eh, Cadou me remind you that I came direct to you
dal?” and offered you our friendship. The
“Diantre, Monsieur Fouche!” Cadou king admits your power, pleads for your
dal cried earnestly. “His Majesty vows services for stricken France. Bonaparte,
that bygones are bygones; and I am em as you well know, will destroy you when
powered to promise you the highest con he becomes emperor. Louis, on the
sideration. If ever there was a grateful other hand, will reward you richly. I
man, it is Louis; and he depends upon beg of you, Monsieur Fouche, can we
your good offices. As for your Repub not come to an understanding and dis
lican excesses, his Majesty says you have cuss matters on a common ground?”
been disillusioned along with all other “You have not said, Cadoudal, what
misguided Frenchmen.” it is you expect of me.”
“Delightful pleasantries, Cadoudal, “Only, monsieur, that you close your
and I thank his Majesty for his kind eyes and your ears for a short time.”
opinion,” Fouche rejoined. “But of Bon Fouche sat in silence, looking at
aparte—do you not forget that he is a Cadoudal without seeing him. I t was
reality as head of the government, while as he had suspected. Cadoudal came
Louis, your Louis, merely pretends to to Paris knowing the Fouche extremity.
the throne?” The Fouche enemies in the Bonaparte
Cadoudal pressed close, his eyes sinis camp were intent upon destroying him.
ter points of fire. Not in the reddest days of the revolu
“But if this diabolical Corsican up tion, not even when he faced the sinister
start should cease to exist, eh, Monsieur Robespierre as adversary, had he to
Fouche? Oui, if something should hap meet so dangerous and intricate an in
pen to him?” trigue. Would not either Louis X VIII
“There have been so many plots to. or Napoleon I destroy him at the first
destroy Bonaparte, Cadoudal, that the opportunity after making a throne?
Citizen First Consul grows lonesome for As Fouche sat in silent thought, the
new ones. And you forget that it is my Royalist agent watched him breathlessly
business to see that such a plot does not for the slightest indication of his deci
succeed.” sion. But he saw nothing behind the
“Not even you, Monsieur Fouche, can cold mask of the Fouche face. Presently
long cheat destiny,” blared the Royalist. they were interrupted by four sharp
“So you do not make a secret of what raps at the door. Fouche rose.
brings you back to Paris, eh, Cadou “In a few days I shall give you my
dal?” answer—or perhaps tomorrow, Monsieur
“But I am counting upon your sound Cadoudal,” he said coolly. “In the
sense—and that your interests rest with meantime I advise you, if you value
Louis XVIII, not with Bonaparte,” your good health, to keep to cover in
Cadoudal pleaded. close disguise, and attempt no mischief
CITIZEN FOUCHfi 75
O arrived at the Tuileries only stepped forward quickly and caught her
half an hour before when husband’s arm, whispered a placating
Fouche and Pierrot were ad word in his ear.
mitted to his reception room. The room “I tell you, Fouche, it was your
was filled with ministers, high officers Jacobins did this,” Bonaparte roared.
and other dignitaries of state, come to “Those rascals are always in rebellion,
felicitate Bonaparte on his miraculous pitted against all government, and to
escape. The hum of conversation hushed destroy me they think nothing of
suddenly as the minister of police slaughtering thousands of victims. But
crossed the room. I shall deal with them in a way they will
Fouche smiled inwardly. He guessed understand!”
that these scheming relations had been Fouche, meeting Bonaparte’s fury un-
berating him, blaming him for careless blinkingly, shook his head. He opened
ness. And even now they thought he his mouth to speak again. But his per
came with glib excuses. General Bona sistence only touched off a new volcano
parte stiffened as Fouche came up and of temper. The Citizen First Consul
received him with an icy silence. How launched into a torrent of abuse. He
quickly his own report would change recited the Jacobin excesses, intimated
all that, utterly confound his carping that the police had winked at this
critics, Fouche thought. He bowed Jacobin plot, had been grossly negligent
stiffly, with the restraint and poise of a in not circumventing it. Fouche listened
man who is very sure of himself. unmoved, no quiver of emotion passing
“I wish to felicitate the Citizen First his face, until the Corsican’s passion
Consul,” he said formally. “Destiny in spent itself. Then he bowed stiffly,
tervened miraculously for France in turned on his heel, and walked from the
sparing the Citizen First Consul’s life. room, followed by the withering glares of
And I have the good fortune of being all.
able to report that the unhappy Royal “Bon dieu, Citizen Fouche!” cried
ist conspirators—” Pierrot as they emerged into the open.
Not even the Royalist explosion of a “But why did you not hurl the truth
few hours before cut Fouche off more straight into the Citizen First Consul’s
sharply than the sharp crackle of the teeth? That would have brought him
Corsican’s outburst. to his senses like a dash of cold water.”
“Diable, Fouche!” roared Bonaparte. Fouche smiled ironically and gave an
“You dare come here after what has enigmatical shake of his head.
happened with a subterfuge on your lips. “Silence at times is golden, *';errot,”
Diantre! But do you think I will toler he said soberly. “And I saw that Cadou-
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dal had planned somewhat deeper than ringing in their ears, had their great
I thought. Our work has barely begun.” chance at last. They would destroy the
“But in the morning Citizen Bona minister of police and with him the last
parte will be himself,” Pierrot protested. bulwarks of Republican influence. That
“Certainly he will apologize when he would be another great step toward a
learns what we have done, Citizen new throne room at the Tuileries, a
Fouche.” crown for Napoleon I and a thousand
“Our work, Pierrot,” said Fouche, with regal rewards for the faithful.
another shake of his head, “has barely Whf>~ he had completed his estimate
begun. I want you to assemble the of the situation, Fouche began receiving
shrewdest agents in Paris and search the reports of the score of police agents
every inch of the Rue Nicaise for every whom he had thrown into the breach.
whit of evidence you can find.” There must be conclusive evidence of
“But, Citizen Fouche—” the Royalist guilt and that material evi
“Please, we will not discuss the matter dence must be unearthed. But succeed
further. I wish to occupy myself with ing reports revealed that the gunpowder
my own thoughts.” had left little behind. Of the horse that
Until long after midnight the minister drew the powder cart there was found a
of police remained at his desk, incom single hoof; of the cart, a pair of splin
municado, his level eyes fixed upon the tered spokes. And among the survivors
wall directly in front of him. Occasion in the neighborhood of the explosion
ally the thin smile tipped the corners of none was able to offer a whit of informa
his mouth, though with a grimness in tion.
which there was no mirth. Not since At daybreak Fouche turned his atten
his duel with Robespierre had he faced tion from the empty trail to another de
a more critical conflict. Fouche ac fensive weapon. Public opinion must be
cepted this estimate at the outset. In forged, the Royalists blamed in street
that grim struggle the guillotine of gossip. His own agents, incognito, must
Robespierre, red master of Paris, had shape the trend of discussion. A thou
hovered over his neck for days, only to sand men, decrying the Royalists in cafes
fall at last, out of the welter of black and public places, would set a hundred
intrigue, across the neck of Robespierre thousand tongues to wagging. Bona
himself. parte’s sensitive ears would not be deaf
But such a conclusive turning of the to such a force. Public opinion was not
tables upon the Corsican was out of all to be flouted too lightly even by the
reckoning. Fouche knew that he must First Consul.
be satisfied with the saving of his own But the first of the minister’s agents
neck and the necks of his followers. were receiving their instructions when
Bonaparte was a strong man, and this weapon was snatched from the
strongly entrenched. So strongly that Fouche hands, his blackest fears con
an open display of the Bonaparte dis firmed. A courier from the consulate
pleasure against any man was enough brought a bulky letter before the sun
to destroy that man. was up. Fouche slit the message open
Therefore, the present evidence against with a deliberate hand, though his quick
the Royalists, conclusive as it might ap intuition told him that the Corsican had
pear, was worthless. Bonaparte’s courts struck. He read:
would remember their master’s thoughts.
They would throw out charges based The Minister of Police will cause to be ar
rested as public enemies the conspirators
upon nothing better than the testimony listed.
of Fouche and Fouche’s own agents. So
Fouche’s enemies, with the government There followed four pages of names.
at their back and Bonaparte’s sanction Fouche’s expression did not change as
CITIZEN FOUCHfi 83
he read that list, upon which appeared out who bred this horse that drew the
the names of his stanchest supporters, powder cart. A Percheron, which means
Jacobins with whom he had shared black that it was purchased by some one of
hours of danger, men to whose loyalty ample means, and doubtless for the very
he owed his very life. When he had purpose.”
finished reading, he sent for Pierrot. “But our friends, Citizen Fouche,”
“Arrest these men immediately,” he cried Pierrot. “Is there not some way to
commanded. “Hold them in close con spare Bouvet, Dinant and Geraud at
finement and release none except upon least from a day in a dungeon?”
my personal order.” “Only by finding the man who sold
Pierrot took the order without ques that horse,” Fouche rejoined. “And
tion and turned hastily on his mission. please remember it may mean something
But in a few moments he was back in more than a day in a dungeon if we
the minister’s chamber trembling from fail.” Fouche’s shadowy smile passed
head to foot in suppressed passion. his face. “Was it not the Royalist who
“Citizen Fouche, but have you read said the guillotine is covered with cob
this list?” Pierrot demanded. “It bears webs? So I give you something to work
the names of our friends—even the for, Pierrot. Your own neck, and Bou
names of Bouvet and Dinant and vet’s and the other necks—including,
GeraUd. Our own faithful agents whom perhaps, my own. You will take per
the Citizen First Consul dares brand sonal charge of the search, and do not
conspirators and public enemies, though rest until you are successful.”
they have guarded his life with their
very own!” DAYS multiplied as the re
“You will carry out your orders, Pier lentless, silent search of France
rot,” said Fouche, looking sharply at went on—days in which Pier
him. “Furthermore, you will act with rot did not sleep. The shadow
out delay. Put two hundred gendarmes of disaster deepened over the ministry.
at work, and report back to me when The minister of police found his influ
you have done so.” ence ebbing swiftly toward the point
Pierrot stood for a moment, mouth where it would be a safe and simple
half open, the veins at neck and temple matter to throw him aside and with him
throbbing. But he managed to keep the last vestiges of Republican influence.
himself in hand and turn dutifully to his Arrest of the Jacobins shaped public
inexplicable task. When he returned in opinion. Before the end of a fortnight
half an hour, Fouche was sitting with Bonaparte had begun the trial of the al
the salvaged hoof on the desk before leged conspirators. One at a time they
him. were convicted. Punishment was meted
“So our agents have found no clue, out to fit the crime. Death by the guil
Pierrot?” he inquired whimsically. lotine, or banishment to Guiana, as the
“Nothing, Citizen,” said Pierrot, then courts decreed.
blurted out, “but what does that matter At the consulate Fouche was ignored.
when we have the plotters in our cells? He read in the eyes of ministers and
Does not the Citizen First Consul—” officials of all ranks his own impending
“Here is evidence,” Fouche cut in, ig doom. When the last of the one hun
noring Pierrot’s outbreak. “Under your dred and thirty Jacobins had been dis
very nose, Pierrot. I t should teach you posed of, then would come his turn. His
to be more observant, use your mouth secret police brought him the news from
less and your eyes and mind more. Note the cafes and casinos. The public was
this brand ‘H ’ on the hoof. Now then, turning against him; betting odds were
have our agents go to every breeder of that he would follow the plotters into
horses in France. Do it quickly. Find oblivion. But Fouche went silently
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about his business. He kept a strict “The description they give, does it
secret his arrest of Cadoudal and the fit Cadoudal or any of his henchmen?”
Royalist conspirators. They were his he inquired quietly.
great trump, but he must wait his op “Oui, Citizen, more than that,” Pier
portunity to play for great stakes. rot fairly shouted. “For I have taken
Then came the darkest blow of all. them to the cell and they have identified
Bouvet, Geraud and Dinant were con Cadoudal himself as the man who pur
demned to the guillotine. News that chased the horse from them.”
the faithful three would be executed in Fouche sat down. Coolly and with
another forty-eight hours shook Fouche out haste he questioned the two men.
out of his complacency, set him to a They verified everything. Moreover,
slow, measured pacing of his chamber. they were positive in their recognition
The spiderweb of misfortune was clos of Cadoudal. And the hoof, so well did
ing fast upon him now. Bouvet’s grim they know their stock that from the
silence, his refusal to speak out in his grim remnant they were certain in their
own behalf even when the red blade identification. Yes, by its size and shape
hung close over his neck, stirred Fouche they knew it to be the hoof of that iden
to action. Such loyalty warranted risks. tical mare they sold Cadoudal only two
He seized his pen and wrote a covert days before the explosion.
note to Madame Bonaparte, baiting it Fouche’s veins warmed with the nec
with the subtle hint that he held vital tar of victory. He indulged in the rare
information for which she must come luxury of rubbing his lean hands together
immediately. in satisfaction. His secret emissary re
Precarious though he saw this move turning from Madame Bonaparte with
to be, Fouche dispatched the note by a small, perfumed envelop, he tore it
secret messenger. In some way he must open with an amused detachment.
enlist Madame Bonaparte’s intervention. Madame Bonaparte refused to come.
By laying such a foundation he would She wrote in a cramped, disguised hand,
be able to beard the First Consul with a vague sentence or two. But between
a request for delay in the executions un the meager lines Fouche read volumes.
til new evidence could be uncovered. The Corsican’s mold was cast. Even
And even if this coup succeeded, it would Madame Bonaparte had accepted the in
all but destroy the great victory he had evitable. Or at least did not dare risk
planned for himself, a victory to humble the indiscretion of visiting a minister
that arrogant Corsican for all time. But who was marked for destruction.
since there was no word from Pierrot, Fouche smiled thinly, crumpled the let
the situation now demanded desperate ter and turned to Pierrot.
action, no matter what the compromise. “You will remove Cadoudal from
Two hours had passed; Fouche was among the others to a solitary cell, Pier
fretting for the response to his note when rot,” he directed. “At midnight you will
Pierrot appeared suddenly, his face bring him to me. These men of yours,
burning with triumph. He broke into make them comfortable for the night,
exultant speech on entering the chamber. and see that no one communicates with
“I ’ve found them, Citizen Fouche!” he them.”
cried, indicating two cowering peasants “But, Citizen Fouche—” Pierrot be
who followed him in chains. “Citizens, gan in hot protest.
here are the two men who sold the mare, “Do as I tell you!” Fouche snapped
and only two days before the explosion. him off. “Then return here for your
Our friends are safe!” further instructions.”
Fouche rose, his face expressionless ex The minister of police was lost in
cept for an unaccustomed light in his thought when Pierrot returned. That
eyes. thin smile was now stamped on his face
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and there was a gleam in his eyes as he Cadoudal in from his solitary cell at
stared at the wall. Pierrot shifted from midnight. Our spiderweb is ready for
one foot to the other until his patience the flies.”
suddenly bubbled over.
“But, Citizen Fouche, there is barely FOUCIIfi left the ministry
time!” he cried. “I expended three
coaches to get here before it was too
late, and our witnesses are ready to re
cite their story to the court.”
S after these instructions, and
went for the first time in
weeks to the Cafe of the Gol
den Goose for dinner. He sat alone for
“Their testimony, Pierrot, would make a leisurely two hours, toying with the
no impression upon either the Citizen viands, covertly noting the significant
First Consul or his court,” Fouche re glances and exchanges of cautious whis
plied ironically. “They would merely pers among the gilded officers and petty
order a keener edge on the great blade.” officials who filled the cafe. His goose
“But, Citizen, we have the proofs pos was cooked. A hundred francs to ten
itive of a great injustice!” thundered that he would lose his head within the
Pierrot. fortnight. The courts had passed judg
“When men must be convinced ment; the die was cast. Bonaparte was
against their will, your evidence must more than a match for such blase in
leave no possible loophole, Pierrot,” triguers. And the Citizen First Consul
Fouche replied, without raising his did well to clear the stage of red Re
voice. “There are great stakes in this publicans before setting up his throne.
little game, greater stakes than mere Fouche sensed the comment, read the
justice to a handful of unhappy Repub jibing thoughts as clearly as if they had
licans.” been shouted across the room at him.
“But are we to stand by and see our It warmed him with a glowing satisfac
friends murdered without raising a hand tion. Against such a background his
to help them?” Pierrot demanded. victory would be the more brilliant.
There was a flare in his black eyes, as Shortly before midnight he returned with
if in sudden suspicion of his own chief’s leisurely step to the ministry. Though
motives in this sinister intrigue. “Citi time pressed hard he felt no impatience.
zen,” he cried, “if Bouvet dies, I shall die The potion he made was brewing and
with him!” from it he would draw the nectar of vic
“Bouvet shall not die,” said Fouche tory when the critical moment came.
through his tight lips. “Nor Dinant, He was back at his desk at midnight
nor Geraud, nor any of the others. We when, with fine precision, Pierrot ush
have in our hands, Pierrot, a great vic ered in Cadoudal.
tory, if we do not muddle. Yes, as great The Royalist was lean, chalky and
a victory as Bonaparte won at Marengo. disheveled from his confinement on thin
Tomorrow the public will be singing our fare. And though Cadoudal had re
praises, shouting from the housetops ceived no word from the outside world,
that we foiled this terrible injustice. his arrogance had been fed by the long
Bonaparte has his neck in an embar delay in pressing charges against him,
rassment from which he can not escape, something of the reason for which he
and our enemies will be flouted forever. must have guessed.
Voild! Now your further instructions, “My Royalist friend, the complaint
Pierrot. Place two of our men in the you brought to Paris is about to be cor
cell with those Royalists disguised as rected,” said Fouche, turning to Cadou
prisoners. Have them whisper the word dal with a leering glitter in his eyes.
that they were betrayed by Cadoudal, “The cobwebs are being cleared from the
who is saving his own neck by testify guillotine, and we are preparing a Royal
ing against all of them. Then bring ist spectacle for the Place de la Repub-
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lique.” He bowed politely. shrinking back in his chair. “You are
Cadoudal winced under the cool cer up to some trick to extricate yourself
tainty of Fouche’s manner, but quickly from mischief, Citizen Fouche!”
mastered himself. “Listen to reason, Cadoudal. You are
“If Monsieur the minister of police a dead man now, except for a few mere
had not found himself fully circum formalities. You know the rules of evi
vented,” he sneered, “our heads would dence well enough to understand what
have strayed long ago. Oui, monsieur, will happen when I present your case in
your cell has not blinded us to what is the morning. So there is nothing left
happening, for all your bold pretense.” but the matter of your immortal soul
“I t is for this we have been waiting, and your loyalty to Louis. Will not
Cadoudal,” Fouche rejoined, taking up Louis erect a great monument to your
the telltale hoof. He signaled to Pierrot, name, eh? When he remembers that
who immediately ushered in the two you took the blade alone to save twenty
peasants. “And for these men, Mon of his faithful? And those men of yours,
sieur Cadoudal, who identify you posi is it not your duty to save them?”
tively. I really credited you with great Cadoudal studied the floor as he
er wit and caution than to leave such weighed the thought for a brief moment.
evidence behind you.” Then he turned livid and leaped impul
C ad o u d al gu lp ed c o n v u lsiv e ly , sively to his feet.
squirmed in his seat and recovered him “I t ’s absurd, I tell you!” he cried.
self to meet Fouche’s accusing eyes. “My men wouldn’t accept it, nor my
“The game is up, Cadoudal,” Fouche king.” He mustered a defiant smirk.
charged, as Pierrot took the witnesses “Go ahead with your trial and we’ll see
out. “All of you must die, a great loss what happens, Monsieur Fouch& If I ’m
not only to Louis XVIII, but to your not mistaken—”
selves, eh, Cadoudal?” He fixed Cadou “Pierrot!” Fouche commanded, cut
dal with his smile, leaned slowly forward ting Cadoudal off. “Take this prisoner
and added in a low voice, “But while back to the cell with the others. Pres
both justice and expediency demand ently I shall tell them that he refused
that the guilty must die, I ’m not un to save them, and perhaps they will deal
mindful that should the majority of with him, eh? And be prompt, Pierrot.
Louis’ faithful agents escape it might We must inspect the guillotine at once
serve his Majesty’s causes to great pur and make sure that Monsieur Cadoudal
pose one day. And mine as well, Mon and his henchmen have no fault to find
sieur Cadoudal.” tomorrow with its state of repair.”
Cadoudal started, hopefully. Citizen Fouche sat watching the
“Eh, la, But what do you mean, hands of his clock until Pierrot returned.
Monsieur Fouche!” he gulped eagerly. He left his shadow standing restlessly
“If one of you accepts the guilt—the until five minutes had passed, then rose
others may escape the blade, Cadoudal,” abruptly.
Fouche averred. “Our agent in the cell, Pierrot, has he
“One?” Cadoudal was breathless as passed the whisper that Cadoudal bar
he caught the earnestness in Fouche’s ters with the state for his own life?”
face. He turned the proposition over “But yes, Citizen Fouche. I read the
warily. “Eh, any one?” looks in their eyes when I took Cadoudal
“But one, monsieur. The leader of back to them.”
the flock. You, Monsieur Cadoudal, “Then it is now time to act,” said
who led them into this sorry mess, and Fouche, rising and leading the way to
complained that the guillotine is left in the dungeons under the ministry.
gross disuse.” No slightest doubt crept through his
“An absurdity!” cried Cadoudal, mind as he went to Cadoudal’s cell. His
CITIZEN FOUCIlF 87
web was spun. He had enmeshed his plunged in headlong, shouting his deci
man, woven Cadoudal’s vulnerability in sion aloud to drown Fouche’s bantering
to its strands beyond hope of extrication. words.
Cadoudal might flounder, but he could “I t is my place to die for my men,”
not escape. The Royalist’s vanity would he exclaimed with a dramatic toss of his
hold him in the last critical instant. arms. “I yield my neck to save my
Cadoudal’s responses had told him as friends.”
much. He threw open the cell and faced Fouche pointed a tense finger instant
Cadoudal’s twenty henchmen. Quietly ly at the open door of the dungeon.
but tersely he summarized the case “I accept!” he exclaimed. “Leave im
against them. mediately. And when you have signed
“And above and beyond that evidence your confession as an evidence of your
against you, messieurs,” he announced good faith, these others shall be freed,
in a low, insinuating voice, “there is one on condition that they leave Paris imme
among you who would betray his loyalty diately.”
to your cause. But I will not dwell upon Back in his chamber the minister of
that, for I have a proposition to make police dictated slowly the words of con
that will save nineteen of your necks. fession that suited his purpose. Ca
If there is one of you who will volunteer doudal, taking refuge in bravado, wrote
to die for all the others, I will release the with a steady hand. When he had
others at once. Since you all will die signed the document, the Royalist rose
otherwise, do I make a hard bargain, with an arrogant smile.
messieurs?” “I am curious, Monsieur Fouche,” he
The eyes of all were fixed upon Fouche sneered. “If circumstances dictated,
in a glowering stare. No one of them would we find the brave Minister of
spoke or moved as they weighed his Police offering his own neck to save
grim proposal with conflicting emotions. his friends and serve his master?”
A painful minute had ticked by when the “Certainly,” said Fouche, indulging his
youngest among them, a youth of nine vague smile. “But perhaps I serve my
teen, stepped forward impulsively. friends better by thinking for them,
“If you speak in earnest, monsieur,” which makes it unnecessary that they
he cried, “I will die for my king and my die, eh, Cadoudal?”
friends!” Fouche dismissed Cadoudal with a
There was another stifling silence, toss of his hand and sat down to pen an
then a second Royalist, barely older than order while the Royalist was led back
the first, pressed up from the rear and to his cell.
raised his hand. When Pierrot returned from Cadou-
“Monsieur is too young. I t is I who dal’s cell, Fouche handed him a crisp
must die!” he cried. document.
Fouche ignored the two. He had fixed “I will take the responsibility of this
his eyes upon Cadoudal. The Royalist order, Pierrot,” he announced quietly,
leader tried to avoid the gaze, then met his thin smile expanding slightly. “It
it with an awed fascination as he hov orders the release of all our friends from
ered on the brink of a yawning precipice prison. And you may take Bouvet,
that offered the one tragic avenue of es Dinant and Geraud to the Golden Goose
cape. for wine and food—and to provide a
“Are there no others who have the feast for the eyes of prying officials. I
courage to save you?” Fouche leered. go to the Tuileries with this document of
“Does the man who led you fear—” Cadoudal’s, and to slip our good halter
Cadoudal’s decision crystallized. He back upon that balky little Corsican.”
cA Com plete N o velette o f the
“ / ° V H , SURE, he’s mad all right,” he could hear the cursed name.
I 1 Hogan said, staring after the “Quite crazy,” Hogan said, wiping his
figure that limped away among neck . . .
the palms. “Long time now since he But Lambert wasn’t crazy. He was
came to Waihiti. Only fit for shark a t pains to assure himself of this. It
bait.” seemed of enormous importance that he
Rafferty of the Saint Anne grinned. should prove this to his own satisfaction.
“What’s the bee in his bonnet?” Surely no one could remember the past
“Some bloomin’ box th at he’s lost. with such devilish clarity of detail un
Hadn’t got the sense to know how to less he were sane. He knew what every
keep it, I reckon.” body on the island thought of him.
“Seaman, ain’t he?” Even the Kanakas believed he was
“Says he is,” said Hogan, beginning crazy. Not that it mattered to them.
to attack a crate of trade goods with a They thought all white men were more
rusty hammer. or less queer.
His fat, sturdy body dripped with Lambert came to the bay beyond
sweat under the Pacific sun. Tall, thin West Point. Under a solitary palm high
Rafferty watched him lazily. above the sand he sat down, his back
“Says he used to sail aboard the pressed hard against the trunk. The
Fanny Davis,” pursued Hogan. “Al wind from the sea fluttered the rags of
ways mouthin’ about it, so he is. The his shirt and worried the frayed ends of
Old Man was called Maultry— Hullo, his trousers. On the barrier reef the
what’s he stoppin’ for?” singing waves hammered out their ever
The slouching figure had paused, half lasting chorus. Oh, it was peaceful
turning, as though even at that distance enough on Waihiti. But he didn’t want
South Seas
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The
Box
Every trader in the Pakahikis knew
him. And strangers were warned by
Hogan. No one wanted a lame rat,
reputed to be halfwitted. He might try
a stowaway again. He’d tried it three
times.
