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On t )><* d/t y of ' lit' eruption of Moun)
r. i. <? < ?;?),( John Hardin of th?r v |cum? i j
PrinceNH jive?y??Hf-ol'| Ami'-tUj
I IlilMt oil fi"?H uit ?>!??'*? bout, I.UI I* J<|J
to (navM behind h< r father ami IiIh < fji'i j
pIliiohH. , l|iHKOm Jh OMMHlilU'd ' \ly M'T- I
un-tuU'/. ar.'l i'f?n?0 In H vain fttbrnpl 1' j
III! I p.'ipefH WhlHl IlVrlKtOII j I rip fDUiHK''''' ,
I/I FCllI uboill'd illfl P|'jn< < h') VVll'l hb j
daughter, pa pern proving U(k title to and
telling the whe>/*>il?outit of the* lfint hdunri j
of < 'Inrml'itr. 1 Jlng ton's injur y t u ua< h hit
mlrld td become a blank, Thlrtcoh yeart ,
i-lapHt*. Hernandez. now an opium hwwk
jgjer. with ('onto, 1?m /. a f< male accom
plice, and tho mlndlrf.4 brute that once
wmh IHngttfP. eome le Heaport, wticf? thf
widow of Captain Hifrth.h I*. living with
her Bon Neal and Annette Kington, and
plot to Hloai tho pHpiTH left to Annetp
by her father. Neal tri'-H for adminHloj)
to tjio Naval academy, hut throiiKh the
treaeht-rv of Joey Weleher In defeated by
Joey ami disgraced. Neal cnllHtH In the
navy, j 061 not* a trnp for Joey and the
(.?onuplrutojrH get him In their .power. H<
aKr??*H to Hteul tho papciH for them but
accidentally ?et? fire to the Hardin home
and (1)9 brute-man rejjcueB Annette with
the papera from the, fbirnen. Annette dlB
crovrH that heat applied to the map re
veal* the location of the lout Inland. Hub
Ncquently in a HtruwKhi for ltn poHHenulon
tho map In torn in three parta, Hernan
dez, Annwtto and Neal each aecUrlng a
portion. Annette nulla on the Coronndo
in ocarch of her father. The crew, crazed
by cocaine nmugglod aboard hy Hernan
dez, mutiny, and are overcome hy a
hoarding party from IJ. H. Deatroyer
Jackson. b'd by Neal. In Martinique An
nette and Neal are captured and taken to
a MmtiKKlerH' cave to l>e blown up with
dynamite, but are rescued hy ft Hpongi*
diver.
SEVENTH INSTALLMENT
THE GUN RUNNERS
CHAPTER XXIX.
Identification.
Seriorita Inez Castro ? known to her j
'immediate audience Hy tho pseudonym |
of Irene Courtier ? drew buck In alarm
and affright.
"Hut. charming friend Annotto." she
cried, "you have born snatched litur
ally from the.. JtiwB of dcalii." She?
wrung her hands In despair. She
turned t'6 Neal and laid her hand upon
hln arm. "What aro \vo to do?" Hho
cried. "Wo an' but n handful of
women ? championed by our solitary
sailor hoy. Wo aro no niatch for these
adventurers. Why not kIvo it up?"
Anno'lto Bpranp to her foot. "Nover,"
sho erietl. "Nov'er will 1 >?lvn it vi p. ,
Tho lout lido is ml no. It 1h my fa
ther's, too. 1 niu IlKhtlnp for him,
Irouo, and hn Ih ilyhiinjj In mo. , ITih
blood Ih in my blood."
There was a knock upon thn door.
"Come in," said Mrs. Hardin.
Tho door oponod nivd a man in the
uniform of a common soaman entered.
"Hardin," he said, "been looking for
you everywhere. The commander
wants, you to report, to him at once."
lie grinned a hit sheepishly. "Meslde
that,1' he added, "he told mo I might
hand you this." - 1
ITo passed to Neal a folded sheet ol
paper. Neal opened it and read it.)
A HuHi crept into his face and hin'
eyes sparkled.
"Godfrey," he exclaimed, "I never
thought ? "
Ho handed tho paper to his mother.
"Annette? Irene." ho said, "I. have
boon promoted ? promoted from sea
man on tho Jackson to gunner on the
cruiser Albany."