He stretched himself out, flat on his
belly, his face buried on his outspread
arms. Later he’d go up to Hogan’s
peace. He remembered that once upon and beg another whisky. He shut his
a time Maultry had said th at a quiet eyes, and immediately he saw Maultry,
life was the worst thing the devil could as he had seen him on that last night
wish on a man. in Fuchow, more than five years ago.
Maultry! I t was when the Fanny Davis was
The name roused him, as it roused slinking down the coast in the China
him every time its heavy syllables Seas that Maultry first cast his eyes on
crossed his mind or his lips. He sat Lambert’s box. The old Fanny nosed
bolt upright, his thin body quivering, her way into a storm that would have
his small bright eyes dark with anger. finished any other vessel; Maultry did
With a hot hand he pushed away the n’t care. He cared for nothing in the
tousled black hair that tumbled damply world or out of it, did Maultry. With
about his forehead. his own bare hands he forced the ship to
Lord, if he could but get at the fel ride out the storm, coaxing her, bully
low! Yes, get at him and choke him, ing her, putting her up into the tearing,
tearing the thick throat until his fin screaming wind as coolly as though he
gers . . . were in the midst of a choppy sea on a
“If I could find him,” he said aloud. fresh Autumn morning. He knew very
“But I ’ll never find him. The sea—I well what sort of timber he was han
CEn t dling. The Fanny Davis wasn’t much to
He stared at the heaving blue water look at, but her dogged resistance to the
beyond the lagoon. Somewhere out thrash and fret of the waves outweighed
there his enemy lived and moved, while the appearance of her clumsy lines and
he himself must remain a prisoner on old fashioned build.
Waihiti. He’d never get a ship again. Maultry knew she’d never sink in
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anything less than a typhoon. So he deck, waist deep in water. The long
hung on grimly to the tiller, squaring boat was ready. The excited, clamor
his powerful body to the northwest wind ing men tore at the ropes like mad
that nearly cut his eyelids off. When things. Ha, thought Maultry, they’ll
he perceived that his crew were turn find it’s not so easy to launch the damn
ing white about the gills, he laughed. thing. Better stay here and fight it out.
It was at times like these that he smelled But they weren’t staying. They
out secrets, and saw all the things that couldn’t even weigh their chances up.
his men thought they had hidden so In the grip of fear one thought, one mad
well. Five whites and seven lascars idea, remained in their minds; to escape
aboard the schooner, and all of ’em rats from the ship. From hulking Tommy
—rats! With enormous contempt he Danvers to the thinnest lascar they
surveyed them as they scurried about were of one mind.
the boat. Look at fat Dominico, the Maultry dismissed them from his
great swarthy fool— consciousness for ten minutes. The
“Hey, Dominico! Come here!” foaming sea occupied all his attention.
“Signor, signor, we are lost! Saint It roared and spat at the Fanny Davis.
Antonio, he forget us. Antonio mio, ora The deck was awash. From the lee
pro nobis—” scuppers the water spouted fiercely
“Shut up, you fat swine,” Maultry every time the ship rolled. Gray and
shouted. “What’s up with those blasted green and black and white, the sea
lascars? Afraid?” roared about the ship in column, swirl
“Si, signor, they all afraid.” and eddy. The deadly northwest wind
Maultry frowned. To his superb self- cut at her like the sword of the Lord.
confidence fear was utterly contempti Maultry set his teeth. Ride it, ride
ble, utterly incomprehensible. He shot it, he adjured her. Ride it, you jewel,
a quick glance at the panting, dripping you swan, you damned slut! Up—up
Dominico clinging to a stanchion and up—/
shrugged his shoulders. In a lull that lasted a hundred and
“No time to waste on ’em now. Say thirty-two seconds he had a chance to
that the boats can go. And be damned see what his men were doing. They had
to all of you.” managed to launch that cockleshell of a
He raised his great voice in a roar. longboat, then. Good. He hadn’t sup
“Lambert! Make the longboat ready. posed they had the guts left. Already
Bo-o-oat ready!” the lascars were piling in, shoving aside
Dominico and the burly Danvers.
HOW they scampered and Where was Lambert? Ah, here he came,
To the survivors it appeared th at a wet in their dhows watched the Fanny Davis
green hell swallowed them up for good. like lynxes. Had it not been for the
But apparently only the lascars and the tiger Maultry, they might have chanced
little squid from the galley tasted good. their luck in a quick raid. But they
The rest were spat out again, to lie knew Maultry.
winded and half drowned, jammed to
gether against the deckhouse. Of the HE AWOKE before the
longboat and its dusky load nothing was others and rolled stiffly out of
ever seen. his bunk. His sodden clothes
When Maultry could find time to look had dried on him. They were
at his rats again, they were crawling to stiff and caked with salt. Slowly he
their feet, limp and deathly sick. dressed in drier garments, pausing to
Schultz’ best clothes had been swept rub his thickset, hairy body with a
from his frenzied clasp. But the others rough towel. As he dressed he made
—M aultry’s eyes narrowed. Dominico’s quick plans. He was looking forward
bundle, Danvers’ parcel in sacking, and to his jaunt on shore, when he would
Lambert’s black box—something good stride down Maitland Street and watch
in each of them, hey? Something the people scuttle out of his way. He
damned good, that they should have knew what they said of him, those seedy
been chosen to go into that sea-hell with whites who cocked it so ignorantly
their owners. among the wily, sly eyed townsfolk.
Time and the hour, time and the hour, “There goes Maultry,” they said.
thought Maultry. They ran through the “Nothing’s ever stopped him.”
rough day a t last, and just before sun True, that. Nothing ever stopped him
down the wind dropped. The crew of when he had made up his mind. And
the Fanny Davis had supposed—wrong he had made up his mind now. Some
ly—that the limit of their endurance thing in a blue bundle, something in a
had been reached. They were unde parcel of sacking, something in a black
ceived very thoroughly by an enraged box . . .
Maultry. He staggered from the wheel Over the meal that they ate later in
that he had held for thirteen hours and the damp saloon, he watched each man
lashed Dominico in his place—yes, that by the light of the hanging lamp.
fat Dominico, whose huge fingers re Schultz had a face like a horse. His
fused to grip until M aultry poured rum white eyebrows and bleached hair made
into him. him look old. Maultry poured out cof
Throughout the night M aultry and fee from the black pot and said:
his three remaining men struggled with “Bad luck about your clothes. Best
tangled cordage and torn sails until suit, ain’t it?”
Lambert dared not stand still for fear The sullen pale eyes lighted up.
that he would fall, and Danvers swore “Ja, all my best.”
in three languages. But Maultry beat He talked on in a flood of resentful
him, for he swore back in five. English and German. Maultry heard
At noon next day the Fanny Davis him out, but he wasn’t listening. He
limped into harbor where a huddle of was watching Lambert and Danvers and
junks and a trader or two had watched Dominico as their brains sought furi
out the storm. As soon as the rattle of ously for lies with which to beat off the
the anchor chain sounded the men question which they knew he would
dropped where they stood and slept like shoot at them.
the seven sleepers of Ephesus. Hour Schultz finished his tirade in a mum
after hour they slept, until a pallid sun ble of oaths. Across his weak tenor
wavered down a watery sky and the first came the roll of Maultry’s bass.
stars showed. The slant eyed Chinese “Danvers, you were pretty set on
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something, weren’t you? Something and went out, hands thrust into his
worth having, eh? A bit heavy to car pockets.
ry?” In the glare of the yellow light
“Reckon it don’t matter a red cent, Maultry ripped up the coarse stuff with
boss.” his jack-knife. In silence he drew out
“No?” a crumpled, sea wet object and shook
“No,” said Danvers, breathing heavi it out. It was a robe of flowered silk
ly. “Guess I can smell out what you’re sewn with little pearls and gold thread.
after. Like to see it, wouldn’t you? He eyed it critically. The pearls were
Well, you won’t.” valuable, he decided. But he said
Maultry said suddenly— nothing. He rolled the silk up again
“I ’ll play you for it.” and threw it on a locker, where its
He waited, knowing his man. Know crumpled folds showed crimson and blue
ing that Danvers could resist the lure under the yellow light.
of women, but not the lure of the Maultry cracked his fingers and
thumbed, greasy pack. Danvers’ eyes looked at Dominico. The stout body
glinted. He knew that if he won, he writhed protestingly.
would be allowed to keep his treasure in “Signor—"
peace. Maultry would accept the de Maultry shot out a hairy arm. His
cision of the cards. Chance it, then. The hand caressed Dominico’s neck. His
gambler in him rose to the bait. fingers sank swiftly, cruelly, into the
“Cut you for it,” he said, not too rolls of flesh.
steadily. “What were you carrying, you fat
From the pocket of a coat hanging on slob?”
the wall he took a pack with blue but “Signor, what should I—”
terflies on the back. Without looking “Cut it out,” _M aultry said quietly.
at them he flung them a-sprawl on the “You know what the law is on this ship.
table. They skittered against the mast You know everything comes into the
around whose base the table was built. common pool. You—all of you—what
With an impatient hand Maultry gath right have you to any private loot? Eh?
ered them up and tossed them to Tell me that.”
Schultz for shuffling. In a tense silence “Loot!” young Lambert echoed, lean
Danvers turned up the ten of clubs. ing forward across the table. “Let me
But Maultry licked his great fingers and tell you—”
beat him with a red queen. “Shut your mouth,” M aultry flung at
Danvers went white. He picked up him. “I ’ll deal with you in a minute.
the queen and stared at it. His right I ’ve dealt fair with all of you, and you’ll
hand moved uncertainly. He wasn’t deal fair with me, or I ’ll stretch you out
such a fool as to draw on Maultry. But cold.”
he’d have given a year of his life for “Fair!” Lambert blazed a t him.
the courage to try. He began to bluster “Huh, I ’ll say th a t’s the word! Fair to
instead and Maultry raked him up and yourself, th at’s all. Everything’s to be
down with his deep eyes and said dryly: brought to you, as if we were dogs after
“Stop opening that trap of yours. I ’m hares. Half a share for you and the
ready for the goods.” other half between the rest of us. You’re
Without a word Danvers lurched choking Dominico.”
away to his bunk. They heard him “I t’s what we agreed, ain’t it? Shut
stirring things about. No one moved up, Dominico. What is it you want to
or spoke till he returned. The sacking hide, Lambert?”
was still wet. For a moment he held “Let him go. You’ll strangle him.
the shapeless lump greedily, desperately. Look at his eyes. Maultry, look at his
Then he banged it down on the table eyes!”
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Dominico’s fat, nerveless body was what’s mine, see? Danvers is a fool and
lolling forward. His hands clawed un- Dominico’s a coward. But you can’t
availingly at his master’s arm. Maultry bluff me, Maultry. You’ve talked about
released him suddenly. He groaned and acting fair. How many times have you
pitched forward on the table, dragging cheated us when you’ve doled out our
at his throat where the tortured veins mangy bit of a share? Every time.
throbbed and quivered. Every time, do you hear? Well, you’re
“What is it you want to hide, Lam not having the chance again. I ’m quit
bert?” ting. Tomorrow.”
He spat out the last words, and im
HE MOVED closer, and Lam mediately his brain flashed a warning.
bert’s nostrils quivered at his What the devil had made him say that?
approach. They stood facing Too late to call it back. He went on
each other, oblivious of the recklessly, his slight body taut, a little
noisy Dominico and the silent Schultz. pulse beating to suffocation in his
Maultry had red hair—a great unruly throat.
bush of it. His eyes were the cold, hard “I t ’s a damned rotten life,” he was
blue of slate. Young Lambert felt a saying. “I ’m sick of it. There’s men
curious tremor at the nearness of that lying drowned because of us. I can see
flaming hair, those bitter eyes. But he ’em sometimes at night, all at the bot
stood his ground, in spite of a sudden tom of the China Sea, with their faces
dryness in his throat. eaten out by the fishes. I ’ve stuck
“I ’m hiding nothing,” he managed to your ways for nine months and it’s nine
say. ‘T m keeping what’s mine, th at’s months too long. I ’d have quit before
all. See? When I joined this outfit I if I ’d had the nerve. I ’m through with
came in with my eyes shut. I was down you, Maultry.”
and out and I jumped at anything that He swayed drunkenly, and Maultry
said food. T hat’s how you get your said:
crew, isn’t it? Pick ’em out of the “Too much rum. Go to your bunk.”
garbage can.” But he didn’t go. He stood there de
“Tell me this,” Maultry interrupted. fiant, his breath coming too quickly, his
“How would our trade go on if each heart beating too fast. Maultry’s cruel
man took what he wanted?” mouth tightened. He said smoothly:
“Trade? Trade in other men’s goods. “Very well. Tomorrow. Do what you
We ought to fly the skull-and-crossbones. like. You’ve never been any good.
Thieves, looters—th a t’s all we are. White livered. A cowardly fool.”
Told me you traded ivory and copra. He half turned away, shrugging his
My God, what a fool I was!” great shoulders. The light from the
He began to laugh, high, hysterical hanging lamp turned his hair to fire.
laughter. Through the open doorway came the
“Everything in the pool. That’s the sound of the tide against the sides of
idea, isn’t it? You can’t say I haven’t the ship. Dominico lifted his heavy
acted fair up to now.” bulk and staggered to the porthole. He
“Fair?” Maultry blazed at him. opened it and the smell of the sea
“You call it fair to keep back some of rushed in. On the side of his throat were
the goods? You hand it all over, get great purple ridges. The impassive
me? Hand it over. Now. And quick. Schultz eyed him stolidly.
If you don’t—” Maultry poured out a drink. He hesi
Lambert went white. tated, and then filled a glass for Lam
“Blast your soul, you can keep that bert. His cold eyes betrayed nothing.
bluster for the rest,” he said hoarsely. In an even voice he said:
“This time it’s different. I ’m keeping “FTI be glad to be rid of you. But
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we needn’t cut each other’s throats.” try to stop Maultry when he went ber
He raised his glass and Lambert re serk. Dumbly they watched him as he
sponded. The liquid showed clear and stormed about the ship, peering, prying,
amber. But it never reached their lips. tapping the bulkheads with a hammer.
Maultry had a left hook that was In vain.
like a rope’s kick. It came smashing Then, quite suddenly, he knew. Out
into Lambert’s face and landed right of a corner on the top shelf of his brain
between the eyes. Lambert reeled back, stole a picture. A picture of himself
the full glass crashing from his hand into passing the hold and pausing to watch
a hundred splinters. The room spun in Lambert swing himself up by the rope
a wild confusion—lockers, ropes, a torn that hung over its black depths. He
chart, Dominico’s back, Schultz’ star remembered a sharp question and a re
tled face. Lambert staggered and went ply that should have been satisfactory
down, taking with him into blackness but—in some vague way—was not.
the last things of which he was con Maultry snatched up the lantern
scious—the ice of Maultry’s eyes, the again and went to the hold. In its
fire of Maultry’s hair. malodorous depths he flashed the light
here and there. His heart beat fast with
II excitement. Now—now— He set the
lantern on the ground and swung his
AULTRY was searching the hammer gently against the timber . . .
throat, but his shivering body had not “You’re to be kept here, understand?
the strength to tackle him yet. Pres Most likely there’ll be a guard on you
ently, presently—all in good time. Later day and night till we’re well out to sea.”
on he would face him again, stand up “B-but if y-you were on guard?”
with desperate animal courage to the Lambert stuttered eagerly. “Danvers,
huge, grim fists and contemptuous eyes you can share with me. I promise you
of Maultry. But not just yet. He —I ’ll swear it on any blasted thing you
sagged back against the supporting like—”
wood and fought off the faintness which Danvers hesitated.
threatened him. “We’ll see, then; I can’t promise.
“Danvers,” he whispered, “what are What’ll my life be worth if you make a
you here for? Does he reckon I ’ll make getaway while I ’m on guard? How am
a getaway?” I to square up with Maultry?”
“Just that. He’s aiming to keep you “Don’t come back,” Lambert retort
aboard till we sail. After that—well, ed. “Quit the ship and take a chance
the sea’s deeper than the harbor. He with me. What I ’ve got, I tell you—
don’t want you making trouble in what I ’ve got—”
Fuchow. Get that? Our cute Maultry “Easy does it,” Danvers admonished
don’t want trouble explaining how him. “Lie low a bit. Get inside. Get
things come to be this way. And he al in! I can hear him.”
lows that if you get ashore you’ll start Lambert vanished. A heavy tread
something.” came down the alleyway. With a heart
“He’s a swine,” Lambert said pas like a sledge-hammer Lambert heard
sionately. M aultry’s voice raised in a question, and
Danvers hushed him sharply. Danvers’ answering mumble. Then
“Do you have to sing out that way? came retreating steps, and silence. At
Want to get me in trouble, eh? Sure the end of seven minutes Lambert tip
he’s a swine. But he’s a clever swine, toed to the door and tried it.
Lambert. You’ll never make a getaway But it was locked. Pressing his ear
from here. Die here like a rat, you will.” against it, he could hear no sound save
Lambert swore at him and crept back the noise of some one whistling in the
to his bunk. He flung himself down, distance.
the tears smarting against his eyelids. I t never crossed his mind to wonder
Danvers was a sport. Danvers meant why Maultry had set Danvers to watch
him no harm. He was afraid of Maul that night—friendly, talkative Danvers,
try as every man aboard was afraid of rather than the taciturn Schultz or the
Maultry. embittered but faithful Dominico. Lam
As he lay there in the gray dawn a bert thought of nothing but the pros
plan began to mature in his brain. pect of escape. Danvers would help
Why should he have to stay where he him. He would get away all right—yes,
was? He saw now that he must quit get away from Maultry.
the ship as soon as he could. Danvers A faint noise, and he turned quickly
would help him. Good stuff in Danvers, to see a piece of paper pushed under
in spite of the beggar’s shifty eyes. He the door. He snatched it up.
examined the plan and could find no He’s going ashore now.
flaw. With feverish excitement he crept
to the door again. Danvers’ shadow Lambert smoothed out the paper and
showed eerily on the wall. He came read it time and again. Danvers would
quickly at the faint call. Carefully he row Maultry ashore in the dinghy and
listened, nodding his fair head in agree then return. His heart began to beat
ment. But he remained skeptical. faster. Escape, escape! He would get
“You’ll never do it,” he decided. ashore. He and Danvers together—
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Danvers was a good friend, a real good would be one on Maultry all right! For
chap . . . fifty seconds he was tempted. He saw
Far away in the ship a sound of himself wealthy, powerful, able to defy
whistling began. the world and Maultry besides. But
his senses returned. He had known
Ill men tracked down by Maultry. Their
c
ends had varied. But the result was
HOME on now, jump to it, Lam the same.
bert.” They were in the hold and he had
“Where is he?” taken the lantern from Lambert’s un
“He’s gone ashore. So’s Schultz and steady hand. With growing curiosity
the wop. We’re all on our little lone he watched while the eager fingers felt
some and I ’ve got the dinghy tied.” and groped and found what they
“You’re sure he’s gone? Sure, Dan sought. Lambert had hidden his trea
vers?” sure in a cavity which he had scooped
“Oh, hell, yes. Do you think I want out in a beam. Maultry had gon< very
to doublecross you?” near i t but it was high, just too high
“No. Oh, no. Sure, th at’s all right. for his swinging hammer head. Lam
Come on. I ’ll get it. You don’t know bert piled two packing cases one on the
where it is. He didn’t know.” other and went up like a monkey.
“He had a notion, though. He figured His head throbbed and every bone in
it was in the hold.” his body ached, but he stuck grimly to
“Did he look?” his task. With the blade of his jack
“Did he? I ’ll say he did. Nearly knife he levered and teased the wood
three hours he was down there smash until it moved, dropping forward to
ing about.” disclose the ebony box. He snatched
“Didn’t smash in the right places, eh? it' out and slammed the wood into po
No. Lord, I feel queer on my feet. Let sition again. He leaped down, knife in
me catch hold of you. Gimme some one hand, box in the other. Danvers’
more whisky— That’s better. Come eyes lighted up.
on. He might come back. Yes, it’s “Let’s have a look.”
in the hold all right. Hustle, can’t “No. Not now. He might come
you?” back.”
Lambert dragged Danvers to the Swallowing his chagrin, Danvers fol
hold. It was long past noon, and the lowed him sulkily. Lambert hurried
heat was intense. But Lambert was ahead, oblivious now of everything in
impervious to heat and dizziness and the world save the necessity of reaching
the racking pain in his head. His shore before Maultry returned from
bruised face was aflame with desire. Fuchow.
Through the deserted ship they hurried, The dinghy rocked in the tide. From
and though Lambert saw no living be the huddled town came the jangle of
ing yet, it seemed that the living spirit a thousand wind bells and the lonely
of Maultry hung about still, watching note of a horn. For a moment Lambert
him with sinister, deadly intent. stood motionless on deck. Here was
Danvers shared in his excitement. He the end then, and the beginning. The
was of two minds as to his course of end of the reckless life aboard the
action as he strode toward the hold. Fanny Davis, the end of raids and pil
Should he go through with it and trust lage, the end of Maultry and the things
to Maultry’s sense of fairness for his for which he stood. From now on Lam
share of the goods? Or should he conk bert might straddle the world if he
Lambert over the head and not bother chose. Danvers? Yes, Danvers should
to let Maultry know? Lord, but it have his reward, to spend it inevitably
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in pubs and dens and brothels. Good street they went, Lambert ahead, his
luck to him anyway, thought Lambert. slight figure moving warily, his bright
He’s been a darned good pal to me. eyes alert for signs of a sudden jostle
Why, without him— and confusion that await the stranger
“Hey, there!” shouted Danvers from who looks as if he might be worth rob
the dinghy. “Come on, can’t you?” bing.
He swung into the dinghy. With The street,of Nine Delights looked
enormous care he had wrapped his bad and smelled worse. Bells were
treasure in a red handkerchief and knot ringing everywhere, even on the thin
ted the ends to make a bundle such as white ponies in from the hill country
seamen carry. His thin, pale face was with loads of tsai, eggs, wild oranges.
tense with emotion. Over his bruised No wind stirred the shopkeepers’ signs
forehead his black hair hung in lank, which hung motionless like painted car
strappy locks. Danvers, remembering pets. All around moved the yellow
his part, said suddenly— people, and something about their walk
“Get under, can’t you?” and their dark eyes set obliquely in their
Instantly Lambert crawled under the pale flat faces confused and angered
tarpaulin that lay negligently thwart- Lambert.
ships. Crouched there, he listened to He hurried on, staring straight ahead.
the creak of the oars in the locks and He did not look behind. If he had, he
wondered whether he would be alive by might have been in time to catch Dan
evening. vers in the act of raising his arm in a
For he had yet to avoid M aultry’s signal for which two eyes were watch
eye among the myriad eyes of Fuchow. ing—two eyes out of the myriad eyes
Suppose he were seen by chance? Sup of Fuchow.
pose he ran into Schultz or Dominico?
Suppose—well, suppose Danvers wasn’t THE House of the Seven
on the square? Damned nonsense, he Thousand Grandsons lay on
told himself roughly, and raised his head the outskirts of Fuchow.
so that he could watch the brawny arms Lambert and Danvers waited
at their work. On toward Fuchow they to walk through the rice fields at dusk.
went, and presently Danvers said casu All the afternoon they sat in a corner
ally— of Lister’s place down in Francis Street,
“Going to unload the goods here or just beyond the Padang docks. Maul-
wait for a ship?” try never went there. He preferred
“Unload ’em here,” Lambert retorted. flashier, smarter places, where fan-tan
“What’s the good hanging around wait was played for high stakes, and where
ing for a New York boat? I might get he might count on finding a cosmopoli
a better deal, but it’s too damn risky.” tan crowd among whom he would be
“Going to old Sen?” sure to recognize useful acquaintances.
“I was thinking of it. We’ll get a He favored White Olssen’s in Ridgeway,
good price from him.” or the Golden Candlestick down in the
“Sure. House of the Seven Thousand Street of Blue Lanterns.
Grandsons, ain’t it?” Lister’s place wasn’t smart, but it had
“Yes. Are we nearly in?” one enormous asset—safety. Lister
“Pretty well. Lie doggo for a bit. himself had been a bartender in Green
Craft passing.” wich Village until he hit a cop with a
Lambert lay low till he felt the bump quart pot which left a deeper mark than
of the dinghy against the rickety jetty. he intended. Lister said it was the cop’s
Danvers had chosen a secluded corner fault for having a thin skull, but he
and Lambert crept out of the dinghy didn’t suppose that the coroner’s jury
unobserved. Into the noisy, stinking would see eye to eye with him on that
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point. He was a small, spruce man brain went round like a squirrel in a
with a squint, and he shaved so often cage, trying in vain for some brilliant
that his skin was blue and tender. His phrase, some flash of wit that would
shabby, friendly room seemed a haven claim her attention.
to the harassed, nervous Lambert. At the end of ten minutes Danvers
He poured out rum at Danvers’ re saw Lister beckoning from the counter.
quest and eyed Lambert’s bruises. He went over, and immediately Rosie
“You had a fall?” he inquired diplo put down the things in her hand and
matically. “Guess you want arnica. pretended to readjust a bit of plaster on
Rosie’ll fix you up. Oh, Rosie!” Lambert’s cheek.
At his call Rosie Lister came into Her full rich voice sank to a solicitous
the bar. At that time she was nineteen. whisper:
Her yellow hair was piled on top of “Who’s been at you?” she asked.
her shapely head. Her eyes were brown “Who’s been beating you up?”
and saucy. She had plump white arms Lambert winced.
and a round white neck. Her treat “Maultry.”
ment of her father’s patrons had “Him? Damn his eyes for .a coward,
brought much custom to Lister. The then. A kid like you!”
impudence of her sharp tongue coupled He said hotly—
with her physical attractiveness proved “I ’m twenty-four.”
a magnet that drew many a seafarer to “Oh, yes? Where are you going with
the dingy house in Francis Street. Danvers?”
“My!” she said at sight of Lambert’s “Oh, no place.”
face. “How’ve you gotten yourself in “You’ve been away a long time.”
this mess? All right, I ’ll fix you up. He choked out—
Well, Danvers, how’re all your wives?” “You—you thought about me?”
She fetched arnica and warm water. Her brown eyes dropped, and she an
Soon her deft hands were at work. I t swered softly:
was Danvers with whom she talked and “Maybe. They ain’t many nice guys
laughed, Danvers who bandied quick come in here. Too fresh. But you—just
jests with her. Lambert sat like a log a kid.”
and said nothing. Yet his tongue Her eyes met his. They had lost
burned with the words he was trying their bold look and were shy and tender.
to say. No doubt she thought of him Lambert stuttered out:
merely as some one to be tended. It “You feel that way, Rosie? I ’ve
wasn’t likely that she took much no thought about you all the time. You—
tice of him. He had seen her three times' you wouldn’t care if you got out of here,
in two years. No, she wouldn’t pay would you?”
much attention to him. “I wouldn’t care,” she agreed. “But
He felt stupid and tired and sick. there—not much chance for me to settle
When she had finished and he no longer down.”
felt the touch of her cool fingers, he “I—I ’m going to be rich,” he blurted
tried to thank her. But because of the out. “Maybe I ’d want to settle down
way in which his heai*t beat he could too, Rosie. If I come back for you,
only say: pretty soon.”
“Well, Rosie, thank you. Very kind— “Money don’t matter all that much,”
thank you . . .” she told him. “Dad’s got a bit to spare
She didn’t seem to hear. She gathered for me.”
up the jar of arnica and the basin of They were silent, staring into each
warm water and then stood with her other’s eyes with a secret, troubled look
bright eyes fixed on Danvers, talking that had in it ecstasy and joy and sweet
nonsense with him, while Lambert’s deep pain.
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ter’s place in Francis Street. He told ask for Bill Cutler and say Harry How
himself he’d sooner die than let Rosie ard sent you. He’s a pal of mine. He'll
see him like this. His pride rose rebel- see you right.”
liously at the thought that she might
pity him. Pity! Hell, that wasn't what HE LANDED at Singapore,
he wanted. Yet the day came when he but before he went ashore old
was grateful enough for a man’s pity. Sam dressed him down in a
That was in Singapore. Yes, he got speech that he kept for stowa
as far as that. Luck favored him one ways. Usually it reduced them to help
dark night, and he crept aboard a pas less rage, but it passed right through
senger boat. Not until later did he find Lambert’s head, in a direct line from
that her captain was old Sam Treloar, one ear to the other. He went down
that red faced bully whose name was a the gangplank with nothing in the
byword from Bangkok to Frisco. world save his clothes and the ferret
Crouching in the hold on the third day faced steward’s two one dollar bills . . .
out he was found and dragged on deck, He went along to Bill Cutler’s place
resisting with all his might. Old Sam and the name of the ferret eyed steward
made him work his passage, and there brought him a handshake from burly
were times when he wished he had Bill with his one gray eye and cabbage
braved the starvation and misery of ears. Been a bruiser, Bill had, and his
Fuchow for a little longer. right could still lay a man out the first
“Got to keep ’em under,” he heard time. He gave Lambert a gun and got
old Sam explaining to a couple of gog him a berth as cook in the ocean tramp
gle eyed passengers. “Yes, sir, they got Albatross, a stinking, rolling tub that
to be kept right under. No use handing was going to Bangkok with a mixed
out pity. Kick in the pants, th at’s cargo. Lambert leaped at the job, but
what they want. Yes, he’s working his decided after two days that his joy had
passage. Oh, he tells some garble about been premature. The smell of oil and
being robbed. All stowaways have al rotten fish never left the galley. He
ways been robbed. That’s an old tale.” suffered from seasickness, and the mate
They all laughed noisily. took a dislike to him and swore at his
“Lame, isn’t he?” said one of the pas cooking.
sengers. Lambert endured what he must and
“That’s so,” said Sam in a satisfied made the best of what he could, and the
way. “I t ’s very little he can do to earn Albatross lurched into Bangkok five and
his grub. But we keep him at it. We a half days late. lie quit the ship as
keep him at it.” soon as possible and mooned about,
They did. His hands grew sore with staring at the fantastic temples whose
eternal polishing and scrubbing. So curled roofs gleamed against a deep
tired was he that they had to kick him sky. He found the Siamese folk a friend
awake. The crew were a healthy, care ly lot. They ran in and out of each
less lot who turned away instinctively other’s houses all day long, and ate sit
from his emaciated body and taciturn ting round a big cooking pot first in one
speech. Only a ferret eyed steward cast dwelling, then in another.’ He went to
a friendly eye at him, and said that he a cinema and sat solemnly through
had heard of Maultry and the Fanny thirty-six episodes of an aged serial
Davis. He gave Lambert an old pair of called “The Exploits of Elaine”. He
trousers, two one dollar bills and an ad wandered down to the water and
dress in Singapore where he was to men watched the brown boys diving. For
tion the steward’s name. three days he hung about the docks try
“Tell ’em Harry Howard,” he re ing to get news of Maultry. He knew
peated earnestly to Lambert. “You - that the ..Fanny Davis occasionally
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learned to live on rice and tepid water. The irony of it, the blasted irony!
He slept where he could. Every day he “D ’ye ken yon ship?” said a hairy
went down to the harbor and watched fellow who was coiling a rope. “Fine I
the boats sailing for the Islands. His ken her. She’s the Fanny Davis, sailin’
lameness precluded him from every job into Bangkok.”
except that of cook. And every vessel Yes, the Fanny Davis, sailing into
that docked carried a cook. Bangkok.
Slowly, slowly grew his hoard of
money — English, American, Dutch, V
French. At the end of eight months
he had enough. He went down to the H E Fanny Davis took her nefa-
harbor for the last time and found his
way to the battered schooner with whose
owner he had made a bargain seven
T 'rious way into Bangkok and Lam
bert sailed on to .Waihiti, with a
savage anger in him that seemed to burn
weeks before. He paid away everything up his bones. Was this how it was to
except a two-cent piece and an English end? Was he to be the butt and sport of
shilling. He had the clothes he stood up chance all his life? The long idle days
in and his gun—no other asset save his streamed by, and every hour found him
unconquerable determination. sunk deeper in despondency. He
They weighed anchor just before thought of Rosie, and his thoughts
dawn and set out in a fair wind for Wai- sheered away again as he pictured her
hiti, first port of call. Behind them lay waiting for him. Then he told himself
the city, its curved towers pricking the he was a fool to expect that sort of
sky. The edge of the sun showed, and faithfulness in these days. Did he ex
Lambert bit back a mad desire to shout pect things to turn out as they do in
aloud. He was on his way at last. Af the colored supplements depicting “The
ter months of hardship and disappoint Sailor’s Return” ? Why, it was months
ment, he stood at the edge of. adventure. and months since he had seen Rosie.
How long would this old tub take to And what had passed between them?
make Waihki? Too long for his impa Almost nothing.
tience. He craned forward, eyeing the The sea and sky grew blue and more
swift sails of a schooner beating up from blue, till it seemed that the quintessence
the south toward Bangkok. of color had been reached. Far away to
He was done with that city. Forward port dim lands hove into sight, mere
now, forward, to the place where Maul- sandbanks with a few palms for a crown.
try must inevitably come, be it soon or Then came Kikia and the grim prison
late. What chance had there been of on Amanu, and last of all Waihiti with
meeting him in the town that lay be its lagoon as still as a piece of blue-
hind? None at all. green glass.
How fast that schooner came from When the dinghy was ready to take
the south! She drew nearer on a rapid ashore, Lambert stood on deck watch
keel, and the rising sun turned her to ing the Kanakas swarming out in their
gold. Soon they would pass herj at half catamarans. What the hell was he go
a mile’s distance. ing to do in this place? He had hoped
On she came, breasting the rollers. against hope in Bangkok that he would
And as he watched, Lambert’s heart find the Fanny Davis here. Oh, impos
turned to stone. He knew her, knew this sible, of course. Why should she be
ship that beat up north across the path here eight months after Danvers had
of the sun. He felt the sweat stand on told him? He’d expected a miracle and
his forehead and in the palms of his it hadn’t come off. If he’d only waited
hands. His lips were stretched in a a few more weeks in Bangkok— Hell,
savage grin. th at didn’t bear thinking of.
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willing to take him.- He tried to stow schooner, nosing her way into the la
away. He tried it three times and then goon through the gap in the reef. Lam
gave it up. bert examined her languidly.
Just hang around till he died, eh? Then he stopped, hands gripping his
Was th at what the rest of his life was thighs. Through the gathering night
to be? And, remembering his youth he stared till his eyes stung. Had it
and the many days that remained to happened then? Had it come at last
him, he cursed Maultry again for his after the years of waiting? The groan
crippled body, his vanished strength. and creak of an anchor chain running
I t wasn’t so bad on Waihiti. Hogan’s outmad e him prick up his ears. With
attitude toward him had changed. The quick, unequal strides he went to the
first dislike and suspicion had given way top of a little knoll and strove to pierce
to a tolerant contempt mixed with the the dusk. Red light and green light
casual kindness that one shows a dog started out on port and starboard. The
who wanders into the yard. white riding lights shone out like stars.
Yes, th a t’s what it was. A dog’s life. Alone in the shadows Lambert watched
On the day that Lambert heard Raf and trembled.
ferty and Hogan discussing him as he Was it the Fanny Davis?
limped away among the palms, he had He had dreamed so long of this mo
made up his mind to get away from ment that when it came it found him
Waihiti or go under. For three years unsure, unnerved. His legs were lead
he had waited and Maultry had not en as he made his way to Hogan’s bar.
come. Dead, perhaps. Or wandering So many times he had imagined his
the China Seas. A thousand things meeting with Maultry, and now that
might have happened to Maultry. the next hour might bring him face to
All the afternoon Lambert lay under face with his adversary his mind was
the palms perfecting his plans for es confused, his heart unsteady. Panting,
cape. Rafferty’s ship—the Saint Anne he hobbled into the bar and found Ho
—was due to leave for Les Aves in two gan lighting the lantern.
days’ time. If Lambert could once get “Ship in,” said that worthy, wiping
aboard—if! Yes, there was the rub. grease from his hands with a bit of cali
How was he tq get aboard a ship that co. “Too dark to make out who she is.”
was watched day and night by the sharp He adjusted a fat candle and mounted
eyes of the Kanakas? Rafferty knew a box marked, “Best Primrose, Nine
a thing or two about stowaways. Gross”, that stood beside the door. Very
Still, a way might present itself. The carefully he swung the lantern on its
unquenchable spirit in the thin body hook above the lintel. Glancing down
flared up again. He pushed his hat to casually, he saw Lambert’s face. The
the back of his head and sauntered back sight brought him down instantly.
to Hogan’s. The sun was setting. Soon “What’s up? What the hell’s the mat
the brief twilight would fall—and Ho ter?”
gan would place a lighted lantern above “Hogan—the ship—the ship—”
his door. Already the hum of mosqui “Hey, steady! Wait a bit. I ’ll fix
tos rose from the swamps. Lambert you. Sit down. Sit down, you blamed
felt the familiar shiver that came with fool.”
the night air, and hurried on. Perhaps
he might beg another whisky. I t all HE WOULD not listen to
depended on Hogan’s temper. Lambert’s sputtering talk un
The sun went down in a gaudy sky til he had administered neat
splashed with crimson and gold. The brandy. Lambert flicked it
long furrows of the sea grew violet and down as though it were a mouthful of
then black. Round the point came a water.
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“Now,” said Hogan, “spit out the “Aye. Well, all the same—”
trouble. Gosh, I thought you were sick “Hogan—Hogan—”
again. Now—what’s eatin’ you?” “Well, what are you goin’ to get him
“The ship. The schooner. I t’s her. with, anyway? When did you last use
I t’s the Fanny Davis!” that gun in your belt? I t ’ll miss fire,
“How do you know?” demanded Ho sure as eggs. And what have you got
gan, suddenly cautious. to put in it? I ’ll bet my shirt it’s
“I’m sure. The cut of her jib—the empty.”
way she settles at anchor.” Lambert said in a whisper—
“You know a damn lot,” Hogan said. “I ’ve a knife, too.”
“Well, we’ll make sure.” “You’ll never get him,” said Hogan
He left Lambert crouched on the in somber tones. “Shall I tell you
Primrose soap box and went out to what’ll happen? You’ll act like some
reconnoiter. Rafferty and a few score fella in a play and stand flourishin’ your
more were strolling along the beach. gun—oh, and your knife, if you want
They told him what he wanted to know to. And you’ll talk to him. Oh, yes.
and he came back with a worried air. Never knew a guy yet that could kill
“Sure, it’s the Fanny Davis. You another guy without openin’ his mouth
were right. Say, if I took you to a mir too wide. Not a guy like you are, any
ror you’d have the fright of your life. way, all excited and fret the way you
Where’s your blood gone?” are. Want to tell him how you hate
He stared at Lambert’s blazing eyes— him, don’t you? Want to tell him how
and looked away again. long you’ve waited and where you hope
“If Maultry comes in here,” he began, he’ll go to. Sure, th at’s your line. And
and stopped. while you’re sayin’ your piece he’ll plug
“He’ll come.” you just in the right spot. Next thing
“I don’t know so much. What say I ’ll be spoilin’ new towels mopping up
some fella warns him that there’s a luna blood.”
tic round here lyin’ up for him?” tie eyed Lambert thoughtfully.
“Think he’ll care for that? Besides, “Your blood,” he added.
who’s in that would tell him? You’ve “No, no, no!” Lambert flung back at
been pretty free to spill my tale about, him. “Hogan, I ’ll get him. I swear it.
Hogan. But barring Rafferty—” I ’ve thought of it—planned it. I shan’t
“Rafferty don’t know details,” said kill him till I find out what he’s done
Hogan quickly. “The other chaps—all with my box.”
strangers. Only come in port yester Hogan turned on him fiercely.
day. No one’s goin’ to warn Maultry “That perishin’ box! All this—be
unless—” cause of a box! What’s in it at all?
“Unless—” Hey?”
“Unless I do.” Through the open door came the
“You?” crunch of a dinghy’s keel on the beach.
“Well, damn it all, why should I let Footsteps sounded. On and on they
him come in here to his death? If what came, across the sand and up the beach
you’ve told me is true, all right—but road. Hogan caught Lambert by the
even then it ain’t for me to wait by and arm and shook him fiercely.
let you drop him as he stands.” “No killin’ in the bar,” he said.
“Hogan, you wouldn’t warn him—all “Promise me that, or I ’ll put him wise.”
this time—escape me—” Lambert nodded and shook himself
“Keep still, you fool! He ain’t done free. He leaned back against the bare
me no harm, has he?” wall, his nervous fingers twisting fran
“But me—think what he’s done to tically about his gun. Hogan glared at
him from the other side of the room, as
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though daring him to break the promise Dominico, smoothly. “But now I ask
which he had made. you to do a thing for me.”
But it wasn’t Maultry who came in “Well?”
with heavy steps. It was Dominico, the “If he die,” said Dominico, “it is bad
fat Italian. He was older, grayer, fat that he die in sin. A priest. You un
ter, but he was still Dominico. His derstand? A priest—soon—for Maul
glance swept over Lambert and fastened try. That is why I come tonight.”
on Hogan. A smile creased his greasy “Gosh!” said Hogan, and spat. “Why,
face as he bent forward into the light. there ain’t no padre around.”
“How long since I see you? All well, “Yes, there is!”
Signor Hogan?” The voice came from the tattered
scarecrow by the wall. He had swung
HOGAN returned his greeting round on his stool and sat watching
with a nervous air. But Do- them. Dominico and Hogan stared at
' minico noted nothing amiss. him.
* He straddled the chair with “Say, what do you know about it?”
the broken back, and ordered whisky. demanded the former, and Lambert an
Lambert sat down with his back to the swered him in a nasal whine.
others. For some minutes his heart beat “Sure, ain’t I been on the beach all
so loudly that the voices of Dominico afternoon? And didn’t I hear a guy
and Hogan came through a patter of spill a lot of talk about the padre and
thudding sound. how he was expected back today from
“Stayin’ long, Dominico?” way over the other side of Waihiti? I ’ll
"Non, non. Very little time. The say I did. Yes, sir!”
ship he is going to Degas.” Dominico started up eagerly.
“Where’s the rest? Where’s—where’s "Si? He will return soon? Then he
Maultry?” will be just in time, signor. Hogan,
“Ah—Maultry. He is very sick— when the priest come, send him at once.
very sick indeed.” A t once!”
“Sick? Fever, eh?” He gazed at Lambert in a puzzled
“Perhaps. I do not know. But he manner, and Lambert returned the
is very sick. All day, all night, he lie scrutiny without a tremor.
and toss, toss, all the time. I think may “I see you before?” asked Dominico.
be he die very soon.” “You are here last time I come?”
“Die? What, him? No fear of that. “Sure. Been here years, ain’t that so,
Maultry won’t die in his berth. The Hogan?”
rope or the sea—one of ’em will get “That’s so. Well, Dominico, where’s
him.” the rest of the party?”
“I do not think so. What is the mat Dominico’s eyes flashed.
ter with your whisky? He is poor this “They stay on board. Ah, Hogan, it
time. No, I think I am right, Hogan, is very bad to wait for a dead man. It
when I say Maultry will die. Si, he will is more bad to wait while Maultry die.
die in a day or two days.” They say that when a gray wolf die,
Hogan leaned forward, resting his the other wolves sit down to watch.
plump arms on the shining, polished And as soon as he die, they tear him.
counter. Maultry is the gray wolf. And we—all
“And then?” of us—when he die we take from him
Dominico’s eyes lighted up. what we want. But no man trust an
“Then we get what we wait for, Ho other one. Schultz, Harding, O’Brien—
gan.” all like wolves . . .”
“What’s that?” He maundered on. Lambert didn’t
“I tell you some other time,” said bother to listen. His brain was busy
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fitting together the pieces of a plan. yourself in the lagoon, all nice and
Dominico hadn’t recognized him, all quiet.”
bearded and dirty as he was. Would “You think I ’ll fail? No, I tell you.
Schultz know him? He’d have to take No!”
that risk. Lord, another risk wouldn’t He was white and tense. Hogan con
matter—after all he’d taken. O’Brien sidered him carefully.
and Harding were new names to him. “Risky. Damned risky. Maultry
There wouldn’t be any trouble with will know you.”
them. “Not he! With this goat fringe and
He could hardly wait till Dominico lame? If he does, I ’ll chance it. Ho
went his leisurely way at the end of an gan, I must do it.”
hour. Hardly had the broad Italian His dilated eyes made Hogan feel
back disappeared from view than he queer. Well—let him have his way.
stumbled across the room to Hogan’s If he got thrown into the lagoon, he’d
side. sink,.and that would be the end of him.
“Hogan, listen—!” Anyway, it didn’t seem safe to refuse
“Listen? I ’ve listened to a lot of him; he was that worked up there was
twaddle from you tonight. Why did no telling what he might do.
you pull that stuff about the padre? “Oh, all right,” Hogan said grudgingly.
You know we ain’t got one on Waihiti. “I ’ll fix you up. Is Maultry a Mormon?
You know we get visits from his rever What sort of padre does he pray to?”
ence over at Johnson Island about once “He’s never prayed in his life. They’re
in six months. Well, what the hell—” all the same to him. Your gray coat,
“Listen, I tell you! Maultry’s dying. Hogan. And the old black vest—back
He wants a priest. He’ll get a priest. to front to look like that black chest
He’ll get—me!” protector they wear sometimes. And a
“You?” collar—a clean collar.”
“Yes . . . Hogan, you’ve got to help “You’ll have to wash,” said Hogan
me. You’ve got to. You must. I t’s thoughtfully. “Wash hard, and clean
the last chance—the last chance of all. all your nails. Stop gibberin’, can’t
When folks are dying they say what you?”
they’ve done wrong. He’ll tell me “A Bible—I ’ll have to have a Bible.”
where the box is. Maybe he’s still got “Steady, steady! You’re goin’ straight
it. Maybe that’s what they’re all after, to your death, Lambert. If Maultry
the way Dominico says.” finds he’s been tricked—”
“What are you goin’ to do?” “He will not! Hurry, can’t you? I
“Lend me your good coat, Hogan. want to go to him tonight.”
Lend me a collar—and shoes.” “You’re mad! Oh, all right, all right.
“You’re crazy. Plumb crazy.” Got any notions about where you’d like
“No. No! I ’ll get him this way. I ’ll your grave dug?”
get what I want.” Lambert turned. His eyes were like
“Hey, you don’t mean—” coals in the ashen gray of his face.
“Not kill him? I shall see. Dying— “You can’t scare me, Hogan. I ’m go
no; there’s no need to help him on. Let ing.”
him die slow. But the box—my box—” And at midnight he went.
“Crazy.”
“Reckon I can make up to look like VI
a parson. Only—clothes. I must have T WAS dark where Maultry lay. The
clothes.”
“You’re goin’ to make out you’re a
padre and go aboard the Fanny Davis.
I oil in the hanging lamp burned low.
The dim blue light flared and flick
ered without ceasing. Presently it went
Say, don’t do that. Go down and drown out, and Dominico brought in a hurri
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cane lantern and stood it on the iron Some one was coming in. He looked
bound chest near the wall. up quickly to see a stranger—a tall,
Maultry was dying. No doubt about dark fellow with a scar on his temple
that. He was tasting now the bitter and with a brutish mouth.
salt that he had forced into so many “How is he? Pretty nigh gone?
mouths. He lay on his back, his mouth Reckon you came just in time. My
hard shut and his eyes dim. All the vi name is Harding.”
tality that remained in his body was He advanced toward the dying man
gathered into the flame of his red hair, and regarded him dispassionately.
which lay tousled and unruly against “He ain’t fer long,” was his diagnosis.
the pillow. On the gray coverlet his “See what he’s hangin’ on to? Ah, he
great hands wandered to and fro, pat won’t keep it for long.”
ting anxiously at what lay pressed to Lambert said hoarsely—
his side, hidden beneath the bedclothes. “What is it?”
A stir of feet on the companion, a “Something all of us have planned for
rustle of sibilant voices. To Lambert months to get. I t’s a box. Black wood
there was something eery about this with iron corners.”
return to the Fanny Davis. He moved “Why do you—why do you want it?”
slowly, anxious to mask any unconscious Harding eyed him solemnly.
familiarity with the ship. His clothes “Because it’s the thing he set most
were stiff and uncomfortable. Hogan store by. Crazy about it. Hid it.
was a bigger man than he. For the Boasted about it. Made all of us mad
first time in years he was wearing a to get it. We’ll have it, too, before to
collar—a clean one. It fretted his neck. morrow.”
Mad idea, too, to wear it back to the Lambert said suddenly:
front, he thought as he followed Schultz “He’s very weak. Why haven’t you
down the steep, well remembered stairs. taken it before?”
His beard had been trimmed, his hair “If you knew anything at all about
cut and oiled. In one hand he carried Maultry,” said Harding in earnest tones,
a worn Bible that Hogan had unearthed “you’d never say that. As long as he’s
from beneath a pile of rubbish. alive, we’re all plumb scared of him. No
“Here he is, Father,” said Schultz. tellin’ what he might be able to do—
“In here.” yet. No. We’re waitin’ till his breath’s
He pushed open a door and left Lam out before we take what we want.”
bert and Maultry alone. He bent over Maultry and spoke
Maultry couldn’t speak. Death had loudly.
him by the throat. He’d never shout at “Hey, Maultry! Can you hear me?”
the boys again, never call for another No^ign, no answering look in the fad
drink. His eyes, filming now, hardly ing eyes.
saw this strange padre who stood re “Goin’ fast,” Harding said. “You
garding him so dumbly. goin’ to put up a prayer, sir? Might do
Lambert went nearer. His heart beat a- bit of good. Not very much, though,
like a trip-hammer. The hand that held seein’ what he’s been.”
the Bible quivered until the book almost He looked curiously at Lambert, and
fell from his grasp. He tried to think irf a panic Lambert thought, “He sus
of something to say. All the words in pects me. He thinks I ’m not a real
the world played a mad race of tag padre.” The idea terrified him. In
through his brain, but not one of them stantly he dropped on his knees beside
could he catch. the quiet figure and opened his Bible.
What was it that lay beneath the He had seldom opened one and knew
clothes, huddled close to Maultry’s nothing of where to find appropriate
body? passages. By chance the pages fell
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apart at the Book of Proverbs. With O’Brien held the box tightly. He made
out thought he began to read where his a sudden movement and instantly the
eyes fell— others stiffened watchfully.
“ ‘When a wicked man dieth, his ex Dominico spoke.
pectation shall perish—’ ” “Bring her into the light.”
They trooped into the big cabin where
HE STOPPED, horrified. a light showed. Same old place, thought
But Maultry had heard noth Lambert, as he glanced round. By vir
ing. His hands lay still, with tue of his supposed office he Came sec
the palms open. His body stif ond in the little procession. Ahead of
fened, then sagged back, the heavy red him stalked O’Brien, the box clasped
head rolling to the left. A long sigh firmly in his eager hands. Lambert
shuddered across the room. Lambert went and stood by the open porthole,
felt the hairs at the back of his neck staring out at the dim lagoon. A scent
prickle. A breath of salt wind stole of spices mingled with the salt breeze.
down the companion. The ship stirred Waihiti lay lumpish and still under a
suddenly. star filled heaven. The song of the reef
Harding, pale and troubled, said— came low and clear. Lambert turned
“He’s gone, ain’t he, sir?” away, his nerves braced and steadied by
Lambert nodded. Harding whistled the dozen breaths of fresh air.
a low, peculiar note. Immediately there The base of the mainmast came right
came the stealthy sound of padding through the center of this cabin, and
feet. Into the narrow doorway three round its sturdy base a table had been
figures crowded, peering anxiously about built. On the dull surface the box
the cabin. Behind Dominico came stood, closed, secret. Around it gath
Schultz and a shock headed fellow with ered the four men, and Lambert edged
a broken nose who must be O’Brien. forward and joined the group.