The bearer of tho note saluted once
more. "Hank ? chief petty olllcer," lie
explained, "and tho cruiser Albany is
due hereabouts thin "week."
Ten minutes later when tho excite-'
ment in that hotel suite at Martinique
had subsided ? at least to some oxtrnt.t
Ireno Courtier leaned forward toward
Annotto.
"Charming friend," sho begun. "Irt
us got down to casgs ? lot us look (
things in tho face. What is the situa- j
tion now?" !
"For ono thing," Annette returned, (
"these pirates don't know ? can't
know ? that 1 am alive." j
Irono Courtier smiled a reassuring
smile.
"(>f course," ?hn responded. "How
could they know?"
"They've got me at a disadvantage," i
went on Annrtto. "They've got my
parchment map of tho lost Isle of Cin* j
nabar? and my locket with my fa
ther's picture in it. It's evidence."
"Ah." said Irene, leaning farther]
forward, "map or no map wo shall;
spiko their guns. Let me plan out a
campaign."
She rose, seized a sheet of paper and
an envelope and pla.-ed them heforo
Annette Ilington. "Charming friend,"
she said, "write as I dictate."
At- tho end of live minutes Irene
took the sheet of paper from the table
and read it aloud. This is what she
read :
To the Fathers of Santa Maria Mis
sion, Santa Maria, Lower California.
'? Reverend Fathers: As sole heir of
the family of Ilington I am entitled to'
possession of the original grant to the
lost Isle of Cinnabar ? the same isle j
granted to my ancestor by Joseph j
Bonaparte, the kinQ of Spain, more j
than a century ago. I have solved tho j
secret of the map and am on my way !
to you. I 'nclose my photograph for j
the purpose of identification.
Sincerely,
ANNETTE ILINGTON.
"So far so good," said Irono Cour
tier. "Now add this postscript,
please:
P. 6. My photograph Is identified
upon the hack by the signature and
seal of the governor of Martinique.
A. I.
"Hut ft Isn't," exclaimed Annette.
Irene held up her.hand. "Vou have
a photograph," she said. "(Jot it at
onto."
A iiii<;t t << obeyed,
"Now," went on Irene, adjusting hor
hat, "lot uh go on to tho governor of
.Martinique.-" ?
In hulf an hour they were In his
presence, Annette proffered her re
quest. Tho governor nodded.
He placed hla signature upon tho
back of the photograph and impressed
his seal In sealing wax also upon tho
back.
"Now, charming friend," said Irene
Courtier, "lot me have tho photo
graph."
Bho placed It In the envelope, and
sealed tho letter. On their way back
to the hotel she dart?d Into the local
post ofllco, darting out almost Immedi
ately. ?
"The deed is done," she said, "the
identification is complete."
Hnlf an hour later, in tho solitude of
her own room at tho hotel in Mar
tinique, Inez Castro took from the
folds of her dresH the letter?the let-*
ter which she had not mailed In the
post, ofllco. She tore it open rapidly
and dropped the photograph upon her
dressing table. With a keen-edged
knife sho performed an operation,
Then sho pasted hor own photograph
upon Annette's cardboard. When she
had completed this performance she
held up tho finished product with sat
' isfttction.
"So," she said to her own counter
felt presentment. "It is you whom the
governor of Martinique vouches for as
tho heir 'of tho llingtons. So far so
good. Let us complete tho identifica
tion."
Sho sat down and wrote ? wroto tho
samo letter that Annette had written
at .her dictation, and sho signed it
Annette Illnglon. Then she placed
It In an envelope, addressed tho en
velope and afJlxed a stamp, hater,
surreptitiously, nlio mailed it.
She Was quite right. Identification
was u matter of importance . and the
identification was complete.
CHAPTER XXX.
Behind Closed Doors.
Tho no sue. many cubby holes on the
Islo of Martinique. In one of these
?cubby holes or hiding places in a re
markably secreted district of St.
Pierre, behind doors closely locked
and barred, there sat a man. He was
? a negro, tall and gaunt ; ho wore a
mustaelyj and an imperial; even as he
sat at case his bearing was military.
Suddenly, ho stiffened. There were
three taps upon the barred door. lie
rose, strode swiftly to the door and
noisily throw back its bars and bolts.
The door opened and three men
crept into the cellar. The negro
saluted.