Dominico crossed himself and muttered As he watched those grim faces fear
a prayer. The others stared with stolid rose in his throat. Had he the slight
eyes at the dead master. est chance against any of the four men?
The color came slowly back into Hard No. Not a dog’s chance. Even if he
ing’s thin cheeks. He hesitated, then held them up at the point of his gun,
looked quickly at the three faces in the there wouldn’t be any hope of making
doorway. a getaway. What chance had he of
“Now?” he said. leaving the Fanny Davis alive if he a t
They nodded. Harding rubbed his tempted a hold-up? But—was he to let
damp hands on the seat of his slacks this box be torn away from him a sec
and went right up to the dead man. ond time? Had he found it but to
But he couldn’t find the nerve to take lose it?
what Maultry had kept so well. Twice Odd that he who knew so little of the
he made to lift the bedclothes. As he Scriptures should yet remember a line
stood there, sweating, the broken nosed that he had heard in the course of a
O’Brien walked in with curling lip. denunciatory sermon years ago.
“Is it afraid ye are? Get out, then.” “I will restore the years which the
Without hurry he slid his hand be locust hath eaten . . .”
tween the blankets and drew out Maul- Yes. But who was going to do the
try’s treasure. At sight of his box the restoring? God? Thin hope, that, de
blood sang in Lambert’s ears. But he cided Lambert. He hadn’t given God
dared not speak. He saw four pairs of much of a deal in his short life, and it
eyes fixed on one object. And in each didn’t seem likely that the Almighty
face greed and desire leaped into would disturb himself about Lambert.
life, conquering every other emotion. He must do it himself then. He looked
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He didn’t do it badly. He read a every corner of his being. For this was
couple of Psalms and made everybody triumph. This was the end of the bad
join in the Lord’s Prayer. A phrase years, the years of famine and disaster,
or two had stuck in his memory. “Deep of poverty and despair and the kick of
unto deep”—“until the sea gives up her Fortune. The world lay before him,
dead”—and he did what he could with and he could sit astride it if he wished.
them. His thoughts flew to Rosie Lister and
Harding spat on h is1hands. He and he glowed. Yet—five years? Anything
O’Brien stooped. The risen sun set the might have happened. He’d go and
hair on O’Brien’s bare arms aflame. find out. To be able to go . . .
“Heave—away!” Even if she were—dead—or married,
or if she’d forgotten him—well, what
THE Fanny Davis put back of it? Weren’t there a thousand women
to Waihiti to land Lambert. for every one of Rosie’s fingers? He’d
As she drew near the island, suffered too much to be able to suffer
O’Brien came with a leather again with the same anguish, the same
purse in his hand, to where Lambert intensity. Of all the evils that God and
stood. the devil had in store for him there was
“We’d like to offer a trifle, your Rev not one which could equal in pain or
erence,” he said, rubbing his broken terror the frightful sufferings .of the
nose. But Lambert put out a quick past—the past which had been haunted
hand. by Maultry, and now lay dead with
“No, no. I can’t take money for that. Maultry.
But I ’d like, if you’d let me have—give Suddenly Lambert began to sing.
me—”
O’Brien waited. VII
“The shoe and the little doll,” said
Lambert, and felt his heart smashing “So you got it, did you?” said Hogan
against his ribs. skeptically. “And look at the marks on
“Why?” them pants! Ain’t never been wore
Lambert managed a shrug. yet.”
“Just a souvenir. But I—I don’t care “Listen—”
about it so much as all that.” “Oh, aye, I ’ll be listening to this yarn
“Sure, you can have the trifles,” said till kingdom come, I suppose. And
the other. “Take ’em and give ’em to don’t start askiq’ for drinks a t this
the children. I t ’ll be no pleasure to us hour in the mornin’. Gosh, what have
to see them same things. Hey, you, you done to that collar? Don’t finger
Telemai, you go fetchem one fella shoe it. Don’t finger it—”
one fella doll-girl in cabin. All same “I got them, Hogan! Hogan, listen—”
quick!” “I might get them marks off with
A passing Kanaka ran at his word. blottin’ paper and a hot iron,” mused
The minute and a half that passed be Hogan. “Oil, ain’t it? Crazy loon,
fore he returned seemed to Lambert the messin’ up clothes that’s lent you!
longest passage of time he had ever What about Maultry?”
known. “Dead.”
But at length O’Brien thrust into “Is that so? Well, reckon he’ll teach
Lambert’s unsteady hands what Tele ’em a thing or two down there. And
mai brought back from below. now get out of them clothes. Where’s
The dinghy was ready, and Lambert me Bible? That’s a fresh mark on the
went ashore. As the blades of the oars cover.”
cut the still water of the lagoon he sat Lambert leaned across the smooth
very still, while realization seeped into counter.
116 HARRY KEMP
“Look what I brought back!” “God’s truth!” he said.
Before Hogan’s disdainful eyes he set But Lambert didn’t hear. He was
out his spoil. busy with the doll. With a jerk he
“Huh! Poor fish! Is that what you broke off head and arms, removed some
risked your neck for?” cotton wadding from the wooden body.
Lambert jerked at his knife and be Nine little stones rolled out, nine little
gan to cut at the shoe. sparkling stones.
“Now you hurry up out of here,” “Diamonds!” breathed Hogan. “And
warned Hogan. “You’ll get no booze there—they’re English banknotes. My
from me this mornin’.” God, Lambert, where’d you get ’em?”
He began to polish glasses, pausing “Tell you some time. I t’s a queer
now and then to watch Lambert. yarn. A dead man and a dead ship,
Lambert was busy with the knife. He and a crazy Kanaka who’d seen what
was ripping the little shoe to bits, and his boss had hid and where he hid it . . .
from the inner parts of the worn sole I wonder if Maultry knew what was
he extracted little pieces of paper, folded here. Maybe he was going to make
tightly—so tightly that it seemed they use of ’em some time, and waited for a
could never be spread out. Lambert’s good chance. Well, he waited too long.”
trembling fingers worked at them until He straightened himself and looked
they opened, one after another, until at Hogan.
ten of them lay on the counter. Hogan “Bring me a drink,” he said.
picked up one in his finger and thumb. “Yes—sir,” said Hogan.
L umber
By HARRY KEMP
where his master, pretending unconcern, noise of the crowd which they could not
stood warming his hands at the torch’s see for the falling snow, but which they
flames. knew was collecting about the palace
“Looks like it was the signal,” he doors, for this was the hour for the
whispered. “Go and see. I ’ll keep nightly bulletin reporting the Czar’s
guard here.” prolonged sickness.
Mechersky walked over to the para “I wonder,” Gerasim said, hesitating
pet and peered into the storm. ly. “I wonder if there’s any truth in
There it was. The signal! That win Dimitri’s claim.”
dow on the second story of the enormous “That he is the lawful heir? That he
building which was the Czar’s palace is the only surviving son of Ivan the
was aglow with light for a second, then Terrible?”
darkened again, then gleamed once more “Yes. For then the present Czar,
through the darkness and the falling Czar Vassily, is no more Czar than I
snow. Far, far away it was, and very am.
small, imperceptible to one ignorant of “But Dimitri, the real Dimitri, was
its significance. Had the soldiers seen killed ten years ago. Every one knows
it, they would have attributed that play that. You yourself, you’ve talked with
of light to stormy weather. the old boyarin in whose presence Prince
Even to Mechersky it told nothing Dimitri was murdered. This Dimitri,
but that his presence was demanded in the living one, is an impostor. Why,
the palace. even among the populace, who are await
He turned away from the parapet and ing his arrival so eagerly, he is called
was at the door in a stride. He opened Dimitri the False.”
it, beckoned Gerasim to follow and ran “That is true. But, even so, we may
down the dark narrow stairs and into yet see him crowned Czar of all the
the Red Square. Russians. God forbid! But his army
“The men, the soldiers,” muttered is nearing Moscow—”
Gerasim as they hurried through the “You mean the Polish army,” Me*
snow toward the palace. “They talk chersky corrected him. “The Poles are
openly of Dimitri. They are that bold. marching on Moscow to place Dimitri
If anything should happen to the Czar, on the throne. He is in love with a
Dimitri would have no difficulty in en Polish princess, Marina, who has been
tering Moscow. Every one but the promised him for wife if he succeeds in
boyars are for making Dimitri Czar—” becoming our Czar. And through her,
“But nothing has happened to the the Poles will govern Russia.”
Czar,” Mechersky interrupted quickly. “And where is she, this Marina?”
“And while the Czar lives we need not “They are bringing her with them, no
fear Dimitri. For lack of legitimate doubt. Dimitri, they say, does every
heirs, the Czar has been elected and thing she tells him. She is of striking
crowned, all in accordance with law. beauty, it is said.”
No man dares raise his hand against him
while he lives.” /i§V1l THEY had reached a side en-
“The Czar is sick. Has been for (n trance °f the palace. They
weeks,” Gerasim pointed out. passed the guard at the door
“He is recovering strength rapidly,” IBWarai and ascended the winding
Mechersky assured him. “In a few days stairway directly into the chamber from
he’ll be up and about.” which the signaling to Mechersky had
They walked on in silence for awhile. been done. I t was dimly lighted now
The wind had abated. The square was and crowded with boyars in long volumi
deserted and very still. Only from a nous kaftans embroidered with gold
distance there came to them the thin thread, their long white hair framing
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their large reddish faces, their white drew aside the hangings concealing it
beards reaching to their waists. and beckoned Mechersky to come near
One man stood out conspicious in er. He pulled back the coverlet gently.
their midst. A tall, gaunt man dressed The Czar Vassily lay in his great bed,
in black from head to foot. His lean as if asleep. His face was pale in its
face and round head wei*e clean shaven. frame of black hair; his hands, the color
He was Marzuk, the roj'al physician. of wax, crossed on his breast over his
They were talking among themselves- nightrobe of gold cloth.
in hushed tones when Mechersky en “Dead!” gasped Mechersky.
tered. “Poisoned,” the physician said quietly,
“The Czar?” he asked quickly. drawing the bedclothes into place.
For answer Marzuk opened a door “Some one decided to make sure the
and, motioning him to come up, led the Czar would never get well. We had the
way through a series of gloomy rooms bodyguard arrested. Mere matter of
toward the Czar’s apartments. The form. We do not suspect him. One of
boyars followed in a body. the Boyarin Oduev’s most trusted men.
In perfect silence they filed into the Of course, he could have been bribed.”
antechamber, which was brilliantly “That can wait,” Mechersky inter
lighted and full of nobles in rich dress rupted him. “What matters is that the
and superior officers in blue kaftans. Czar is dead. We must act at once.”
An excited group stood near the door “It is for you to decide what must be
of the Czar’s bedroom. For the past six done,” cried the boyars with one voice.
weeks' the antechamber was always They looked upon the young officer
crowded with men eager for news of the as leader of their cause, for Mechersky
Czar’s condition. had long ago won the friendship and
Marzuk and Mechersky were at once trust of Posharsky, who was at the mo
surrounded. ment on his way to Moscow with the
“His Majesty,” the physician said, army of partisans he had organized in
smiling pleasantly, “is much improved. Nijni Novgorod, to fight Dimitri the
He is still somewhat weak and will be False. Mechersky also was the friend
confined to his bed for some days. But of the Boyarin Oduev, who had placed
all danger is past, thank God!” his drushina — troops — and whatever
Mechersky was not surprised to see wealth he possessed at the boyars’ com
faces lengthen at the good news. Even mand against the Poles.
the nobles, who were but one scale in “No one must know of the Czar’s
ferior to the boyars in rank, would have death,” Mechersky said. “Let no one
been glad to see Dimitri on the throne. enter these apartments. You—” he
And all the officers, excluding himself, turned to Marzuk—“will continue issu
were with them. Such had been the ing bulletins reporting the Czar on the
Poles’ success in convincing every one way to recovery. I will start for Kol
that Dimitri was the legitimate heir. omna at once. Posharsky’s army is
“I will order the bulletin,” Marzuk stationed there. I t’s two days’, travel.
went on, rubbing his hands like one On the way I will stop at Boyarin
greatly pleased, “to be hung out on the Oduev’s and ask him to send his troops
palace door.” to Moscow immediately. If Dimitri at
And with a low bow he moved on, tacks Kremlin, you’ll have them to de
followed by Mechersky and the boyars. fend it at least. You can’t depend on
The soldiers who stood guard at the door our soldiers. In a week you may expect
let them pass, then closed it after them. me back with Posharsky’s partisans.”
Traversing a second antechamber, “If you reach them,” one of the boyars
they entered the bedroom. Marzuk ap put in, shaking his white head doubt
proached the bed, which stood on a dais, fully. “There are all these Cossack
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bands prowling around Moscow.” over Moscow for the last few days, was
“I ’ll risk it.” but an unmistakable sign that Spring,
“And then Kirshin,” another boyarin which sets in so suddenly in Northern
remarked. Russia, was close at hand. Soon the
“That Cossack every one is talking snow would begin to thaw.
about?” Mechersky said quickly. “He is The thought disturbed Mechersky.
trying to gather all those bands under The partisans’ march on Moscow might
his leadership. Now if we could per be delayed then, even should he succeed
suade him to join us—” in reaching Posharsky. Of this he was
“We’ve tried,'’ the boyars explained. not sure.
“But Kirshin is not the man to fight a Riding through the outskirts of the
lost cause. T hat’s how he regards our city, he saw on every hand the death
movement. Perhaps he is right. The and desolation that Cossack bands had
Poles are trying to lure him to their side. left in their wake. Mutilated bodies
No doubt they’ll succeed.” sprawled across the road; charred ruins
“Do not let us lose heart,” cried of the merchants’ houses; shuttered
Mechersky. “Our cause is the right dwellings of the lesser nobles abandoned
cause. And now goodby.” He set his by their owners who had fled into the
helmet on his head energetically. “Ger Kremlin in search of shelter.
asim, you are going with me.” Rumors of the Czar’s bad health and
With Gerasim at his heels, he hurried the approaching war, inevitable in case
out of the room, along the corridor and of Vassily’s death, had lured the Cos
down the main stairway to the front en sacks from the far South to Moscow and
trance of the palace. the surrounding countryside. They were
likened to vultures in those days, for
AS THE two emerged on to like those birds they seldom took active
the steps outside they were part in the fighting, but lived on scraps
met by excited cries of the of the conquerors’ spoils. In this in
crowd who had come to learn stance, however, due to the disorganized
of the Czar’s condition. For answer, condition of the Czar’s army, they had
Mechersky pointed at the door, where grown bold. They would make an on
two scarlet coated guards were nailing rush into the city, up to the very walls
a large parchment, the bulletin announc of the Kremlin, and depart with their
ing that the Czar was resting nicely. A loot as swiftly as they had come, back
monk with a lighted taper in his hand into the nearby woods where they would
was reading the contents to the throng, watch the roads for travelers. They
for in those days even some of the boyars hated the Muscovites and never missed
could neither read nor write. the chance of killing one for the sheer
Pushing their way through the mob, pleasure of it.
Mechersky and Gerasim hurried on to Mechersky and Gerasim knew this
the stables, where two saddled horses and, reaching the empty highway, they
were waiting for them. Procuring sev urged their mounts on anxiously. I t was
eral flasks of vodka, without which no a desolate plain they were traversing.
Russian journeyed in Winter, and pock As far as the eye could see, there was
eting them, they sprang into saddle and snow flooded with moonlight. Here and
at a brisk trot set off across the Red there, at some distance, the dark out
Square in the direction of the Kolomna lines of a wood, a copse. Black-blue
highway. skies overhead, and the sound of the
The weather had gradually cleared horses’ hoofs striking the hardened snow
and there was a warm smell of fresh resounding sharply through the death
buds in the air, for it was the end of like stillness.
March. The blizzard, which had raged After two hours’ ride they had their
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first glimpse of the dreaded Cossack chest with snow vigorously, then moved
bands—far away, a close group riding his arms up and down to bring back the
leisurely along the horizon, almost one circulation of the blood. They turned
with the skies. Then a wood swallowed him on his side, on his face, on his back
them. Evidently they had failed to see again, shaking him with deliberate
the two solitary travelers. roughness, both panting with anxiety
“What is that?” Gerasim cried sud and exertion.
denly, as they galloped. “I ’m afraid it’s no use,” muttered
Far down the road a small object had Gerasim, sweat rolling down his face.
sprung into view, growing in size as they The gigantic Cossack gave no sign of
neared. I t was a horse—riderless, the life.
saddle askew and reins dragging in the “Keep on!” cried Mechersky, failure
snow. foreign to his heart.
“Don’t tell me we are to stop,” cried They began all over again. After a
Gerasim as, approaching the animal, good half hour’s work they tried to forge
Mechersky drew rein. “Sheer folly! open the man’s clenched teeth that they
With all these robber Cossacks prowling might pour some vodka down his throat,
about. Anyway, the man, whoever he but that too failed. Again they started
is, is probably dead.” to move his arms up and down and rub
Both knew what the presence of that his temples and chest with snow. Sud
horse implied. Its master falling from denly the Cossack opened his eyes. The
the saddle in the storm and buried some two men watching him held their breath.
where in the snow, the animal had re “He lives,” cried Mechersky.
mained to keep guard over him. The Cossack raised his head. He
“Think if it were you or I, Gerasim,” stared at them. Then, limp once more,
said Mechersky, dismounting. he fell back; his eyes closed again.
“But he isn’t me or you,” grumbled Gerasim swore. Grasping the pros
Gerasim. trate form by the shoulders, he propped
Gerasim was a big, red faced fellow of the man into sitting position and held
immense strength, but very lazy. Slow him grimly while Mechersky forced
ly he scrambled out of the saddle and vodka from his flask through the man’s
took up his spear. clenched teeth. This time it worked.
The abandoned horse meanwhile had The Cossack opened his eyes and slowly
come up and was stamping the ground sat upright.
with its hoofs and neighing eagerly as Black and fierce, yet full of laughter
much as to say, this is the place. And in their depths, his eyes ran swiftly over
there Gerasim began to dig at the hard the rescuers. Had the two men arrived
ened snow with his spear. A heel of a at the spot but half an hour later, no
boot was disclosed. The whole of the amount of vodka would have awakened
boot. And soon, in the deep gap his the Cossack. He knew it, and perhaps
body had made in falling and where he that was what now struck him as funny
had lain God knows how long, they un about the situation. Muscovites halt
covered a Cossack of gigantic stature, ing on the highway, risking their lives to
his sheepskin hat by his side. save his! He threw back his head and
His strong face, with its black beard laughed. Then, without a word, he
and with striking black eyebrows above stretched out his hand for the flask.
the closed lids, wore that expression of Mechersky gave it to him. The stranger
smiling sleep peculiar to those freezing, emptied it at a gulp.
or already dead, under snow. “These Cossacks!” grumbled Gerasim,
Kneeling by his side, Mechersky and regarding him with a look, a mixture of
Gerasim set to work. Tearing open the contempt and admiration. “They can
Cossack’s coat and shirt, they rubbed his drink vodka by the gallon, the robbers!”
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“Feel better?” Mechersky hastened to to Mechersky.
ask. He realized the danger of picking “Get hold of some Cossack and give
a quarrel with a Cossack in this wilder him this ring and tell him to take it to
ness. its owner. Just say where and when, and
“Feel fine. As usual,” the man replied. I ’ll be there.”
He rose to his feet, stretching out his “But how will the man know—?” be
limbs luxuriously. He looked about him gan Mechersky doubtfully.
with triumph, like one who had escaped “That the ring is mine? He’ll know.”
death through some prowess of his own. The Cossack smiled.
There was cunning in his face. He put “Listen to him!” cried Gerasim, ap
on his hat, pushing it back a bit to set pealing to the world at large. “He’ll
it at a becoming angle. He did not know,” he mimicked. “One would think
thank his rescuers; he smiled as if he is Kirshin himself.”
amused in answer to Gerasim’s scowl, “Who?” asked the stranger, suddenly
for that honest soldier was greatly irri all attention.
tated by the Cossack’s self-assured man “Kirshin. That robber Kirshin every
ner and mien. one is talking about. Your leader, chief,
“That was a close call for me, Boy- or whatever he is.”
arin,” the Cossack remarked with a “What? Is there talk about Kirshin
laugh. “I lost my way in the storm and already?” the Cossack asked.
my horse must have stumbled. All I “Sure there is. The way he goes about
remember is falling out of the saddle. killing everybody and robbing and—”
Must have been too dazed by the fall to “We must be going,” his master inter
raise myself before the snow began rupted hurriedly. “Perhaps your way?”
sweeping over me. The wind was ter He turned to the Cossack.
rific. And if it hadn't been for you—” “No, Boyarin,” the man answered, his
He laughed again, showing his splen foot in the stirrup. “My way is not your
did teeth. way. Goodby, Boyarin.”
“Boyarin,” he went on, “may it please He swung into saddle and rode off at
you to tell me your name. Who knows? a brisk trot in the direction of Moscow.
I may be of service to you some day.
May it also—” THEY watched him out of
“Of service? You?” cried Gerasim. sight; then, mounting, they
“To my master! The impudence—” Continued their course. Both
The Cossack ignored the interruption. were silent. Gerasim never
“May it also please you, Boyarin,” he talked when in bad humor, and Mecher
went on, “to tell me your destination.” sky, impressed by the stranger’s per
“My name is Mechersky and I am on sonality, fell into thought, meditating
my way to Boyarin Oduev’s estate.” the possibility of approaching Kirshin
“Oduev’s?” repeated the Cossack. through the unknown Cossack. Perhaps
He seemed surprised. He scrutinized the man knew Kirshin, was on friendly
Mechersky with a frown, then whistled terms with the already famous leader.
long and softly through his teeth. Then, recollecting the circumstances of
“So that’s whither the wind blows!” his meeting with the man, he laughed at
he said thoughtfully. “Well, no concern the thought. The Cossack had been
of mine. Whoever you are, whatever alone on the highway. Improbable that
your destination, you may depend on my he should prove to be any one of im
help, should you need it. And who portance. No. All this about the ring,
doesn’t, no matter who, nowadays? the help he was in power to give for the
Here’s my ring.” asking—sheer bluff! These Cossacks, a
He drew off a large ring of bronze conceited lot! A lone wolf probably, this
which he wore on his thumb and gave it one. A wandering robber. On his
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He missed Gerasim’s presence. Would manner toward him. “Why are you
Marina succeed in getting him out and treating me thus?”
sending him on to Kolomna? He won “Because,” one of the men explained
dered about this as he galloped on. quietly, “the ring we found in your bag
told us that you are a friend of one of
S U D D E N L Y a group of our comrades. It is a custom among us
horsemen emerged out of the to give some object, a sword perhaps, a
wood he was just about to kerchief, a ring, as in your case, to some
flash past. He had no time to outsider who has rendered us some ser
turn his mount about, for the Cossacks vice. Should the man fall into the hands
(Mechersky recognized them as such by of one of us fellows, he is recognized
their shaggy hats) had filed across the and treated as a Cossack’s friend.”
road, blocking his way. One of them “But surely, you Cossacks are not all
was beside him and grasping his bridle. acquainted with each other,” Mechersky
He caught a glimpse of the man’s dark cried. “There are too many of you.
face, mouth wide open, as the man And then what if a man thus distin
shouted orders to his companions. Then guished by one of you—well, if the trin
everything grew black before his eyes. ket he has is not recognized—”
Some one had hit him on the head from The Cossack laughed.
behind. He lost consciousness. “Why,” he cried, “the man himself
When he came to, it was to find him would be the first to tell us about it. In
self half sitting up by the roadside and your case, however, we happened to
staring into the faces of the Cossacks know the owner of the ring. We recog
surrounding him. In silence they helped nized the ring at once. We’ve seen him
him to his feet. Their evident solicitude wear it. On his thumb.”
bewildered him. One of the men was “You know him? His name?” cried
holding Mechersky’s money bag in one Mechersky eagerly.
hand; in the other he held forth a large The Cossacks shook their heads.
ring of bronze. “That would not be fair, Boyarin.
“How came you to be in possession of Had he wished you to know his name,
this ring, Boyarin?” the man demanded. he would have told it to you himself.”
Mechersky explained. He saw no Dawn was breaking when the domes
reason for secrecy. and crosses of the ancient citadel of
The Cossacks looked at one another. Kolomna sprang into view—a cluster of
“Your tale sounds truthful enough,” glitter and color rising out of the deso
their spokesman said. “If it will please late plain in the distance.
you,” he went on respectfully, “we will The Cossacks slackened their pace.
escort you to your destination. The “Here we leave you, Boyarin.”
roads nowadays, with us fellows wander “Wait,” said Mechersky. “One of you
ing about, are dangerous for travelers,” take the ring to the man who gave it to
he added with a laugh. me. Tell him I want to see him. Some
“I would regard it as a favor,” Me where near the spot where the two of
chersky replied politely. us first met. He’ll know.”
His horse was led up to him and held “And the time?”
deferentially while-he mounted. Then Mechersky meditated. Already the
the Cossacks swung into saddle and the snow was beginning to thaw. Patches of
little cavalcade set off at a brisk trot mud were appearing along the road. The
along the highway. nearby woods were alive with noise
“There’s something I wish to ask,” heralding the approaching Spring. The
Mechersky said after a prolonged si sound of rivulets gushing forth in the
lence. He was deeply mystified by re fields came to him, and he listened to it
spect and deference in this wild band’s with apprehension.
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“Time?” he repeated. “Depends on dow at which the two stood. “And the
weather. As soon as the roads allow roads are even worse. We’ll have to
travel again. As to the exact hour—tell wait till the sun dries it all.”
him to be on the lookout for me. No The sun indeed was shining brilliantly.
doubt he has plenty of time at his dis Mechersky began to take heart as with
posal. A lone wolf, he looked to me.” Posharsky he watched the partisans who
He handed the ring to a Cossack. packed the streets and alleys about the
“Lone wolf,” the man remarked. “He governor’s mansion where the old war
is, in a way. Goodby, Boyarin.” rior had put up his headquarters.
They whirled their mounts right Every tribe, nationality and class
about, and Mechersky watched them which made up the population of Russia
gallop off and out of sight. Then he had its representative in Posharsky’s
rode on to Kolomna. army. Serfs in rags; dignified freemen;
fat bellied merchants; lean monks;
“NOT that I expect much haughty boyars; narrow shouldered arti
help from that Cossack,” he sans; muscular laborers—all were here.
explained when talking the Tartars with their high cheekbones and
matters over with Posharsky almond shaped eyes. Flat nosed Kirgisy.
some hours later. “But the fact that Fair haired Choovashy, that Finnish
the mere discovery of the man’s ring in tribe of fishermen one meets in villages
my possession should have influenced along the Volga.
the robber band as it did impressed me A poor, bedraggled, haggard-looking
greatly. I realize now that a strong army, but there was something heroic
sense of solidarity exists among these about it nonetheless. One knew in
wild people. All for one and one for all, stinctively that here each man had come
that is how they strike me. If the Cos to fight for his ideal of truth and justice.
sack I told you about should join us Posharsky’s drushina, some five hun
with, say, three hundred, five hundred dred men, had formed the nucleus of this
men, even that would be a help.” strange army. The call to arms the old
“A great help,” Posharsky, a tall soldier had given voice to in Nijni Nov
gaunt man dressed in a plain blue kaf gorod some seven months before had
tan, remarked, thoughtfully caressing his awakened the patriot in every Russian
graying beard. “They are great fighters who had chanced to hear it. From all
and their presence alone would raise the parts of the land they hurried with
partisans’ spirits. So far we have not a scythe, sickle, ax, spear, or knife, to an
single Cossack in our ranks. As to what swer that call. And during Posharsky’s
you call your blunder,” he went on, lay progress from Nijni Novgorod to Ko
ing a kindly hand on Mechersky’s arm, lomna a handful of men had swelled to
“with Oduev, stop fretting about it. So an army of thirty thousand crude but
far it has done us no harm.” courageous soldiers. And more and
“No harm!” cried Mechersky. “The more partisans were joining it every day.
Poles have started for Moscow. Prob “Yes, they are a splendid lot,” Poshar
ably they are in Kremlin already. And sky, his eyes sparkling proudly, agreed
they would not have been had I not—” to Mechersky’s remark of satisfaction.
“You mean, had not Oduev proved “By the way, where is your Gerasim?”
traitor. The Poles might have learned he added, for he had never seen the two
of the Czar’s death through other chan separated before.
nels. And in that case our reaching Barely had he time to utter the ques
Moscow ahead of them would have been tion when Gerasim in person stumbled
improbable, anyway. Look—” he nod into the room. He was covered with
ded his gray head at the mud-filled mud from head to foot and could hardly
square which stretched outside the win stand for weariness.
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hat, a sure sign that the men he repre “Still, we might beat them,” Mecher
sented had no hostile intentions. sky interrupted him quickly. “I can
The partisans watched his approach promise you a rich reward.”
in silence. Still at some distance from “Boyarin,” Kirshin stopped him, his
them, he cried loudly— laughing eyes suddenly grave with emo
“Who among you is the Boyarin Me tion. “I am a robber. What riches I
chersky? Boyarin, be pleased to follow need I procure fpr myself. Do not talk
me.” of reward. Now I am a simple man and
He whirled his mount about. Mecher- my speech is simple. Let me explain
sky rode up to him and, followed by myself in my own way. I t’s like this.
Gerasim, they rode at a brisk trot across I hate Moscow and the Muscovites and
the field toward the Cossacks. the Czars, th a t’s true; but I too am a
Three of the latter meanwhile had Russian. I love Russia. Then there’s
separated themselves from the rest, who the debt I .owe you personally.”
remained behind, a black immovable “Then you agree to join us?” cried
mass, and came riding at a leisurely Mechersky.
pace to meet Mechersky. “Yes, if you will not interfere with my
“Look!” Gerasim cried suddenly. “If braves. That is, once they get inside
it isn’t that robber we dug out of the the Kremlin, they must have a free
snow, master?” hand. You must not expect them to be
“What robber?” their bareheaded merciful with the Poles. Let the Cos
guide demanded sharply. “Whom are sacks do what they like, and we might
you talking about? That’s Kirshin.” win. But burden them with condi
“Kirshin!” repeated Mechersky. tions—”
“Well met, Boyarin,” cried Kirshin as “There’s some one in Kremlin, I —I
the two parties met and halted, ex had wished to be spared,” murmured
changing formal greetings. “You see Mechersky.
how quickly I come to answer your “Cossacks are a rough lot and must
summons. Since I got the ring, I and have their fun,” said Kirshin. “So if you
my braves, we’ve been camping in the agree to let them amuse themselves—”
woods waiting for you. Ah!” he went Mechersky was silent.
on, flashing an amused smile at Gerasim. I t was the fate of a woman against
“An old friend. How are you?” that of a nation. For a moment, only a
Gerasim grinned. moment, he wavered.
“We are marching on Moscow against “What?” Kirshin threw him a keen
Dimitri the False,” Mechersky explained. look. “Is it some woman, Boyarin?”
“Would you care—” Mechersky averted his eyes.
“Against Dimitri? But I thought you “No matter what your conditions, I
were a friend of Qduev.” agree,” he said quietly.
“I had been, before he went over to He turned his horse and with Kirshin
the Poles. I am for the Duma of Bo by his side rode back to Posharsky.
yars and whatever Czar that Duma The Cossacks, it was decided, would
and the people between them decide to form the front ranks, and in that order
elect.” the two armies set forth in the direction
“Oho!” Kirshin laughed, his dark, of Moscow.
strong face a-glow with sunset. “You In some fashion the Poles had already
are ambitious, Boyarin. And I had learned of their advance. They sent out
thought you were with the Poles. But their scarlet coated Uhlans, who, how
against Dimitri— You know, I am not ever, in the very act of making a bold
a man to fight for a lost cause. For onrush upon the enemy some five versts
that’s what it’d be. The Poles number from the capital, suddenly turned right
a hundred thousand men more—” about and galloped off. They had not
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expected the Cossacks. With this dis organized bands they started to flee
covery, their return into Moscow threw through that exit. The partisans who
the city into commotion. The Poles were still outside the walls did not pur
withdrew their forces into the Kremlin sue them. Their attention was centered
and barricaded themselVes behind the about the Czar’s palace, the windows of
massive walls. which were already dark with the shad
I t was a splendid sight that met the ows of the Cossacks.
eyes of the besieging armies as, travers
ing the outskirts of the city abandoned MECHERSKY, in command
by the panic stricken inhabitants, they of the partisans near the gates
approached the Kremlin Wall and sur through which the Poles were
rounded it. escaping, led his men into
Black and ominous against the eve Kremlin through that entrance. He was
ning skies rose the turrets and bastions anxious to get into the palace. Sword
of the ancient citadel, aglow with innu in hand, he pressed through the swarm
merable torches, the windows of its pal ing Poles who, mad with fear, attacked
aces reflecting the red light of the flames. him from all sides. Recklessly he fought
The thunder of cannon shook the earth his way, step by step. And all at once
under them, but the deafening sound he was in the inner court. He wiped his
was drowned in the shout of the a t sword and rushed up the palace steps.
tackers as, sword, scythe or knife in Death and havoc were there—broken
hand, they rushed upon the walls. Par windows and doors; furniture strewn
tisans formed living ladders which the about the floor. Along the great stair
Cossacks scaled with the swiftness and way the bodies of the Poles, the Cos
agility of cats. They reached the cor sacks and the partisans lay in heaps.
nices and began to creep along them, Blood was everywhere. And the gloomy
looking like so many black flies to their halls and corridors were packed with
comrades far below. shouting partisans and Cossacks who
Scalding water and boiling oil were ran about with flaming torches in their
poured upon them from above. A rain hands, seeking victims who had so far
of arrows blinded them. Flaming torches escaped their wrath.
were flung into their faces. Many fell Mechersky rushed on toward the
and died, but others replaced them; and Czar’s apartments. The first room he
there they were, again creeping along the entered was empty. The doors of the
cornices toward the turrets where the next had been torn down, and there was
great cannon stood. light beyond the gaping aperture. A
Soon some of the Cossacks were in an group of Cossacks ran out of the room
inner court on the other side of the wall. and rushed past Mechersky who, as they
Yelling at the top of their voices, they disappeared, in a stride was on the
began to cut left and right, pressing the threshold they had just crossed. A fig
Poles against the walls and making an ure of a man suddenly appeared between
end of them there in the most cruel man him and the light beyond. It was Gera
ner. I t seemed as if they had gone wild sim. He laid a trembling hand on his
with the sight of so much blood—the master’s arm.
blood of their enemies and that of their “Don’t go there, Boyarin,” he said.
own comrades both arousing them to an “There is no need to go there.”
incredible fury. I t was their passion Mechersky knew already what it was
rather than their strength and strategy he would see in that room. He pushed
which won them that day one of the Gerasim aside.
greatest battles in Russian history. I t was a small praying chamber and,
The Poles, however, had succeeded in on a bearskin before the wall sparkling
opening one of the minor gates. In dis with bejeweled ikons, lay the body of a
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woman. Gently Mechersky lifted her in raiment and the nearness of the throne
his arms and laid her on a bench. Evi would frighten the killers away. Too
dently she had been praying when the late he was to find out his mistake. The
Cossacks rushed in. Her hands were Cossacks took to their heels at the boy
still clasped as if in prayer. ars’ approach, but only because they had
“I hurried here,” Gerasim explained. already done what they had come to do.
“I saw it done—but they were too The false prince knew his last hour had
many—” come. The boyars too were aware of
Mechersky, pale but calm, motioned the fact and so stood in embarrassed si
him to be silent. lence, watching him.
“Keep guard over her,” he said Dimitri was crawling again. Leaning
quietly. “I must find the boyars. Have on his elbow as he paused to rest, his
you seen them?” large blue eyes, glaring with their strange
“Saw them hurrying into the throne fanatical fire, fell on Mechersky and re
chamber.” mained there as if pleading for some
And thither Mechersky now ran. thing. Mechersky ran up to him.
On the threshold he paused. It was “The throne,” Dimitri whispered. “I
a singular sight that confronted him. have no—strength—to reach it . . .”
There was no light save from the torches Mechersky understood. He made a
outside which, streaming through the sign to the boyars, and between them
tall windows, filled the throne chamber they helped the dying man into the
with a sort of reddish mist. The pol throne chair. I t was his last wish.
ished stone of the floor glowed rosily and “I,” whispered Dimitri. “I, Dimitri,
along it a man was making his way the Czar of all the Russians . . . ”
slowly; crawling, creeping, on his feet And there, on the throne which he wds
now, and then down on his knees and to have ascended the very next day with
hands, toward the huge mass which all due pomp and ceremony, he died,
loomed at the end of the apartment— surrounded by his enemies who held him
the throne of the Russian Czars. up tenderly as he breathed his last.
The man had long black hair, cut The sun was shining as Mechersky
round like a monk’s. He was cut and flung open the windows of the throne
bruised horribly about the face. The chamber to learn the names of the can
robe of gold cloth edged with sable—the didates for the next Czar—which the
robe in which he was to have been crowds outside were shouting loudly.
crowned on the morrow—was torn and Kirshin entered and stood beside him.
hung about his naked shoulders in ta t “What name are they calling?” asked
ters. And as he crawled he left a trail Mechersky. “For all this din, I can’t
of blood in his wake. Wounded and dy make out—”
ing as he was, he was almost unrecog “There’ve been many candidates,”
nizable, but Mechersky knew him at Kirshin said. “But now only one re
once. It was Dimitri the False. mains. They’ve shouted the others
At the door, watching his painful down. The name of the man—I ’ve
progress from under their shaggy eye never heard the name before. Romanov,
brows, stood the boyars in a silent group, it is. Mihail Romanov.”
immovable. They wore the look of men “New dynasty,” Mechersky sighed
who find a situation above their ability. with relief, and both glanced toward the
Dimitri, as Mechersky learned later, throne, no black looming mass now, but
had been attacked by the Cossacks in all aglow and blazing with gold and
his bedroom. Snatching his coronation jewels in the morning sun.
robes and flinging them on hurriedly, he “Romanovs. New dynasty, yes. And
had fled here, into the throne chamber, who knows—” Kirshin smiled his cun
thinking apparently that the Czar’s ning smile—“perhaps the last.”
Story o f the A rm y A irm en
Tow T arget
By ANDREW A. CAFFREY
cadets and enlisted men but with their Now and then, as that poker game
fellow officers. This, however, did not moved onward into Web Field history,
go for Cadet Acrid Akerly. But, as Cadet Delano sang snappy snatches of
Delano often told the fellow cadets, that little ditty which has to do with
Acrid was understudying Adjutant High the Argentine and the Greek. But De
Pockets Merritt; and, therefore, Acrid lano went light on the Greek, only to
could not be expected to see the fun in come down hard on the Argentine and
fun. add the Colombian, the Ecuadorian, the
“And Lord love us!” Delano would Peruvian, the Brazilian, the Chilean, the
yell. “There’s loads of fun even in the Paraguayan and the Uruguayan. All
worst of commanding officers and ad those boys from South America were the
jutants, if you know how to bring the real reasons why all these beshowered
fun out.” boys of North America were put in- a
Delano went to extremes in bringing position where they must needs pass
out that fun. At times comedy and their time in sinful poker and cooling
tragedy trooped hand in mitt. water.
At the time of orating Delano and the I t’s the truth; Those cousins from
group of cadets were in the shower room, the South had put the wild ones from
rear center, of the long cadets’ barracks. the North out of work. I t was a very
I t was shortly after noon. The hot altruistic move on Uncle Sam’s part, that
Florida sun made of that shower room thing of asking the South American
the finest place on earth. There was a countries to send a number of their of
pretty stiff poker game under way in the ficers up to enjoy our flying course. Al
dry corner of the large room. And many truistic and very silly, for at no time
of the wild cadets were wearing only did our training fields have equipment
what the well dressed gentleman usually sufficient to keep our own cadets in the
wears in a stag shower. Not much. air. But Uncle Sam invited the South
The poker game was being played, ern cousins, and said cousins came in
Army style, on the floor. It had been numbers. Then the guests were put to
under way since early morning, so most work flying. And the cadets, midway
of the cadets were as flat as the floor of their courses, were told to stand by,
upon which they played. Poker and all smile and be ready to take up where
games of chance were under the ban at they quit, providing that the cousins
Web just at that time. Now and then, left any equipment fit to fly.
on all Army fields, such an order goes up, She was one tough war on the natives.
and the law comes down, and there’s no For Delano and some of the others it
more gambling—out in the open—for was hard to take; but Acrid Akerly ex
two or three days. However, as a rule, plained that it was merely inter-country
Major Dodo Dodson and High Pockets courtesy.
made the rule stick; and there was very
little gambling at Web, except in the ffiyi t vu THERE was a loud singing
major’s quarters when Mayor Button, coming down through the bar
of Arcadia, and some other outsiders racks. The loud singer was
came in to spend an evening with the coming from the direction of
major and his adjutant. the orderly room; and the poker game
All of which has little or nothing to was quickly converted into a sedate
do with this story, except to show that game of contract bridge—four long faced
the major and his adjutant were out to players plus a gang of kibitzers.
protect the best interests of the men The oncoming singer was Lieutenant
over whom they held sway. Yep, they’d Mosher, officer in charge erf cadets.
help ’em just as long as they could make Mosher was the kind of man who, if he
the thing hurt. were to be changed into a snake, would
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have chosen to be a rattler. That is, he came in and mooched a smoke. Cor
was a sportsman and believed in giving poral Fox was the flying office clerk.
a warning. So, as always, he now rattled He was also a sort of combination baro
as he came; and his sirtging wras awful. meter and weather vane. If he’d talk,
Rattling even louder, Lieutenant and he usually would for cigs, Fox could
Mosher hesitated outside the washroom tell the cadets what the immediate future
door and, standing there, he yelled a held for cadets. That is, he could spill
meaningless order to a room orderly at the flying office dope before said dope
the far end of the barracks. Then, know reached the vulgar status of common
ing that his victims had been warned, knowledge.
Lieutenant Mosher busted into the Corporal Fox now took a long drag
washroom. of the borrowed cig, remarked that he
Somebody, fully military, yelled atten liked a certain other brand much better,
tion! And Mosher, absolutely anti-mili and then said—
tary in his action, gave the command “There’s a swell chance for one of you
the Bronx cheer, adding: cuckoo kaydets to go to work for the
“As you were! And carry on with dolled up gents from South America.”
your bridge. If there is anything I like “How come? What do you mean
to see it is a gathering of full chested, work?” Delano bit.
red blooded Yanks busy with their “The tow target ship needs a pilot,”
bridge. A worthy game. And if I can Corporal Fox made known. “Pop Wil
put a requisition through supply, I ’m liams got knocked down by appendicitis
going to draw a real nice bolt of pink this afternoon. They just flew him in
crape and bedeck you boys for our from the range. Major Feest should be
Spring dance. Now in my day the rough taking the old boy apart by now. So
soldiers played at charades and kissing hop to it if you-all want that job. Don’t
games. That’s what won the war. But rush. There’s almost an hour before the
we’re no longer at war. tow target is due over the range for the
“However, soldiers,” Lieutenant three o’clock period.”
Mosher carried on, with a change of Sergeant Pop Williams, who had been
subject, “I notice that there’s a palmetto knocked down by appendicitis, was one
fire off to the south. Looks to me as of the few -enlisted pilots at Web Field.
though they’d be turning out the troops Pop had been flying the tow target ever
to fight said fire before many hours have since there was a tow target at Web.
passed. Also, there’s a mob of those The tow target ship is the plane that
all-bone Florida cattle working in along tows a cloth target at the far end of a
the west fence. Somebody will be shag long line. The students, eagerly han
ging them off the flying field before the dling real machine guns with real slugs,
day’s over. I t’s hellishly hot out on that sneak up on that towed target and try
flying field too. Oh, well, I must be to prove that they are good marksmen.
pushing along. I merely mention these Piloting the tow target is a job that calls
things so’s you good cadets will be all for a conservative pilot. Pop Williams
set to play your part. Yes, sir, fighting was that, and th at’s why he seemed to
fire is hot work on a day like this, and have a life job of the thing. Never had
plenty dirty too. And as for shagging Pop’s ship or Pop’s rear seat man been
thin Florida cattle off a thin Florida hit. Some record.
range, well, there just isn’t any percent Fox, still standing there in the shower
age in the thing.” room, made a slew switch and began to
Mosher’s wild wards forthwith lost all, pick his left ear, the while waiting to see
or nearly all, interest in the poker game. how the offer of a job affected the listen
They were coming to their feet and talk ing cadets. But he knew how they’d
ing the thing over when Corporal Fox strike at that fly. Hell’s bells, brother,
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there wasn’t a cadet on Web who didn’t lano’s good advice and retreat to the
want to fly that tow target. What fun, wing loft down in No. 12 hangar. I t was
if handled rightly, with said fun as an the last hangar on the line, and out of
objective! Each and every one of those use for flying purposes. Many long
cadets stretched an ear and leaned for games had been safely played therein.
ward. Delano was the first to speak, Others of the group went out through
and he didn’t seem to be for it at all. the other doors.
“Fox,” Delano growled, “you must Delano and a few others who had been
have a dash of hangman in you. Fly operating almost entirely without clothes
the target ship! What a hell of a crust went to their bunks, there to array them
Old Man Fox’s dashing son seems to selves in attire that would permit their
have. Ask a Yank cadet to fly the tow passage through the camp streets.
target for a gang of wild shooting out Delano, however, was hurrying, and
siders! That’s one swell idea. Why, dressing fully military. At the same
look here, gang. Do you men know that time, Delano kept an eye on his mates,
Pop Williams is the only tow target better to note if any of them were dress
pilot that hasn’t, at one time or another, ing in like manner. Cadet Acrid Akerly
got his tail riddled with slugs? Know was; and Delano told himself that you’d
what happened to Paul Hass, up at expect just such deceit from Acrid.
Kelly? He got it, and got it cold. Acrid, Delano decided, was going
“You remember that Lieutenant Ott down to flying office for that tow target
got it at Chanute Field, eh? And at job. So was Delano. All that killing
Issoudun, during the war, they lost three stuff that Delano had recited was bunk.
men doing the same work. Tell you No tow target pilots had been killed at
what—the tow target is one thing that Kelly, Chanute, or overseas at Issoudun.
has no place on a training field. Fly the Anyway, to work with the speed of De
tow target? If I thought that any one lano and Acrid, we’ll get this story right
of my mates was flying that job I ’d—I ’d out into the company street and headed
—well, I ’d be all broken up. No foolin’— for flying office.
I couldn’t sleep. In no time at all, each in his stride
“Say, Fox, you and your damned and buttoning his blouse, Delano and
bright ideas get t ’hell out of here. You’re Acrid were making tracks. One had
bad luck to cadets. You’re a curse,- quit the barracks by one door, the other
guy-” by another. But Acrid was all of fifty
“It was merely a passing remark,” yards nearer victory than Delano. Still,
Corporal Fox said. “Give me another Delano was Delano. While Acrid made
cig, Delano, and I ’ll be moseying along. his military advance on the flying office
Guess this field can carry on without me via the main entrance, Delano popped
for a few hours. I ’m going to quarters his head over the sill of one of flying of
and sneak up on a bit of misplaced slum fice’s windows, saying to the officer in
ber. See you later.” charge of flying—
“Listen, gang,” Delano then said, with “Pardon me, Lieutenant, but can I
Fox out of the way, “let’s us boys dribble come in?”
out of this washroom. With that fire
coming up from the south, and those THE officer in charge of fly
cattle moving in from the west, it’s best ing, Lieutenant Cushman, was
that we boys go across to the wing loft alone. He said:
and resume our little game of poker. “Climb over, Delano. W hat’s
Some of you birds are in me for plenty on your mind?”
jack.” “Corporal Fox told me to report,”
A few of the cadets went out the side Delano lied. “You want me to fly the
door, innocently intending to follow De tow target, I understand.”
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“He did, eh?” Cushman mused. He for your white bus. We’ll go round and
glanced at his watch. “Well, you’d best round, eh? Have some fun. I ’ll take
be getting out to the hangar. You’re you on for a bit of combat, maybe. See
due over the range in twenty minutes. you later, slow boy.”
Use your head, Delano.” “Aw, nuts, big head,” Acrid shot back.
Just then a knock came on the door. “Hope t ’hell the South Americans hang
Cushman told the knocker to break it it on you.”
down and come in. Delano, on his way The remainder of that hot afternoon
out, sort of stepped aside to allow the produced nothing new or startling in the
pop-eyed Acrid a chance to pass in. daily doings of Web Field. Delano flew
“What can I do for you, Cadet?” a long period of tow target work for the
Cushman asked. Southern cousins. Acrid hopped his all-
“Why,” Acrid stalled. “Well, sir, Cor white messenger plane here and there.
poral Fox told us that the tow target Some of the enlisted men and cadets
job was open, and I wanted to apply for were sent out to watch the palmetto fire;
it.” which, after all, behaved very well and
“Too late,” Cushman told Acrid. kept away from the flying field and long
“Delano just drew the plum. But I ’ll line of hangars.
tell you what you can do, Cadet. You As for the lazy, wild eyed, all-bone
can fly the messenger ship for a few days. Florida cattle, they required some shag
Lieutenant Pope is going to be away ging before the planes could make their
from the post for two or three days. landings at the end of the last flying
You can start right now. You and period. Delano ran some of those cattle
Delano hop along.” ragged as he came down for his last
Quitting the building, Delano told landing. But that was against field
Acrid that the latter’s job, flying the rules, for more than a few Web Field
messenger ship, was a good assignment. ships had been washed out doing the
Safe, Delano called it. Slow and easy, same thing.
but perfectly safe. Acrid, trying to quit During the hot night the palmetto fire,
Delano’s walking company, told Delano still keeping out of camp, reddened the
where Delano could go. Acrid was a bit southern sky. A changing wind was
sore. Delano had sure hung one on him. fanning the flames, sending the spread
However, flying the messenger bus was ing fire to the east of Web. Some of the
a job. I t was a flying job, at that. And Arcadia folks drove out during the eve
flying is flying, no matter what kind of ning, thinking that Web might be losing
flying a cadet might be doing. a hangar or two. And Web’s fire guard
The messenger ship was a plane used watched all night.
as a sort of flying office and headquar Delano and Acrid were the only cadets
ters dispatch runner. I t worked be booked for any flying on the following
tween the different flying stages, scat morning. At early mess Delano regaled
tered over a dozen or more miles of the fellow cadets with the glory of tow
country surrounding Web Field. Also, target flying, assuring them that it was
twice a day, early in the morning and through Major Dodo Dodson’s expressed
again at noon, the messenger ship flew desire that he, Delano, was filling the
up to Arcadia for the post mail. And dangerous job. Naw! He hadn’t begged
that in itself was worthwhile. Oh, Acrid for the job!
wasn’t so badly off, after all. He’d have “The major told High Pockets to pick
a chance to cut himself in for some fun; the steadiest eye and the firmest flying
and he told Delano so. hand in the cadet barracks,” Delano
“I ’ll help you, Acrid,” Delano prom went on to explain, “so High Pockets
ised. “If you run out my way, out over said to the major, ‘Cadet Booth Delano
the machine gun range, I ’ll be looking is your man, sir.’ And last night, look
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ing me up in person, High Pockets “what are you doing in this tow target
brought me a handful of the major’s best ship? Who said you could fly it? What?
cigars, with the major’s compliments. Speak up!”
Flattering is what I call it. Tell you “I was assigned to it yesterday after
what, the big boys are always pampering, noon, sir,” answered the wild Delano,
me. Now you take Acrid—he couldn’t with a strange feeling around his brave
stand up under such swell treatment. Yank heart.