"Honor Hernandez," ho exclaimed,
"I am from Dolores."'
"So I understand," said Hernandez.
"Dolores," continued the negro, "is
a republic on the coaBt of Central
America."
Hernandez nodded.
The other man loaned forward.
"Senor," he said, "1 am the agent of
the insurrecto party in Dolores. The
insurrecto party in Dolores will one
day own Dolores, body and soul. That
day is sure to come. It needs but one
thing, senor."
"And that one thing?" queried Her
nandez.
The insurrecto smiled. "Wo need a
man who will tako chances," he went
on, "a man who will stako little to win
much; a. man who will put up money
and put up brains to get us what wo
need? to deliver us the goods."
"And what goods do you need?"
queried Hernandez, smiling in his
turn.
The insurrecto showed his white
teeth. 'Oil stoves," he returned, "oil
stoves ? o.f the Mauser type ? of any
type ? made in America."
"How many do you nood?" queried
Hernandez.
"Twenty five hundred rifles will suf
llce," said the other man, "including
ammunition to correspond. And this
cargo, Bcnor." ho added, "is hero in
Martinique. It has come by devious
routes from tho. United States. It is
being watched? closely, jealously
watched, by ' secret service officers ?
by tho government of the United
States."
Hernandez sighed. "What return
does this man of daring got?"
"We will pay you tenfold." said the
spy, "when you land the rifles."
Hernandez smiled. "What more ?
what after delivery?"
"Ah," returned tho other, "twenty ?
thirty ? a hundredfold, when the rev
olution has succeedod."
Hernandez tapped himself upon the
chest. it will succeed." he said. "1
shall bring to it something more than
rifles. I shall bring the brains of Her- \
nandez. i am a gambler, senor, and 1 i
will tako a chance."
The nogro thrust a hand across tho
table. "You are a man among men, '
senor," he exclaimed. Then suddenly
he stiffened onre again. He bent for
ward in a listening attitude. He ,low
t?red hie voice. 'There is Bomeono
Just outside the door," he Bald.
Hernandez strode to the door, drew
hack the holts and opened.
A woman entored? Inez Castro.
"Honor," said Hernandez to the ln
Burrecto agent, "this is Senorita Ine>?
Castro. She is one of us."
Inez nodded to the agent a bit
curtly.
"You bring news?" said H rnandez.
"'Good news.," said Inez. "I have
dispatched a letter to. the fathers of
the Santa Maria mission in lower Cali
fornia."
"You have been- discroet, I trust,"
said Hernandez.
"I have been more than that," re
turned Inez. ''The governor of Mar
tinique himself lias identified my pho
tograph a:i the heiress of Lost Isle "
Hernandez was plainly puzzled.
"Who induced him to put his name
to place his seal upon this photo
graph?" he inquired.
"Annetto Ulngton and I ? " she be
gan.' ' % . ; ..
Hernandez started back. "Annette
Illngton and you," he faltered.
"Oh, I 'forgot.," said Inez. "I have
been getting messages from you, but
I could ?pt; nonn to voti Slip Mill 1Ivp?
The Captive* Were Led Through Dark Passageway*.
this Annette Illngton."
"Incredible," exclaimed Hernandez.
"And what of her companion ? what of
this sailor boy?"
i "He lives, too," said Inez. "He will
be a gunner or a gunner's mate on
the cruiser Albany," she said.
"(Jood," exclaimed Hernandez. "Then
i he returns to the United States."
I Inez shook her head. "Returns ?
! not," she answered. "The cruiser Al
| lmny comes to him*? comes here."
- The InHurrecto agent stopped back
! a pace. "Come here," he said. He
1 glanced at Hernandez significantly.
| "Senor," he added, "we have no lime
l to lose."
"We shall lose no time," said Iler
; nandez. "Leave that to me." Ho
| turned to Inez. "What of this girl
Annette?" he queried. "Has she given
I up the chase?"
Inez shook lier head. "The day after
tomorrow," she returned, "wo sail for
the Panama canal."
Two days later the IUo Grande left
I port for the Panama canal. When she
was fairly out of sight another and
i quite a different looking vessel hove
I into view and entered port.
This latter vessel was* the cruiser
Albany, seeking for something that
; she bad not found-1- As yet. , That day
(Continued on I.nst l'age)
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