I t’d go to his head. But, anyway, Acrid For a minute it looked as if High
sure drew himself a swell job. Safe too. Pockets was going to tear down Delano’s
Tell you what, men, a pilot on the mes meat house. Then, on second thought,
senger ship should be able to win the maybe High Pockets decided that it was
aviator’s long white beard. Just the job all right with him if the whole Army was
for old Acrid, eh?” shooting at Delano’s tail. Perhaps, after
Cadet Acrid Akerly then said some all, this was the solution to all Web Field
things that are very soldierly but entirely troubles. Let Delano fly the tow ship.
unprintable. He was two tables removed “All right,” Captain High Pockets
from Delano, but Delano, when he finally said. “I just wanted to know,
orated, talked to the whole mess. And you know. Hop to it, and get over to
it made a mess of Acrid’s self-control. the range.”
So, after saying all those unprintable
things, Acrid wound up with: r DELANO’S rear seat man,
“One of these days, Delano, I ’ll drive I f T O Corporal King, climbed over-
you out of the sky! I ’ll make you suck 'Y i j S r side, strapped into his belt
air, wise guy!” and yelled that they were set.
“That’s a threat and a promise, Acrid.” I t was King who really handled the tow
Delano laughed. target. His job it was to pay out the
High Pockets Merritt was on the long cable, note the hits, then reel her
deadline when Delano and Acrid came in at the end of the runs. The tow ship
out to climb aboard their ships. High flew red flags. A red streamer at either
Pockets had a word for Acrid. wing tip, one on the landing gear, and a
“Are you flying the messenger ship to fourth on the rudder. All other ships,
town for the mail?” he asked. seeing those red streamers, were sup
Acrid Akerly saluted and answered posed to get out of the immediate sky.
that he was. And was there anything he In that way they were sure to keep
could do for the adjutant? There was. themselves safe from flying slugs.
“Major Dodson just had a telephone Ten minutes after High Pockets gave
call from Mayor Button,” High Pockets the word Delano set the tow ship down
told Acrid. “The mayor wishes to ride on the machine gun range and asked for
back to the field with the mail plane, so final instructions before starting the
you pick him up at Arcadia. Then, later, day’s work. There were ten South
you’ll fly the mayor out over the burn American pilots on hand, their ships
ing palmetto. Mayor Button owns some grounded. At 9:15 Delano and King
of the cattle and land off in that direc took the air again. They flew far into
tion. He wishes to survey the fire.” the east, away from Web, then turned
With that message delivered, High back toward the range; and every half
Pockets rushed over to the tow target mile or so, on the return trip, one of the
ship wherein Delano was making ready boys from the South would dive De
for the day’s work. Already the macs lano’s trailing target, open his gun, do
were getting set to start the motor. All his best or worst, and carry on.
along the line, the dolled-up South When Delano came to the place where
Americans were climbing into ships. the smoke from the palmetto was thick
“Delano,” High Pockets demanded, est he managed to lose a South Ameri
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can who’d been waiting. He and Cor safety belt O.K, Mr. Mayor? Good!”
poral King took time out to laugh at Major Dumb Dodo Dodson, feeling
that; and for a few minutes, forgetting unusually mellow, chatted with Cadet
his direct east-to-west course, the wild Akerly as they stood there at the dead
cadet stopped to verage and remain line and watched the messenger plane
within the acrid smoke. After that, on take the air and wing away to the east
each trip east or west, Delano hesitated of the field, where the smoke of the fire
to have fun in the smoke. drifted high in the sky.
The morning wore along. Ten o’clock Half a dozen miles beyond that smoke
came. There were some mechanical Cadet Delano was just turning his ship
troubles, motors and gun jams, that de and getting set for another westward
layed certain of the guests from getting flight across the range. And by then the
their turn at the target. Time and again worst of the smoke was blanketing the
the tow ship was detailed to fly that machine gun range. Maybe Delano
run; and Delano was getting in the good would lose another gunner in the cloud
old flying hours—gold in the coffers of of smoke. At any rate he was on the
all airmen. alert. And, being on' the alert, Cadet
Back at Web Field Cadet Acrid Ak- Delano spotted Acrid Akerly’s all-white
erly had returned from Arcadia with the messenger ship coming across the range
mail and Mayor Button. Major Dod from the hangars. The all-white craft
son and High Pockets were on hand to wasn’t very high. Fact is, it was just
greet the mayor of Arcadia. Then, about at the tow target ship’s own ele
while Acrid held his all-white messenger vation—fifteen hundred feet.
plane in readiness, the three big shots Delano sat up and took notice. Here
of Web and Arcadia went down to the was Acrid all set to keep his promise and
major’s quarters for whatever it is that make good his threat. Otherwise, the
big shots go to one another’s quarters. all-white ship—or any other ship—would
And it was after ten o’clock before they not be crossing the range while so many
returned to the deadline, all three walk red flags were flying. And—thought De
ing on air. Some of the mechanics on lano—Acrid was playing wise guy and
the line said that High Pockets was getting set to jump Delano from above
skipping. and behind the cloud of smoke. Not
“AH right, Cadet,” Major Dumb Dodo this time, Acrid!
Dodson said. “You can now fly the Delano, keeping his ship well behind
mayor out over that fire. And be care the screen of smoke, slapped full gun
ful, Cadet. Don’t be like that Delano.” to his motor and won some more alti
The mayor, aided and abetted by sev tude. He was at two thousand when his
eral macs, clambered into Acrid’s rear ship was only half a mile east of the
seat. Meanwhile, Dumb Dodo and High smoke. And the messenger ship, showing
Pockets had their heads together; and itself now and then, was still down at
an idea was born. Just the birth of an fifteen hundred. Delano decided to give
other notion. Acrid the surprise of his young life by
“Mr. Mayor,” the major then yelled, diving on the all-white ship while it was
above the idled purr of the all-white in the smoke.
ship’s motor, “we’ve decided that Cap “Get set for some fun, Corporal!” De
tain M erritt should do the piloting. lano throttled his power to yell.
Nothing’s too good for the mayor of At the same time he pointed. King
Arcadia.” looked ahead and saw the messenger.
“Let me have that front seat, Cadet,” Then he waved Delano an O.K. Wham!
High Pockets said to Acrid Akerly. Delano had slapped full power to his
“You stand by till we get back, then bus, lowered its nose, and they were in
take over your ship again. Is your the long dive. The tow ship, behind full
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power, began to pick up plenty of mo tripped the unwinding pawl, put a foot
mentum. Struts and wires whistled on the run-off brake and yelled to De
their wild wail; and the old red-flagged lano. Delano’s motor, at the top of the
crate shook and shimmied under the zoom, was now throttled low, and the
punishment. Shook and shimmied! wild one was getting set to let the ship’s
Well, there should be a little of that stuff nose fall through its whip—that is, out
in a hard dive, but it struck Delano that of control.
there was a bit too much of the abuse “The cable!” Corporal King yelled.
going on here. He turned to glance at “I t ’s fouled the other ship’s prop. Stall
Corporal King. King had the same idea. her down! Stall her down!”
Both tumbled at the same time— Cadet Delano stalled her down, cut
they’d forgotten to reel in the tow tar ting his motor to its lowest idling. Back
get! And back there-^high above the slid the tow target ship on its tail. 1500
ship—the silk cone of the tow target feet showed on the altimeter. Then
was whipping itself to pieces. That 1400, 1300, 1200, 1100, and 1000 eleva
wouldn’t do! The thing, with its thin, tion. All the while, with its motor dead,
strong tow cable, might snap the tail off the messenger ship was falling through
the ship before the thin, twelve-hundred- a whip too. But Corporal King payed
pound-breaking-strength cable would out that cable. Then the cable tight
snap. Fact is, the thin wire cable would ened up at its full length. Delano felt
never snap. Something had to be done. the jar and jerk when that happened;
That hard dive had to be ended in a and his altimeter showed 800 feet. By
hurry. then the nose of Delano’s ship had fallen
But Delano was already in the upper through the full distance of whip, and
part of the smoke cloud. And the all- the under surfaces had hit the air flat.
white messenger plane was somewhere Delano had to ease a bit of power to his
out front. So Delano, with full throttle craft and redress his fall. He looked be
still on his motor, pulled back the stick low, down to the messenger, through the
and zoomed. And as the nose of his smoke, and in that flashing second of
ship came up, Delano saw the all-white earthly hell he saw the lower ship do a
ship’s bow coming abeam of him, and queer, sickening half turn and free it
not a hundred feet to spare. self from the cable.
In that same split second of smoke Full throttle went back on Delano’s
clogged chaos, High Pockets saw the ship. Down went his nose, for speed,
tow ship. And High Pockets made the then up she came; and he had redressed
wrong guess; for, instead, of darting be his flight—with an altimeter reading
neath Delano, he too zoomed. The all- slightly lower than 200 feet.
white ship was running only at cruising Looking back, Delano discovered that
speed. High Pockets’ zoom was a very the smoke had taken the other ship.
feeble, underpowered effort. It merely Tough on Acrid! It was up to Delano to
served to lift the craft’s nose high into a do what he could in the line of rescue
stall. And while the all-white messenger work. But for the all-white ship the
hung there in its powerless, controlless thing seemed hopeless. I t had been too
stall, Delano’s trailing, whipping tow near the ground for recovery.
cable came along and lashed itself a After a few minutes’ sashaying back
few turns around High Pockets’ propel and forth through the 'smoke, close to
ler shaft, in between the propeller and the ground, Delano and King found the
the radiator. ship. It was upside down in a lagoon,
By then Delano’s ship was on the top with just the landing gear and tailskid
of its zoom. Corporal King saw what above water. And as they circled and
was happening. He had a few yards of watched they saw two men come from
cable on his winch’s winding drum. He under the wreck, helping each other.
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That was that, and the pair had had a sion to go along with you to Miami.”
lucky break. Mighty lucky! “Leave that to me,” Captain Traveler
Delano laughed, turned to King and told Delano. “Don’t you say a word.
cheered the brave. Then, so as not to I ’ll talk it over with Lieutenant Mosher.
be seen, Delano took his ship away from He’s in on the stuff we’re going to get at
there, back into the thick of the smoke. Miami.”
In a few minutes he put her down and
rolled to a stop back on the range where FIVE minutes later Delano
the officer in charge, Captain Traveler, set the tow ship down on Web.
was waiting for him. He landed in front of Hangar
“Did something happen back there, 3, where Corporal King said
Delano?” the captain asked. the target was.
“I ’ll say it did. Captain,” Delano an “I ’ll have the new one tied on within
swered. “The messenger ship came bust five minutes,” King said as he slid from
ing through the smoke and almost the ship and ran toward the hangar.
smacked me down. And as I pulled “That’s swell; make it fast,” Delano
up into a zoom my tow cable fouled agreed. “I ’ll trot over to flying office
their prop. They’re in a lagoon, upside and make a quick report.”
down. But we took a look at them, and But Delano, on his way, spotted Lieu
they’re jake.” tenant Cushman in front of head
“Serves that damned Akerly right!” quarters hangar—No. 6—three buildings
Captain Traveler yelled. “Serves him beyond where his ship had been left on
right! Busting in across a machine gun the deadline. Cushman was talking
range, and with all these red flags flying. with Major Dodson. As Delano drew
Forget it, Delano. You were on your closer you could have floored him with a
run; and I ’ll go all the way for you if single swat from a small sized question
anything’s said. All right! Get back mark. Who was standing there with the
into the air. I want to give three more major and Cushman but Acrid! It
of these ships a crack at the target.” stopped Delano.
“But the target’s gone,” Delano told “Sir,” Cadet Delano said to the major,
the captain. “Cadet Delano wishes to report an ac
“I ’ve got another one back at the cident out on the machine gun range.
hangar,” King told them. The tow target plane met the messenger
“That’s jake,” Captain Traveler de ship in the smoke that is blowing across
cided. “Hop back and get it, Delano.” the range, and the messenger ship is now
He studied his watch. “And make it in a lagoon, upside down, sir. There are
fast. I ’m hopping a De Haviland to Mi two men with the wreck. Neither, I be
ami, Delano. Were you ever to Miami, lieve, was hurt.”
Delano?” Major Dumb Dodo Dodson’s eyes
Delano said that he hadn’t been to bulged from their sockets. Then he be
Miami in a long time. gan to tear his hair and yell:
“Well, get going now, and you can hop “You, Delano! What are you doing
over there with me. Maybe we’ll make with the tow ship! You wrecker, De
a night of it. Maybe a couple of nights. lano! That was Mayor Button and Cap
And when you get back to the field, re tain M erritt in that ship. And you knew
port the crack-up to flying office and tell it too, Delano. This time you’ll get a
Lieutenant Cushman to have the De court. Mark my words, a court!”
Haviland on the line. We’ll hop right “But, sir,” Cadet Delano said, “the
out and have a bite to eat in Miami.” ship had no right over the range. Cap
“Yep, you will, Captain,” Delano tain Traveler exonerates me, sir.”
said; and added, “but the Old Man or “Traveler!” wailed the major. “Ex
High Pockets will never give me permis onerates be damned! I ’ll—I ’ll—say,
142 ANDREW A. CAFFREY
Delano, I ’ll see you later. in, Corporal, and we’ll run out to the
“Cadet,” Dumb Dodo now said to Ac range and tell the captain that there’ll
rid, “you climb aboard that ship of De be no more work this period.”
lano’s and fly me out to the lagoon. Delano and Corporal King, making a
And you, Mister Cushman, see that the quick take-off, weren’t far behind Acrid
field service trucks start for the wreck. and the C.O. when the tow ship neared
Better send the ambulance too. Come, the western edge of the machine gun
Cadet. Hurry.” range. Acrid, forgetting to remember
“But the tow target ship, sir,” Delano that he was entering dangerous air,
said, “is due back at the machine gun headed out over the range, with the
range. Captain Traveler—” smoke and the lagoon far ahead.
“Be damned to Traveler! Delano— Off to the north of the range, strung
d’y’hear me?—I ’ll take your ship and see out over a couple of miles, Delano
you later.” spotted three of the machine gun ships.
Corporal King was all set to go. He They were flying figure 8’s, just killing
had the new target attached to the time, and Delano knew that those South
cable’s end, pulled up into the long tin Americans had been sent up by Captain
cone under the ship’s belly. Delano Traveler to await the coming of the red
said: flagged tow ship. By having them in
“We don’t hop, Corporal. The ma the air in that way much time would
jor and Cadet Akerly are taking our be saved; and, hence, Captain Traveler
ship.” and Delano would be on their way to
By then Acrid had swung up into the Miami in jig time.
front seat; and Major Dumb Dodo Dod Now, as before mentioned, the tow
son was clambering laboriously into the target’s cable was carried on a small
rear pit. And when the major eased his winch in the rear pit. The tow target
fat self down into that seat there wasn’t was a silk cone, some fifteen feet long.
much room left, not even for argument. When that length of air-catching cone
“Better pull the red flags off, Delano,” went aft it was likely to put some tug
King suggested. on the cable. And to prevent its tug
Delano agreed that it was a good idea. ging the whole tail off the ship the
He stepped nearer to the ship, holding winch’s winding drum was checked by a
up a hand for Acrid to pull up for a foot brake. By means of that brake,
jiffy; for Acrid was already easing power worked by his left foot, King could play
to his ship. out the long line without putting any
“Sir,” Delano called loudly, starting strain on the ship. Likewise, the paw]
to explain to the major, “I think—” that prevented the drum from unwind
“Think!” Major Dumb Dodo Dod ing at the wrong time was controlled by
son wailed above the snap and purr a pedal, right foot. There was no guard
of the engine. “Delano, you never had on the pawl’s kick pedal, for no one but
a thought in your useless life! Go Corporal King ever handled the target.
ahead, Cadet. Take her off! D ’y’hear! Major Dumb Dodo Dodson’s two-
Take—” fifty pounds of swelled-up manhood
But the C.O’s yelling was killed by the filled that rear pit to the spilling point.
roar of power as Acrid hit her on the tail, A big man in a small pit will always do
full gun, and shot out across the field. more or less squirming, kicking, trouser
While they stood there watching their pulling and shoe shuffling. Well, to
ship take the air, a cadet taxied in to the make short shrift of what happened, Ma
deadline with another plane. Delano jor Dumb Dodo kicked the pawl pedal;
met him. and the target snapped back into the
“Say, Red,” he said, “I ’d like to use air, out of the ship’s belly cone. Acrid
this bus. Don’t kill your engine. Hop felt the jar and jerk on his controls. He
TOW TARGET 143
guessed what had happened. He turned clump of palmetto. His rudder, one ele
and pointed. The C.O. turned, and saw. vator, half the stabilizer and an aileron
Then, still shuffling, his left foot fell had been shot away. And Major Dumb
upon the brake pedal; and the cable Dodo Dodson was out there on the bar
stopped running. Only about a hundred ren, among the palmettos, doing a war
feet of cable had gone aft; but the tow dance, shaking his fist at the sky, and—
target’s cone was in full bloom. the men in the air knew—cussing.
And they were over the range by While Delano circled, Captain Trav
then. And Delano saw what had hap eler jotted a note. Then Delano tight
pened. Also, Delano saw the three ened his circling into a low, tight verage
South Americans stop their cutting of and the note was dropped. The note
figure 8’s and start for the target. That said that there was no place a plane
was bad! I t was bad because Latin and could land, safely, within a mile of that
South American marksmanship is noto spot. But the wreck would be reported
riously poor. at flying office. Then the captain yelled,
The first of the three machine gun “Home, James”; and Delano pointed the
ners made his try for the short target ship’s nose at Web.
when Acrid was just about a mile from Out on the deadline Lieutenants
the pile of smoke clouds. Delano Cushman and Mosher were talking the
watched Acrid and Major Dumb Dodo thing over with a group of fellow officers
look aft with the greatest surprise. Then and South American guests. Captain
Major Dumb Dodo, accomplishing the Traveler told them that it was an over
seemingly impossible, managed to duck land job, and to take their time and do
his head and shoulders down into that the thing right. Cushman pointed to
crowded pit, taking quick refuge, in his a De Haviland that waited on the line.
panic, behind a cowling that couldn’t Lieutenant Mosher, at Captain Trav
have turned BB shot. And the second eler’s beck, walked toward the De Hav
machine gun ship was bearing down on iland with the captain and Cadet De
them. lano.
That second South American was “Jack, old top,” the captain said to
lethal, close to tragic. Delano and the Mosher, “I ’d like to have Cadet Delano
men on the range saw the red flag along with me on this Miami hop. Too
bounce off the tow ship’s rudder when bad the C.O. and Captain Merritt are
the machine gunner opened his gun. absent from the post, but maybe you
Acrid had his ship elose to the screen can give Delano permission to accom
of smoke by then. Maybe it would pany me. What?”
prove his salvation, and Major Dumb “And why not?” was Mosher’s re
Dodo’s too. But the third and last ma ply. “Delano has worked long and well,
chine gunner wanted to get his crack for almost a whole day, and he has a
at the good old target. So he actually vacation coming. Take him along.”
followed on into the smoke, still shoot Ten minutes later, looking neither to
ing. right nor left—nor downward—a pair of
Delano and the men on the range, in De Haviland gents passed over a section
cluding Captain Traveler, missed the of wet Florida wherein were two wrecked
rest of that show. But Delano made a ships. Those wrecked ships were within
quick landing, picked up the captain, half a mile of each other. And while
as King stepped down, and took the air they didn’t look down, in a manner that
again. Once more Delano flew low and could be noticed by the four men with
searched the ground under the smoke. the two wrecks, the De Haviland men
Once more, after about five minutes’ did sneak a glance. All four wrecked
work, Delano located a wreck. Acrid men were standing by their ships. Good
had managed to set his plane down in a men and true.
By D O N A L D B A R R C H I D S E Y
G entleman B ruiser
HREE coaches, all bound Brigh- bound with yellow and trimmed with
from further argument.” vastly greater; and even his best friends
He was missed at Brighton, of course, —if it could be said that he had any real
and later in London. In the clubs, at friends—would have been amazed to
the opera, they asked one another what learn how furious this outwardly calm
ever had happened to Buck Bassin. young dandy could be.
Servants at his house averred that He had been punched into an ambi
their master was indisposed; nothing se tion. Yes, he had achieved a purpose
rious, but he didn’t care to be disturbed. in life. Not an exalted purpose, and
It was not until the sixth day after the perhaps not even a very commendable
episode on the Brighton road that he re one; but it was none the less intense for
appeared. Pale, but perfectly poised, these reasons.
and without a mark on his face, he saun He rose, interrupting Kangaroo’s ac
tered into White’s and resumed his ac count of the reception given to Edmund
customed chair in the celebrated bay Kean in the Covent Garden greenroom
window, where all St. James Street could the previous night.
and did see him. His cream colored “Have an appointment, old fellow.”
trousers had, seemingly, never known
the slightest wrinkle. His blue tailcoat HE still strolled; but in spite
left nothing to be desired. His waistcoat of his appearance of leisure,
—scarlet velvet with embroidered silver he was going to a definite place
flowering—was a masterpiece. But the for a definite purpose now.
exquisite boredom his face expressed was The place was not far distant, at No.
the crowning glory of his appearance. 13 Bond Street. Sidney Bassin knew of
Kangaroo Cooke fluttered up. it, though he had never before been
“Buck, old lad! Missed you at the there. He entered a dim, small hallway.
Rogers’ breakfast. Everybody’s been From somewhere near at hand, through
asking for you. Are you well?” a thin wall, came a rhythmical thump
“Well enough, thanks so much. A bit thumping, the scuffling of feet on a hard
tired.” floor, and occasional grunts and soft
Cooke dropped into a neighboring thuds. An unliveried servant ap
chair and launched into a recital of all proached.
the gossip Buck Bassin had missed. “Please tell Jackson I wish to see him
But Buck was not interested in the gos immediately.”
sip; he was thinking of something quite “Mr. Jackson’s busy right now, sir.
different. If you—”
They did not understand him when “Please give him my message!”
they said that the Honorable Sidney A business man was Gentleman Jack-
Bassin was incapable of any sustained son, and a good one. He had never met
effort or any serious, continued thought. the Honorable Sidney Bassin, but of
They did not understand how incalcula course he had heard of the famous Buck,
bly sensitive the young man was. And and had seen him; and recognizing him
he was governed by a genuine fastidious from the description given by his ser
ness which none of these butterflies ap vant, he lost no time getting to his
preciated or even suspected. private office.
When that highwayman had laid “This is a great pleasure, Mr. Bassin.
hands upon him, the Honorable Sidney Can I help you?”
Bassin was honestly and profoundly “I want you to teach me how to fight.”
shocked, horrified. He felt the deepest “Nothing easier. You want private
mortification at the fact that he had lessons, of course?”
been beaten by a common robber on a “Very private! I don’t even wish any
public road. The physical pain he did body in town to know that I am having
not mind; but the pain in his soul was lessons. You must bring your apparatus
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to my town house and help me fit up a earth. Hostesses might rant and weep
gymnasium there.” He paused, eyeing all they pleased; polite little notes of
the smooth giant in front of him. “All regret were his only answers to the in
this is irregular, I understand that. And vitations that still poured in upon him.
of course you will fix the price yourself.” His servants now merely told visitors
This amiable bonecrusher was hurt by that Mr. Bassin was not at home to any
the request for secrecy. Too good a busi body. He was never seen riding in the
ness man to consider doing anything but Park. He did not appear at the opera
acceding to this request, he was at the or at any of the clubs. He had appar
same time too true an artist not to resent ently lost all interest in the theater,
it. gambling, the track and the quadrille.
“It—it’s none of my business, Mr. Nobody who had been at Bath, at Brigh
Bassin,” he said at last, and his manner ton, at Tunbridge Wells, or any other
was faintly truculent, “but maybe I place where a gentleman might be sup
can’t help telling you there’s nothing to posed to recuperate from an illness, could
be ashamed of about learning to box. report having seen him or heard any
Some of my best—” thing of his whereabouts.
“I know, Jackson. I understand. The cockpits and race tracks, where
Some of my own best friends are pupils he had been a familiar figure in the re
here. Boxing’s an excellent sport, no cent past, knew him no longer. But
doubt. I t happens I ’ve never been in there was a considerable stir when it was
terested in it, though, and I ’m not inter learned, quite by chance, that he had
ested now.” been for some time attending every
“But I thought—” prizefight and boxing match held in or
“You misheard me, Jackson. I didn’t near the city. Many gentlemen remem
ask you to teach me to box. I asked bered having seen a solitary man at all
you to teach me to fight.” these affairs—a tall, thin man with a
Jackson was a literate fellow, pos brown slouch hat pulled far down over
sessed of much common sense. He was his eyes, and a long, brown furred pale
accustomed to interviewing gentlemen tot which he wore, even in the warmest
obsessed with a desire to learn boxing; weather, well up around his ears—a man
but that this young peacock, this fa who never • spoke to anybody, never
mous exponent of all that was frivolous, seemed in the least inclined to make a
should express a desire to learn the tac bet, but obviously was concerned only
tics of the prize ring was something new with the fighters and the fights.
even to Jackson. They couldn’t believe it. Some mis
“I t’s a very rough business,” he ven take. Just somebody who resembled
tured apologetically. Sidney Bassin. The Buck himself would
“I ’m ready.” pop back someday—pop back and sit
“I t would mean no fancy boxing les in his usual chair here in the bay win
sons, with me treating you like a fencing dow, right next to the chair Brummel
master with a pupil. You must do ex used to occupy. And he’d stare out over
actly what I say.” St. James Street with that expression of
“I ’m ready,” the dandy repeated. ineffable boredom on his face, and be
“All right. I ’ll give you a lesson every just sufficiently polite to the right per
afternoon from four to six, starting to sons and just sufficiently rude to the
morrow. I ’ll tell you later what you can others. Don’t ever worry about Buck
eat and drink. Meanwhile you must Bassin! He’d never change.
excuse me. I ’ve got a pupil waiting. One afternoon, when they had finished
Good day, Mr. Bassin.” a particularly hard lesson, the Honor
So far as his own circle was concerned, able Sidney Bassin asked—
Buck Bassin had simply walked off the “Jackson, am I a good fighter now?”
148 DONALD BARR CHIDSEY
“You’re a good boxer,” Jackson con one who had rocks in his fists, how to
ceded cautiously. “You know every de slip under a bludgeon . . .
cent trick I can teach you, just about, Jackson taught him many things, and
and you’re much faster than I ever ex the men Jackson brought to that little
pected you to be, and you can stand a gymnasium taught him other things.
pounding.” The Buck, grim and silent, accepted it
“Could I beat any man in the ring all. Night after night he stretched him
today?” self out in his bed, stiff and sore,
“You could beat most of ’em, and you scarcely daring to move because of the
could make all the rest know they’d had pains all over his body. Morning after
a fight. I ’ll say that much.” morning he surveyed himself ruefully in
“Do you think I could beat any man a long mirror, marveling that any one
I ’d meet in the street?” frame could stand such a battering.
“I do not. You’re the best pupil I ’ve And yet, grim and silent still, each after
ever had. Inside the ropes I ’d give you noon he went down into the gymnasium
at least an even chance against any but with Gentleman Jackson and some new
a real veteran who was also a first rate expert from the East End.
fighter besides. But in the street it’s
different. Boxing’s only part of it in a “IT ’S none of my business,”
street fight.” Jackson said once, “but you
“Can you teach me the rest?” aren’t training like this just
“Some of it—not all. But I know to be able to beat some ordi
men who could.” nary man. You’ve got somebody spe
“Then bring them here, Jackson. cial in mind, and somebody who’s good.”
Bring them one at a time, and I ’ll pay “Yes.” Sidney Bassin frowned.
them well for their lessons.” But Jackson persisted.
So it was that the Buck’s town house “If I knew who he was, Mr. Bassin, I
began to shelter ever stranger creatures, could train you just the way you ought
and the servants opened their eyes very to fight that particular man. Since I
wide at the same time that they opened know every fighter in the country that’s
the doors for some of the choicest thugs worth a damn, I think I ought to know
and bruisers and cutthroats of the East this man you want to beat.”
End. Earls and duchesses, ambassa “Jackson, I don’t know who he is my
dors, foreign counts and archdukes, and self.”
even one royal prince, had walked “You mean you just know his ring
through those doors. Such personages name?”
came no longer; but now every after “I don’t even know whether he was
noon there came instead, with Gentle ever in the prize ring.”
man Jackson, the pugilist, some shifty- “But what’s he look like? Tell me.”
eyed fellow from “the Holy Land”, who “I don’t even know that. I ’ve never
fingered brass knuckles in* his pocket, or seen his face.”
a pipe qf lead, or a dagger, or possibly “How will you know him when you
a sandbag tucked under his coat. Down meet him?”
stairs they would go promptly, and there “I ’ll know him,” said the Honorable
they would remain for a long time, in Sidney Bassin, “by his voice. He’s got
the room where Jackson and the young an odd voice, and I have a retentive ear.
master spent so many hours these days, I may not know him when I see him,
while the servants listened, awed, to but I ’ll know him when I hear him!
the curious sounds that came from this And when I do, Jackson, I don’t care
room. where it is, I ’m going to beat that man
Buck Bassin learned how to take a to within an inch of his life, and maybe
knife from a man, how to close in on further.”
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Some weeks later, when the last of Nobody could fathom his purpose,
the consulting specialists from White and nobody could guess where he would
chapel had been paid and dismissed, the appear next, or when. He seemed to
pupil asked again— select the lowest, most dangerous dives
“Am I as good as the best of theip in the city; and though he never de
now?” liberately provoked a fight, whenever
“You’re as good as I can make you,” one was launched in his presence he was
Jackson admitted. “But there’s one sure to be in the middle of it. He
more thing I can’t give you, and th at’s scorned the use of weapons, even when
real experience in a rough-and-tumble. he was cornered by armed men. He
How do I know that when you get into never seemed in the least alarmed if the
a real fight you won’t lose your temper odds were two or three to one against
and forget everything I ever taught you him.
and go swinging away like a wild man?” Many a local tough had sworn to kill
Jackson pulled off his tight leather him. When he walked the dark streets
knuckle protectors. “You got to con and alleyways—nobody ever saw him
sider your opponent without any per in the daytime—it was with the light
sonal feeling at all, if you want to be a nings playing about his feet, a lone wan
first rate fighter.” derer in a cloud of danger. Every in
“How can I learn to do that, Jack- tersection was a potential ambuscade.
son?” From any doorway he might expect a
The veteran shrugged. horde of club-swinging thugs to descend
“By serious fighting, th at’s all. You upon him without warning. But he re
got to train yourself to be perfectly cold mained unruffled, erect, aloof. And for
about the business. Many’s the ring- all the threats against him, he appeared
ster has lost a battle just because he somewhere in the district almost every
lost his temper first.” night.
“I should think it would make a man “They’re all scared of you, Mr. Gen
fight better if he’s angry.” tleman Bruiser,” shouted the Welsh
“I t will, provided he’s experienced Tiger one night. The Tiger was a trifle
enough to take his time and not allow drunk, but three friends stood behind
his anger to interfere with his science.” him. “But I think you’re nothing but
“I see. In other words, the best way a big fake!”
to learn how to fight is by fighting?” The stranger merely looked at him—
“That’s about it.” didn’t move, didn’t say a word; just
“I see,” said the dandy again. looked at him. The Tiger, a monstrous
That night, dressed in some clothes fellow, blustered on.
borrowed from a servant, and with only “You’re a damn low-life snob, an’
a few shillings in his pockets, he made th at’s all you are! An’ I think a little
for the East End. And this was the first of this will learn you something!”
appearance of that extraordinary person “This” was intended to be a right
to whom residents of the Holy Land hander to the jaw. Nobody was more
very soon learned to refer as the Gen astonished than the Tiger himself when
tleman Bruiser. it whizzed harmlessly over the Gentle
The Gentleman Bruiser came to be al man Bruiser’s left shoulder. A sharp,
most a myth in the slums of London. short uppercut sent the Tiger back a
If there had been poets in the stews and few steps, until his elbows ' banged
gambling hells and booze emporiums of against the bar. He shook his head,
Whitechapel and Limehouse, they would amazed, uncomprehending. Then, when
assuredly have immortalized this curious he saw the Bruiser, fists raised and
character in song; and even as it was, ready, quietly waiting, he roared with
there were hundreds of stories about him. rage and charged.
150 DONALD BARR CHIDSEY
The fight that followed was an East and saw two more silhouettes a t the
End epic. By the time the Charlies had other end of the alleyway. And at
heard of it and had mustered a suffi that moment the Welsh Tiger himself
cient force to venture an invasion of stepped out of a dark doorway near at
the premises, there was very little left hand.
of the furniture. The Tiger’s friends “So,. Mr. Smart Man! I got you
had joined the battle; but to help offset where I want you now!”
this, the bartender, himself no insignifi The Honorable Sidney Bassin said
cant warrior, and a profound admirer of nothing. He was nicely trapped, and he
the Gentleman Bruiser, had ranged him knew it. In perfect silence he slipped
self alongside that personage. The en out of his long black cloak; he raised
trance of the Charlies was bitterly his fists.
resented by the Tiger and two of his This was as disturbing a prospect as
friends—the third friend was horizontal he had yet faced. Fighting five men in
by this time, and in no condition to a crowded pub, where there was always
resent anything. Perhaps these men the opportunity to twist and dodge
were punch drunk, or blinded with around and between pieces of furniture,
blood, so that they didn’t know whom and where, as a general thing, some
they were hitting. Whatever the rea spectator inspired with a desire to see
son, they set upon the newcomers with fair play would take sides with him—
much gusto, though without success, that was one thing. Fighting five men
and in the ensuing confusion the Gen in a dark alleyway with nobody else in
tleman Bruiser disappeared. sight was quite another.' Once before
When the Tiger got out of jail, ten he had been waylaid by five men, and
days later, he swore loudly and in many they had all but killed him. Perhaps
pubs that he would not rest until he this quintet would not stop short of the
had torn this damned Bruiser to small final job.
pieces; but it was gleefully remarked The Tiger sprang suddenly, leading
that when he encountered the Bruiser, with his left. The Bruiser caught the
that very same night, in a public street left wrist, twisted, throwing out his right
where there wasn’t a Charlie in sight, leg, and sent the Tiger tumbling full
he simply walked past—scowling and length. Without an instant’s hesitation,
snarling, to be sure, and muttering dire and letting the impetus of this move
threats, but doing nothing more than ment carry him on, he butted with his
this. The Tiger explained afterward head the stomach of one of the Tiger’s
that a bone in one of his hands was friends. There was a choppy “oof!”
broken, which, of course, might have and for the moment, two of the men
been true. were out of it. The butted man leaned
Not that the Bruiser himself escaped against a wall, his arms folded over his
unscathed. For all his uncanny skill at stomach, gasping, sick. But soon he
blocking and sidestepping, he had would catch his wind and return to the
plenty to show on his thin, aristocratic fray. And the Tiger already was crawl
face, as evidence of the battles in which ing to his knees, not so much hurt as
he had been engaged. And strolling astonished.
home one early morning after four un One of the other men punched Buck
eventful hours in a river’s edge pub, he Bassin behind the left ear and almost
found himself in a short and narrow knocked him to his knees. Another
alleyway the end of which was blocked tried to hit him with a piece of pipe, but
by two bulky silhouettes. He had by only struck the shoulder.
this time developed a nose for. danger, The Tiger rose and charged, bellow
an instinct which warned him, a sort of ing like a mad bull. Buck Bassin
sixth sense. Now he wheeled around— stepped this way and that, in and out,
THE GENTLEMAN BRUISER 151
back and forth. For half a minute, in assistants. The blow must have broken
that dim place, nobody was quite cer a rib or two, for the fellow was scream
tain who was hitting whom. ing with pain when he dropped to the
Then somebody slipped behind Buck pavement.
Bassin and caught him around the neck, Two men were on the ground. A
choking him. Two others began kicking third broke and ran for it, losing his
and punching him from the front. nerve. The other two became panicky.
“Hi! What’s all this? Five of you Buck Bassin advanced toward one of
on one man! You ought to be ashamed them—and that man ran. Then the
of yourselves!” last one fled, and it was all over.
The Honorable Sidney Bassin found The newcomer stood over the fallen
himself released abruptly, and none too Tiger, poking him with a disdainful foot.
soon. He slid to his knees, his senses The Tiger didn’t stir. His companion
reeling, his head almost bursting, while was moaning.
the blood banged in his purple temples. “I thought for a second or two there
Somebody’s knee kicked him in the face, I was done for, matey.” The newcomer
then for an instant he was unmolested. extended a huge right hand. “Thanks
for pulling me out.”
THE newcomer was alone, but “I have you to thank for saving my
this fact did not prevent him life,” said Buck Bassin. He made no
from taking the side of the effort to grasp the extended hand.
Gentleman Bruiser without “They meant to kill me.”
hesitation. , “That Tiger’s a mean man. I beat
“All right, matey? Give me a hand him once before, inside the ropes, but I
as soon as you can, will you?” never expected to have to beat him
The Honorable Sidney Bassin strug again, along with half his friends. I ’m
gled to his feet, dizzy but undismayed. Jim Brent. The Red Cyclone, they call
I t gave him renewed confidence to have me.
somebody fighting next to him. He The Honorable Sidney Bassin did not
leaped at the nearest footpad, hitting see fit to say that on one previous occa
straight and hard. sion he had heard the Red Cyclone’s
“Easy, matey! Cool and easy does it!” voice . . .
In fact, the Buck had gone too far. “You must be that Gentleman Bruiser
Somebody got behind him again and everybody’s talking about?”
grabbed him around the neck. But he “I believe they have some such name
slipped the grip, tripping the assailant. for me.”
Then the newcomer was in distress. The Buck’s hands trembled as he put
Two men had him down and were kick on his cloak and hat, but it was from
ing him. Buck Bassin, dropping his fists eagerness, not from fear.
and stepping sidewise suddenly, sprang “We’d better clear out,” the pugilist
to his rescue. The stranger rose, to face suggested. “This fellow’s making too
the Tiger. much noise here. That sounds like
“Oh, so it’s you, you mealy faced in Charlies coming now.”
sect! Well, I beat you once, Tiger me They ran to the other end of the alley,
boy, and I can do it again!” and ran still until they were a safe dis
A long right arm shot out from no tance from the scene of the battle.
where. There was a sharp, hard sound, There, in a better light, they^turned to
like the cracking of a whip, and the survey each other.
Tiger’s knees buckled. “I t was a grand fight, matey. We
At the same instant the Gentleman ought to go somewhere and have a drink
Bruiser planted a terrific blow against on it, eh?”
the lower left ribs of one of the Tiger’s “I entirely agree with you.”
152 DONALD BAER CHIDSEY
low’s bear-like embrace that he was in in his position the blows could not have
the grip of a man much stronger than been hard enough to be practical. In
he had estimated. He would be obliged stead he tried to pull Brent down closer
to keep from closing, hit with his fists and roll with him. His hands scrabbled
and stay away. across the bullet head, but there was not
The Cyclone squeezed, squeezed enough hair to grab. He took both the
furiously. Buck Bassin did not waste man’s ears and twisted with all his
strength by resisting: he simply fell over strength; but the Cyclone did not stir,
backward, and the force of the fall and the hammer-like blows against the
caused an instant’s loosening of the grip ribs continued.
around him. He twisted, rolled, kicking Buck Bassin, in an agony of pain, was
up hard with his knees. He got loose, sweating profusely now, and this fact
and sprang to his feet. The Cyclone saved him. One of the Cyclone’s knees,
was up a t the same time, and they planted on a Bassin shoulder, slipped a
faced each other a few yards apart. trifle. Instantly the Buck rolled in that
The.Cyclone moved in, crouching a direction, at the same time twisting his
bit—then sprang suddenly, his arms out antagonist’s head again by the ears.
stretched. Buck Bassin hopped back The Cyclone, to quiet him, punched
ward, landing on his heel; he jabbed him squarely in the mouth, banging his
twice, hard, with his left, cutting the head back against the board floor; but
Cyclone’s mouth; then he hopped back the Buck made good his escape and
again to avoid another rush. got to his knees. Brent leaped upon
“Stand up and fight like a man,” the him again, but this time the Buck was
Cyclone muttered. better prepared. He caught both the
Cyclone’s wrists and pulled the fellow
THE Cyclone advanced again. clear over his back, throwing him full
Buck Bassin brought up a length on the floor. I t was a flying mare
right to the stomach; the from a low position; and if the Buck
Cyclone did not even grunt. had been standing instead of kneeling,
A man of iron, this Jim Brent. The some of the Brent bones must have been
Gentleman Bruiser changed his attack, broken. As it was, Buck Bassin was too
shifting to the face. His own ribs were weak for lack of wind to follow up his
aching still from the force of that hor advantage properly, and the Cyclone
rible squeeze; and the Cyclone made no jumped to his feet, stunned but not
attempt to punch his jaw, but ham seriously hurt.
mered persistently a t his body. For full There was no let-up. The Cyclone’s
two minutes they stood toe to toe, strategy was to prevent his opponent
pounding each other. The Cyclone tried from recovering his wind.
repeatedly to get in closer, but Buck The only way to keep the man" from
Bassin kept him away with straight, closing seemed to be to punch his face.
hard, clubbed blows in the face. The Cyclone, his fists low, punching for
Then Buck Bassin’s right wrist was the body and always intent upon get
caught, and he was jerked forward. He ting his arms around his enemy once
knew what was coming and tried to side more, made no attem pt to block these
step, but the Cyclone was too fast for blows; when he could not roll his head
him. He crashed to the floor, a stun to the punches he took them square;
ning fall. He rolled instantly. But but because he kept his chin tight
Brent, with amazing speed, jumped up against his chest, it was difficult to hurt
on him, pinned down a shoulder, and him.
started to pound his ribs with a huge Both men were bleeding now, Buck
right fist. Bassin from his mouth, the other from
Buck Bassin did not try to hit back: his mouth and from cuts on both sides
THE GENTLEMAN BRUISER 155
of his face. The Buck’s chest and abdo the Cyclone had used that instant to
men were red with angry welts where scramble to his feet.
the big fists had flailed them. Brent’s But only a glorious animal spirit was
body, on the other hand, was fair and keeping Jim Brent upright now. He no
fresh, and he was not breathing hard. longer tried to pound the Buck’s body,
By now Buck Bassin was interested he no longer tried to close. His position
in only two things. One was keeping now was the usual one, elbows high,
free of those immense, crushing arms; palms turned toward his face. He was
the other was getting a punch to that concerned only with blocking another
low, pumphandle chin. There must be such blow to the chin—blocking it, at
a chink in this man’s armor somewhere; least, until he could recover a fuller use
he could not be all steel and whalebone. of his senses, clear his head, regain con
The jaw must be the weak spot, the trol of his shocked nerves.
Buck told himself. That was why Brent And Buck Bassin was concerned only
held it so low. I t was a waste of time with breaking down that defense. Merci
and strength battering the fellow’s face, lessly he battered at it, pounding the
pounding at his cheekbones and mouth forearms, the elbows. Some of his
and nose and temples. He had managed punches got past it and crashed against
to open a cut over Brent’s left eye, but the Cyclone’s face, but as long as those
the blood flow was sluggish and it did arms were raised it seemed unlikely that
not seem probable that he could punch the Buck would be able to finish the job
Brent into blindness in this manner. he had begun on the Brent jaw.
No, the jaw was his one hope. He He tried a trick. Simulating over-
watched it constantly, punching less, confidence, he himself closed in. The
feinting more, and always avoiding the Cyclone, scarcely able to believe what
bull-like charges by means of which the he considered to be a rare piece of good
Cyclone hoped to close with him. fortune, dropped his arms and reached
Finally he got it. He had stepped in, for the bear hug he so badly wished to
instead of stepping backward, to meet get. Buck Bassin stepped back with
one of the charges; and this movement lightning swiftness and launched a left
so startled the Cyclone that, suspecting hander to the forehead. I t threw the
a trick, he halted suddenly, and his jaw Cyclone’s head back—and it was fol
went up for an instant. Buck Bassin lowed promptly by another straight,
dropped his heels to the floor and swung hard right to the momentarily unpro
in a right-hander with every ounce of tected jaw.
strength left in his body. The blow was The Red Cyclone crumpled without a
perfectly timed, perfectly executed. The sound and pitched forward on his face.
Brent head snapped up, the Brent legs He was not shamming this time. He
collapsed, and the Red Cyclone, abruptly was out.
lax, slid to his knees and then toppled The Honorable Sidney Bassin glanced
sidewise to the floor. once at the man, then staggered to the
Right fist raised for the finisher, Buck table where the wine stood unopened.
Bassin sprang upon him. But the eyes His right hand refused to grasp the
were closed, the body was limp, and bottle; he must have broken it on
Buck stayed his blow. He could not hit Brent’s jaw, he reasoned. But with his
an unconscious man. After all, he didn’t left hand, perfectly steady, he poured
hate this fellow—not any longer. It was himself a glass of champagne; and he
finished now as far as he was concerned. raised this glass to his lips. In the dim,
He realized his mistake when Brent’s wavering light of the one candle he
legs suddenly entwined his and he was smiled upon his fallen foe.
almost thrown backward. He stumbled, “Here’s to you, Jim Brent. You’re a
recovered, made for the other man; but damn fine fighter!”
156 DONALD BARR CHIDSEY
THE flutter that was caused mous bay window, and everybody
when Sidney Bassin made his gasped when the Buck, taking his accus
d ra m a tic re a p p e a ra n c e a t tomed chair, calmly seated his acquain
White’s was never forgotten tance in the chair at his right—the chair
by anybody who was present. that had not been occupied by anybody
At first glance, you would have said since George Brummel fled to the Con
that here was the old Buck back again. tinent.
For his yellow Chesterfield and cream “Why do you like to sit in a place
colored beaver were the very latest notes like this, Buck?”
in fashion; his boots shone like polished “Because it’s one of the best places in
glass and four diamonds glittered in his town to meet men who’ll make really big
heavy silk cravat; any real tailor would bets. And I plan to take every penny
have swooned with delight at his mul I ’ve got or can borrow and put it on you
berry tailcoat and his silver flowered to beat Tom Cribb.”
gray velvet waistcoat; any actor would Brent flushed with pleasure.
have wept in jealous despair at the in “That’s mighty kind of you, Buck.
describable elegance of the man’s man You ought to get good odds. You see,
ner when he took a pinch of snuff in the Cribb’s never been beaten, while I have
entrance hall. —once.”
And yet there was something de “But that will be the last time, Jim.”
cidedly changed about him. He walked White himself, all a-twitter, summoned
still with studied negligence; but it was in haste from his upstairs office, finally
a firmer, straighter walk. His eyes were drew the Buck aside and remonstrated
cold with contempt, as always, and there with him.
was the usual faint sneer on his mouth; “My friends, Mr. White, are my own.
but somehow these expressions no longer I ’m a member in good standing, and I
seemed affectations. The Buck was have the right to entertain here such
firm, hard, purposeful. Nobody who saw guests as I choose. Isn’t that so?”
him could explain the nature of the The host was afraid, physically afraid.
change, but every one recognized its He had never before heard this perfumed
existence. dandy talk in such a fashion, and he
Besides, his cheeks were puffed and had never before seen that hard, steel
swollen, both his lips were cut, there like glitter in the Buck’s gray eyes.
was a bruise under his right eye; his Instinctively he took a step backward.
right hand was swathed in bandages “Of course, Mr. Bassin. Yes, of
which enwrapped a plaster cast, and he course. Only—only naturally it’s under
walked with a limp. stood that you’d only bring gentle
Even more amazing was his com men . . . ”
panion. The Buck, a snob among snobs, “Mr. Jim Brent,” the Honorable Sid
was accompanied by a huge, coarse ney Bassin said firmly, “is, in my opin
creature with a bullet shaped head, prac ion, a true gentleman. If you or any
tically no neck, enormous red hands, body else cares to dispute this fact with
very little hair, and a face naturally me, please leave a card to th at effect
ugly but rendered the more so now by with the doorman. At the present
the fact that it was horribly cut, bruised moment Mr. Brent and I both would
and swollen. resent any further interruption. Good
Everybody in the place stared at them day, White.”
as they moved arm-in-arm for the fa They were not disturbed again.
Continuing
By G O R D O N Y O U N G
he had the uneasy feeling that this man He swung himself about and strode
would actually strip him of his trousers from the room with neck outthrust and
and send him into the chill night with the leather pads of his shoulders stick
shirt tail flapping. He disconsolately ing up ludicrously. He banged the hall
again poked fingers into his pocket and way door as if to jar down the wall.
tried to palm some object. Hat, stick and overcoat were left in
Everhard tapped the hand. Fill’s closet.
“Open up!”
Their eyes met, Hovenden’s hazy F IF I came at Everhard with
with baffled rage, murderous and help lips drawn back and hands
less. Everhard’s narrowed with little clenched. Oaths boiled in her
glints of fire near the pupils. The mouth. Venomous French
tightly closed fingers opened_slowly. A oaths. Hysterical, she screamed:
platinum ring fashioned into a skull and “You fool! Why didn’t you go when
crossbones lay there. I wanted you to! He is one who wears
Fifi Guyot bit her lips to keep from the ring of La Tete de Mort!”
shrieking. “I don’t care if he wears old La Tete’s
Everhard examined the ring curiously. pajamas,” said Everhard indifferently,
“Kurlingen had one like this. I still and sat down on the bed, fingering the
have it. What does it mean, eh? Secret loot appraisingly.
order or something?” His thumb He examined the curious watch
pressed against the skull’s chin. Ever charm. It was quite heavy, slightly
hard looked at the portrait, then at larger than a franc and seemed inartis-
Hovenden. “Looks just like you—or as tically and uselessly thick. He found
you will look to God on Judgment that the two halves unscrewed.
morn!” He threw the ring on to the “I believe you watched and followed
bed. him here!” said Fifi menacingly.
Everhard reached quickly into Hoven “And to save your own neck you’ll
den’s vest pocket and drew out the say that, eh? Try it, Fifi. You can’t
watch charm. lie well enough to make him believe you
“You’ve overlooked this.” I t too went were not in on the game. Hustled him
on the bed. into the closet. Tore off your clothes
“Now send the money to my hotel to and pretended to have just gotten out
morrow morning. Not before eleven, or of bed—with a headache. I ’ll tell him
after twelve. If it isn’t sent, I ’ll tell the you didn’t do it the better to persuade
story to the newspapers, and show this me to go away. I ’ll say you did it to
stuff—” he waved his hand at the bed— make it look that much worse for him.
“to prove it. When I get the money, And he knows you are a badger, Fifi.
you get this back. Now tell little Fifi So, lovely creature, you are in the devil
goodby. She’s dreadfully upset.” of a mess. Ho-ho—see what I ’ve
Fifi jumped up and ran across the found!”
room. The unscrewed watch charm disclosed
“I wish both of you were in hell!” she the seal of La Tete de Mort. He
screamed. showed it to her, but held -it firmly.
“Oh, one word more, Hovenden. Just Her two hands closed on his wrist as
to give you something to think about. she bent, peering. Her hands dropped
Why the hell do you call yourself a as if from poison. She swayed back and
prince of the House of El Kasyd?” spoke with awe:
Hovenden, kicked in the belly, could “He is one of the highest. Nothing
n’t have looked more amazed and hurt. can save us. Oh, you stupid beast of
He tried to glower, but trembled. His a fool!”
mouth opened soundlessly. “One of the highest, eh? I don’t be
162 GORDON YOUNG
lieve it. Not that chump. But pack “I am never angry, Fifi. Just dis
up, Fifi. If I leave you alone they may trustful. But as far as you’re concerned,
do things to you.” it’s the same thing. I ’m leaving in ten
“Oh,” she Cried tragically. “I t is no minutes, and will take you along if
use. He had just told me that Guyot you’re ready.”
is dead in prison. And—” They slipped down the stairs. Ever-
“That’s what you get for failing, eh? hard put Fifi and her suitcase near the
But come on, Fifi—get into a dress.” street entrance where she would not be
“Where can I go? I must register, seen, then called to the concierge—
and they will learn from the police. I “The door, if you please—”
have no friends who will take me in and When the electric latch slipped am
not tell where I am. Ah, monsieur, you the door unlocked, Everhard went to i)
do not know La Tete de Mort. There with a heavy stride, pushed Fifi noise
is no escape. It is death.” lessly through, pulled the door to, too!
She fell into a chair with her head her suitcase and began to look for i
bowed to her knees and tore the filmy taxi.
silk, clenching and jerking as she sobbed. I t was almost 2 a .m . He change
Everhard eyed her, an abject wreck taxis twice, the better to break his tra
of a woman, and thought of another wo if inquiries were made. On the Ru
man; a girl not so old as Fifi, who also Raspail he got out alone, ordering thv
felt the shadow of the sword above her taxicab to follow slowly at a little dif
head; knew that it might fall at any tance.
hour, yet carried on without the quiver A woman, alone, presently glidea
of an eyelid; and that very day, in the through the shadows of the street
disguised tone of social trivialities, had, lights, eyed him, saw that he eyed her,
as she poured tea, pledged him to go on and so stopped.
with the fight if she went down. He “Monsieur is lonely?”
wasn’t contemptuous of Fifi. She Everhard smiled.
couldn’t help it. He was admiring of “No; scared, mademoiselle.”
Vilette, who carried the grace of courage “Ah, no, monsieur.”
with head up and smiling mouth. The Everhard took her by the arm and
gods had bestowed beauty upon both; said:
bravery upon one, but withheld it from “Listen, pretty child. In that taxi is
the other. Everhard found himself a friend of mine. A woman. Her wick
wondering why; then snapped his fin ed husband will turn this town upside
gers, awakening himself, arousing Fifi. down to find her. She must have a
“Come on, Fifi. I ’ll have you out of place to stay for a few days until I can
sight in an hour. Police nor Death’s arrange to take care of her. If she goes
Headers will ever find you. Not if you with you, she won’t have to register.
behave yourself.” And with what I pay, you won’t have
“Where, monsieur? Oh, where?” to work. Will you take her?”
“I don’t know—yet.” He began put “Oh, yes, indeed, monsieur! I too
ting Hovenden’s things into his pocket. once had a husband—”
“If you don’t make plans, nobody can “Bad things, husbands. I don’t in
ever find out what you’re up to. But tend ever to be one. They never please.
go where I send you—do what I say— Come—I shall introduce you. And your
and you’ll live to have a gay time fool address? Thanks. Be gentle with her.
ing lots smarter men than I am.” And when you quarrel, as you two sure
“Oh, monsieur!” Hope leaped glow ly will in a week, don’t scratch her face.
ingly into her face. “You do mean it? That belongs to me. Pull her hair and
Please, you are not angry with me? pinch her arms, btit let her face alone.
Ah, I—” I t ’s all she has.”
THE DEVIL’S PASSPORT 163
She stood up, brushed her dress and caressingly at his neck.
went to him, putting a hand on his arm. “Clever idea, in a way,” he said, turn
“And they are still determined to get ing.
you into a trap. So, please, there is Vilette’s arm fell. He put his own
something I want you to do. Will you? about her, drew her close, looked search-
That is why I have come tonight. Prom ingly into her face—and pulled her nose.
ise?” Her arm moved coaxingly across She pushed at his hand.
his shoulder. “Promise?” “Don’t. But if you want to be nice,
“I ’ll listen.” promise. Then you may kiss me.”
“You know De Rossi’s—” “That a bribe?”
“The diamond shop?” “No. A reward.” She laughed.
“Tomorrow evening, just after dusk, Everhard kissed her.
will you go in there and at the point “So you do promise?”
of a gun make them give you—” “Not yet. I just accepted some ad
“Not I, sweet child!” vance payment. Can always return it,
“But you must!” She shook him, in you know.”
sisting. “Deceiving wretch!” He sat on the
“Didn’t I show ’em what I was willing table’s corner, and she stood close.
to do when I shook Hovenden down? “Promise?”
What more do they want?” “If so, then what?”
“They want you to be afraid of the “You will just go in, level your gun,
police.” demand the diamonds and walk out.
“I am. That’s why I won’t hold up What could be easier?”
De Rossi’s.” “Lots of things. Suppose I do it, get
“But please!” Vilette choked a lit caught—or don’t—and La Tete de Mort
tle, then added emphatically, “Don’t you suddenly decides they don’t want such
understand? I t is arranged!” a damn fool playing marbles on their
“For De Rossi to hand over a sack side? I ’m in jail, or have the police
of diamonds—to a stranger?” scouring Paris.”
“No, no, no! Paste!” “But paste? I t will be all right, dear.”
“That’s different.” “Diamond merchants have lost paste
“Then you will, won’t you?” and jarred the insurance companies for
“Your father has fixed it with De the value of real stones.”
Rossi?” “But De Rossi’s! No, no, no! It will
Vilette nodded quickly. be all right if you will do the thing as if
“Yes—my father. Of course. Who you meant it.”
else? You will? And tomorrow?” “No, no, no,” he repeated, shaking his
“But suppose there is some sort of head. “Not so good.”
slip-up, and I am caught?” Vilette asked—
“Oh, then, of course, La Tete de Mort “Then you won’t?”
will get you free, somehow. They will “Of course I will. But I want you to
then have you in their power, but it know that I ’m not jumping up and down
will not be as if for murder. Don’t you with glee. I t ’s not up to what I think
understand?” is your best, Vilette.”
Everhard eyed the glove, slowly pulled The girl sighed, closed her eyes, leaned
at each separate finger, tossed the glove against him as if resting after a long ner
aw ay., vous strain. A moment later, with head
“You want them to think, I suppose, still lowered, she suddenly clutched him
that I have stolen the diamonds for and 'begged coaxingly—
you?” “And please, whatever happens—at
“Why, of course!” Her arm lay lightly any time—please, please don’t lose faith
about his shoulder, her wrist curved in me!” She raised her face; her dark
176 GORDON YOUNG
eyes glowed as if with fever. "You won’t, as you don’t pretend that maybe you
will you—ever?” mean it. Act serious about it, and you’re
“No, of course not,” said Everhard, not as smart as I thought. I know you
putting his arm around her. He watched do really like me. Of course. That’s
her for a moment, then added quite enough. The Fifi stuff is out. I ’m telling
gently, “Whenever a woman talks that you. Hell, you’d throw me, or any man,
way, Vilette, she’s got something up her to the wolves to beat La Tete de Mort!
sleeve.” And I don’t blame you for it. In fact,
“Oh!” Her look was startled. I like you for it. You’re a lot nicer that
“I t’s all right—in a way. You’re hold way, Vilette, than if you let a flutter in
ing out on me. Yet if James is willing your heart make a fool of you. Make
to do a vaudeville stunt in an undertak you forget they tortured your brother
ing parlor to give you a break, I can and murdered him. But don’t try to
risk it. But I ’ll tell you right now—so make a fool of me, either. Understand,
you can change your plans accordingly— child?”
that you are going to be fooled in one Vilette nodded tremblingly, and
thing.” broken smiles came and went on her
Vilette looked at him, tense and ques mouth. She looked at the back of her
tioning. hand absently, gestured hopelessly and
“What do you mean?” went to her chair. She sat down, picked
“I mean,” he said, with a pause' be up her handbag, opened it, lifted her head
tween each word, the better to give em and raised the little mirror. Wandering
phasis to the softly spoken words, “that fingers touched her hat and hair. She
I am not going to get caught!” smiled at herself and murmured inau-
“Why—why, you don’t think— dibly—
Please!” “I told you once, didn’t I, that I
“Not so good, Vilette. But I ’m just should feel sorry for you if you did end
trying to be frank with you. I don’t by loving him!”
know what’s what, but—” he pulled her She snapped the bag, dropped it to
nose—“I’ll play on your side. Only, the floor, took up a cigaret.
wouldn’t it be a lot nicer if you told me Everhard came near, picked up the
the truth?” matches from the floor, struck one, held
“Don’t pull my nose! And the truth is, it for her, then shook it out. Smilingly
you stupid man, I do love you!” she said:
Everhard got off the table, gently “I t is so nice that you do understand.
pushed her aside and walked away, tak Makes it easier.”
ing the glove with him. He stood at the He tossed the matches to her lap.
cold fireplace, with his shoulders against “Vilette, to play your game, go through
the mantel, fiddled with the glove, then what you’ve gone through—the strain
tossed it to the floor. of it! Any man would have caved in
“Vilette, why don’t you play fair? long ago. Only a woman can take it
Why try Fifi’s game? You know I ’m on and smile.”
your side. You don’t have to pull that
sort of thing on me—not as if you meant
CHAPTER X V in
it—I mean, wanted me to think you
meant it.” FIVE M IL L IO N S IN DIAM O NDS
Vilette, from across the room, with
her hands behind her holding to the ta VERHARD moved to the inner
ble, looked at him with anxious eyes,
questioning but not speaking.
“I t was all right when you were try
E edge of the late afternoon crowd
on the Rue de la Paix and paused
before De Rossi’s brightly lighted win
dow.
ing me out. I t’s all right now as long
THE DEVILS PASSPORT 17/
you try-to dash through the front—” apartment at the Hotel Crillon.”
“Pardon, Monsieur de Rossi. I shall De Rossi then turned the key of a
do no dashing. And since you are a gen compartment in the safe, put it into his
tleman, it will be a pleasure to have your pocket and, with the help of Erold, got
company. I know that there are push into his topcoat, took hat and stick.
buttons placed conveniently, which, if Erold accompanied them down the plush
touched, will instantly lock the front covered steps into the shop where both
door so that the ordinary thief has a poor salesmen were now being attentive to a
chance to get away. Permit me to sug slim, dark woman whom De Rossi
gest that I am not an ordinary thief.” greeted unctuously as countess. He as
“Very true, monsieur,” said De Rossi sured her that he would be right back
nervously. and assist in any selection that she cared
“And may I ask if my presence here to make.
is wholly unexpected? You have no lit De Rossi and Everhard went through
tle package of paste—” the front door together.
“Paste, monsieur? Never permitted “Monsieur de Rossi,” said Everhard
in De Rossi’s!” with approval as they stood at the curb
“Thank you. I now see it all, perfectly. awaiting a taxi, “you are a fine fellow.
There has been a slight misunderstand Your manager, Erold, noticed that you
ing. I t ’s quite all right. I am not wholly are a little nervous, and wonders; but
surprised. But now then, please, be very otherwise you are admirable. But re
attentive to what I say, Monsieur de member, not a flicker out of you— Now
Rossi, for I shall tell you what to do and what the devil?”
say, and how to act. You will escort me Monsieur Biradou was right there,
from your store, and accompany me. very erect, with head up, and neat,
And I warn you, Monsieur de Rossi, that square cut beard advanced like an in
if either in the store or on the street, you signia of rank. His dark eyes struck
give the least little faint suggestion of purposefully on Everhard’s face, then
being displeased with my company—ah, struck demandingly on De Rossi’s moist
monsieur, I should so dislike to give your one as he moved from wall to curb
family the sad pleasure of enjoying your through the shifting crowd.
life insurance. But,” said Everhard, “Play the game!” said Everhard warn-
playing poker—“one false move and I ’ll ingly, with a hand on De Rossi’s arm.
kill you.” The next instant he bowed a little, and
De Rossi gasped. He had never be said, “Ah, my friend Monsieur Biradou!
fore realized in all of his life that looks Please, may I introduce you to Mon
and words could have so much the effect sieur—”
of a blow. “De Rossi and I are old friends,” said
Everhard then gave De Rossi rather Biradou crisply.
detailed instructions, with a gesture to He looked at his old friend expectant
ward the safe. Monsieur de Rossi pushed ly, and with imperative demand in his
a button. A man whom Everhard had eyes.
not previously seen came in. De Rossi “I have just explained to Monsieur de
wiped his sweating forehead, but was Rossi,” said Everhard, “that I recently
otherwise almost composed, though came into possession of a considerable
rather tense. sum of money. And since it is necessary
“Monsieur Erold, I present you to for me to have certain diamonds this
Monsieur Jones. Monsieur Jones has evening, we are now on our way to my
just made a large selection of choice apartment for the money and—”
stones. I have put them, together with “You are taking the diamonds with
one million francs, in the safe here. And you, Monsieur de Rossi?” Biradou
I am now going with him around to his asked warningly.
180 GORDON YOUNG
Everhard’s fingers furtively closed on held out his hand. “Goodby, and may
De Rossi’s arm, and the merchant said I thank you, monsieur!”
at once: De Rossi drew back into a corner and
“Oh, no. Not at all! I—they are in pulled his hands against him. He said
the safe.” nothing, but stared balefully. Then he
Everhard smoothly caught up the ex leaned out of the cab to watch Everhard
planation— walk unhurriedly to the underground
“But as soon as I turn the money over entrance and disappear down the stairs.
to him, he will send them a t once, as
directed, to a certain very lovely person.” EVERHARD closed the auto
Biradou’s slim, fine hand daintly matic elevator, sent it down,
stroked his beard. He peered more de- stepped across the hall and
mandingly than ever at De Rossi; but rang the bell.
Dc Rossi looked more determinedly than A slim, thin faced maid in high heels,
ever at passing cars, watching for a taxi. lace cap, lace fringed apron, opened the
“I t would be pleasant to have you door and stared uninvitingly. She had
accompany us, if you like, Monsieur hot eyes and the mouth of a snake.
Biradou!” Everhard suggested, just a “Mademoiselle Colbert, if you please.”
little mockingly. . “Your name, monsieur, if you please?”
Monsieur Biradou also, perhaps, had “Monsieur Richmond.”
never played much poker. He gave The maid stepped back, as if reluc
Everhard a queer look of irritated tantly.
and contemptuous disappointment, hes Everhard entered the hallway. The
itated, then with crisp, bitter twitch of maid cheerlessly held out her hand for
lips, “Mouscailleur!”—the same being, hat and stick, and watched with dis
in jargon, an undependable fellow, fit favor as he removed his coat. Something
only for cleaning sewers. With that, was wrong somewhere. She led the way
Biradou swung on his heel and marched into the living room and said:
o ff. “Please be seated. Mademoiselle
“Here is a taxi!” said De Rossi, and Colbert will come—presently.”
waved his stick, nervously signaling. There was a peculiar inflection on
They got in. the word “presently”; and he soon began
“To the Concorde Metro,” said Ever to understand why. He sauntered about
hard; then to De Rossi, “Please accept the room, turning at every sound, but
my sincere appreciation for your cour Vilette did not come. He sat down be
teous help. I see now that Monsieur fore the fire, meditating. He groped
Biradou was tipped off as to what I idly among the loose jewels that he had
meant to do. Live and learn—never to transferred to his dress coat pocket. He
trust a woman, Monsieur de Rossi. Per shifted to another chair and took up a
sonally, I believe that you have good magazine. He looked at his watch and
reasons to assure the insurance compa noted that almost an hour had passed.
nies that you will most probably recover Vilette chose to keep him waiting, and
your stones. Monsieur Biradou is a the maid had known that she would.
clever man, but for this once he couldn’t Vilette came in languidly, a cigaret
imagine what the devil was happening, in her fingers. She wore black; a plain
and so guessed wrong. But what he says black dress with high, tight, close fitting
to you when he learns the truth will be collar, black stockings, and there were
most painful to hear!” large, plaited buns over her ears. She
The taxi stopped. glanced a t him with aloof disinterest,
“You may now return to your store,” said, “Good evening” in a most casual
said Everhard, getting out. Standing way, and flipped the ashes from her
at the open door, he lifted his hat and cigaret. She lifted her eyes coldly, asked,
THE DEVIL’S PASSPORT 181
“Well?” and turned away, taking up a “You may take your diamonds and go.
magazine as she sat down. Never return.”
Everhard eyed her thoughtfully, but “And I ’d like something to read, too.
could not quite guess what it was all A phone book,” he said firmly.
about. Vilette, with languid insolence, reached
“You don’t look happy,” he suggested. for a push button. Somewhere a buzzer
“No?” She turned the magazine, not whirred faintly.
Ipoking up. The maid appeared.
“Who’s dead?” “You rang, mademoiselle?”
“Nobody that I know of.” Vilette “The telephone book for monsieur.”
seemed interested in a perfume adver The maid shot a glance at Everhard,
tisement. went near the wall, pulled out a drawer,
“Not so good, black—and buns.” took a phone book, then pressed a but
She shrugged her shoulders. ton and brought the telephone into view.
“I’rii in mourning for an idea. I t has She crossed to Everhard and held out
died, completely.” Without lifting her the book.
eyes from the magazine she reached out “Thank you,” said Everhard. She
and crushed her cigaret on the tray. turned. “One moment, please—”
Everhard was sadly puzzled. He The maid faced him. Vilette peeked
glanced about the room. She had furtively over the top of the magazine.
warned him of listeners, spies, micro Everhard took a handful of diamond
phones. He went near her, his hands trinkets and loose stones from the coat
in a coat pocket. The hand came out pocket, selected a ring with an oblong
with the diamond collar. He dangled cluster of diamonds, and offered it, say
it before her, but she did not look up. ing:
He put it on the top of the magazine “Paste, of course, mademoiselle—so
and let it slip down into her lap. I was told! But such good paste that it
She would not lift her eyes, but grop will fool every one. May I? To you?”
ing fingers picked it up, felt it sensitive The maid hesitatingly glanced at Vi
ly; then, reaching absently toward the lette, but Vilette was reading, fixedly.
table, she laid it beside the cigaret tray. “No thank you, monsieur,” the maid
Her face lifted. Her eyes, straight and said, tempted, and started to turn.
hard, looked at him. Everhard tossed the ring. She caught
“Of course, you can always return it it, peered at it, glanced wonderingly at
and get your money back, you know.” him and went away, looking repeatedly
She touched one bun, then the other, at the ring.
eyeing him. Her glance fell interestedly He examined the telephone list, then
on a facial cream advertisement. went to the phone. In a moment he was
Everhard said: saying:
“Now I know why nice boys are said “Herald ? City editor, if you please . . .
to have blown their brains out on your City editor? If you please, I am Made
doorstep. You’d make a polar bear moiselle de Rossi’s chauffeur, and made
shiver.” moiselle has been trying in vain to get
He pushed a small bronze elephant out through to her father’s store to learn
of the way and sat on a corner of the if there is any truth in the report that—
library table, looking at her thought please, just a moment, and mademoiselle
fully. The magazine rustled as she herself will speak to you.”
turned a page. “I have nothing to inquire about,” said
“I ’m beginning to get it, Vilette. All Vilette coldly, laying the magazine aside
of it!” and taking up another.
Her tone was cold, firm, and she Everhard put his hand over the
studied the picture of a corset: mouthpiece.
182 GORDON YOUNG
“Come to this phone—” I t was just least she took what was coming to her
as if he looked across a poker table and without a whimper.
said, “Pay me!” A brocaded runner, intermingled with
rich browns and dull gold, lay on the
HIS tone lifted her eyes; and table. He pulled it, wadding it into a
the look in his eyes lifted her kind of nest. His hands dipped into the
out of the chair. She stared coat pocket. His fingers dripped glitter
at him as she crossed to the ing gems into the brocaded cup.
phone, and she turned, following him “Very good. Everything has been ex
with her glance as he walked away. He plained to De Rossi, eh? By my father,
returned to a comer of the table, where of course! Who else? Well, Vilette, here
he sat swinging a foot and staring at the you are. I said I ’d do it—so they’d
fire. think I did it for you. Here they are.
“This is Mademoiselle de Rossi— Ah But if you are wise, send ’em back to
—what do you say! Five million francs! De Rossi.”
Oh, how dreadful! And Monsieur Bira- His fingers scooped at the pocket. A
dou himself saw—spoke— Oh!” few more unset stones fell glittering into
Vilette slowly replaced the telephone the nest.
on its rack. Very slowly she pushed the “That’s all. All of them. And I
instrument into the compartment arid warned you, didn’t I, that I wouldn’t
closed it. She looked across at Ever- get caught. But you thought—just be
hard’s back and, with slow, lingering cause the great Biradou got to a tele
steps, went near him, and paused. Then phone and said so—that I ’d beat your
she went around in front of him, stood little frame-up by spending Hovenden’s
there and gazed pleadingly. He did not million francs. Thought I ’d lie and say
see her, but opened a novel and fingered I stole ’em, eh? Thought I ’d four-flush
the pages. on you!”
“If I get down on my knees, will you?” “Please.”
“Not if you crawled on ’em from here “Oh, I ’m not blaming you, Vilette.
to Jerusalem and back!” Everhard No. Cats scratch and women cheat.
looked at her; it was the look he would That’s God’s fault—not theirs. I said
have given a friend caught cheating at I knew you’d throw me or any man to
cards. the wolves. I didn’t think the wolf
“I’m sorry.” Her slim, lithe body had would be Biradou. You’ve been holding
a suppliant’s humility. “Oh, I might out on me all along about that fellow.
have known you wouldn’t— But I What devil’s game you’re playing with
didn’t! Oh, please!” him, I don’t know. But you win, Vi
“I might have known some thihgs too, lette. I ’m caught. He knows whom to
but I didn’t. Not till I saw your friend look for. This frame-up does get me. I
Biradou waiting to nail me.” can dodge for a day or two—maybe. Not
“Can’t I explain?” longer. But I know now how he knew
“Go ahead and try.” so well what passports I carried. You
“Oh, I know what you think!” went through my things once upon a
Everhard shook his head, smiling. time—remember?—missed your lunch
“Oh, no, you don’t. No. I think Fifi to do it—on the Trivilia.”
Guyot a wise, trustworthy little virgin— Vilette made a trembling gesture with
comparatively, that is.” both hands, imploring him. Almost in-
Vilette’s face grew pale, as tense as audibly, in a faint, agonized whisper—
when one suffers pain silently. The slim “Every word you say is overheard!”
hands hung loosely. He liked it that she Everhard nodded, and with no change
did not try to touch him, playing the of tone went on—
woman’s tricky game of coaxing. At “You wanted to please Biradou—”
THE DEVIL’S PASSPORT 183
“Shh-h-h!” I t was scarcely more than elephant. Her face dropped too quickly
a trembling gasp, and her body stiffened for him to see the look with which she
rigidly, with eyes pleading. had been staring at*him, and she stood
“Don’t lie to me. You know it, and with an air of half timid, furtive guilt.
everybody else knows it. Can be no Everhard put his palm under her chin
secret about that. And now if your and lifted her face. She looked at him
pretty maid, or butler, or handsome steadily. Her eyes were tense, hot, and
chauffeur hasn’t already notified the po a thin glaze of fright seemed to overlay
lice that I am here, don’t. I ’m warning a look of desperate intent. He studied
you. My price is four hours’ start. And for a long minute; then—
tell your friend Biradou to stay away “Don’t try it, Vilette.”
from me. Somebody’ll get me, all right. “Try what?” she gasped.
But I ’ll be damned if he gets the credit. He shook his head.
And if he makes a try for it, he’ll get “I ’m not sure. You’re up to some
hurt. Understand, Vilette?” thing. But whatever it is, don’t. And
She nodded weakly, but her eyes im I ’m getting a band of crape for my arm.
plored. Death of an idea, eh? Pretty thought,
“Goodby, Vilette.” that. So delicate. Death of the idea
“Don’t go!” that anybody is to be trusted. You look
“Yes, must. For one thing, I ’m going like hell with buns. That was another
to drop in at a little birthday party. Pay delicate way of telling me things, too, eh?
Dodalus back the money I sent you. Clever child.” Everhard patted her
Won’t stay long. But I keep promises— bloodless cheek softly. “Goodby.”
to friends.” “But you said you would stay with
He idly ran his fingers among the me to the end of the game!” she said
jewels. brokenly.
Vilette, with clenched fist to her “Did I? How well you remember—
mouth, shook her head, begging. Her some things. But you were through, all
dark eyes had a terrified stare. Through through with me. And made it plain.
the audible breathing against her hand Anything th at’s tossed to the discards,
came the insistent, vague words: Vilette, doesn’t get back into the game
“Don’t! Don’t go! Don’t leave me! until there’s a new deal. Goodby.”
Please don’t go—” He flipped his hand carelessly and
Everhard laughed at her quietly. turned toward the door.
“Clever kid, Vilette. I missed college; Vilette’s teeth shut, edge to edge, like
but it doesn’t matter, now that I ’ve a sprung trap. The desperate look
known you. One thing more. I ’ll be blazed in her eyes. With no glance
nabbed in a day or two, but don’t inter aside, her right hand, as if there were
est yourself in how I make out. Under eyes in her fingers, closed on the little
stand? I ’ll plead guilty, and take it— bronze elephant.
maybe. But I ’ll not accept any help She took two noiseless steps. With a
from strangers—like you!” stiff arm. swing that began below the
He turned his back on her, adjusted hip and was carried up by a pivotal turn
his coat, felt in his pocket to see if there of her lithe body, she struck the back of
was another loose stone, and patted it. his head as Everhard, noticing that she
He fastened the bottom button, then followed, was turning to look behind.
turned toward her again. An instant too late he had sensed rather
Vilette stood with one hand on the than seen what was coming. As he fell,
table as if supporting herself, the other the automatic, drawn in an instinctive
sensitively toying with the small bronze movement, clattered to the floor.
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GEORGE
E. H O L T
F i n d i n g life too
tam e as a rep o rter and forem an o f
a co roner’s jury, he started o u t in
1906 to see the w orld. W h ile
cycling in England, heard there
was a revolution in M orocco, so
w ent there to see. C overed the
defeat and abduction o f Sultan
M ulai Abd-el-Aziz for A. P. and
scooped the story. Still a young
fellow, H o lt was ap p ointed Consul
G eneral o f the U nited States in
M orocco. This position gave him
jurisdiction over all Americans in
th e C ountry and in close touch w ith
native life. M ore interested in u n
usual people than in unusual action, because they are the ones to cause unusual
action. Experiences led to a tho ro u g h ly sym pathetic know ledge o f the Islamic
m ind. Recognized universally as th e leading au th o r o f M oroccan tales. First
A D V E N TU R E story p ublished in 1912. His “M oham ed A li” cycle for
A D V EN TU R E have been w idely received by m en w ho know as “the best
w riting in English o f the psychology o f Islam .”
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it is an underlying cause of a great before assimilation is complete.
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I X-ray of a Normal Intestine
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