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8 YNOFblB. On me <lay o( Dili erijpitOll *>( Mount j'eler ('apt. John Hardin vt i tut *t?.un..i Prliw'HM r<x? u?x iive-year-old IlliiKion (ra(i).ufi opun boa I hui la to leave behind her father ftiuJ hi* <om? panioiiM. (llntfMui l* iibfcuultffJ by H?r ? itaiide* ii ml i'oiito In (i vali) uiiatnpl t<> l<<*l papain which UliiMton I ma" man ik??I lo r ?'/ill aboard the I'rim " >trt Willi ? iiii? daughter, papers proving hl? 'iltljtf ?" ,,n'l telling the wlii'ii ulxiuiH of Ilia l<a>( islam! of CinQubar. liington's injury liiuawi hlu in I ii? I to become a blank. Thirteen years ??Ihi'imm, Hrni'iiiri'x, now ail opium atuug gl?r? with l'onto, Mi< v>, a f. inula accom plice, ami the mludlenn brute thai oneu wan Iilngton, come lo Heaped, wh?irt> th? widow of Ciiptuln lianlln l? 1 i v I iik wltii her son Neal and Aiuitftte illngion* and Elot to atonl the paporii left to Annette y her father. Neal trlea f ?>r admlnnlon to tho Naval academy. hoi through thu treachery of Joey Wcfcher Is defeated hy Joey arid disgraced, Neal enliats in the nnvy. Inta Male a (rap fur Joey and the conspiratore get hlrn In their power. An nette discovers Dial heat applied to the map reveals the locution of the lost In land. In a struggle* for possession of the .map llernartdez, Annette and Neal each secure a portion. Annette sails on the Coronado in scarch of her father. Tho ?rew .mutiny, and are overcome by a boarding party from U. B. Destroyer Jackson, led by NeaJ. In Martlniau* An nette and Neal mt? captured, but aro ?? oued by a appose diver. Inez forgaa Iden tification paper* tor herself aa Annette. In an inaurrectlon Neal and Annette are again captured, carried to tho Bun City add Annette la offered as a sacrifice to the aun god. They are reacued by ma rines from the Albany. Landed In Tortu ga. Annette and Neal are captured and axpoMd to yellow fever Infection by Her nandes but are rescued by sailors from .the Albany. Inaa tries to rob Annette 'and escapes. On her way to Chantilio An nette is captured. Neal is promoted and ? leada a party of transferred men toward iChantUlo, but is caught in a train wreck on the way. ELEVENTH INSTALLMENT THE DREADFUL PIT CHAPTER XLVUI. Dangerous Delay. The lro of Hernandez wan now thor oughly arouaod. A quicksilver mine on the Ix)Bt Isle of Cinnabar ? proba bly unworked for a cenftiry or more meant millions, many millions. Her nandez realized the fact. Ho was play ing for high stakes ? very high. "My ancestors," ho told Ponto, "had a coftt of arms ? a motto. 'Hide through'? that was what It said, friend Ponto. I shall follow it ? that injunction. I shall ride through." They were lounging, breathless, panting, against a treo trunk that hud fallen athwart ono of the invisible trails of a Central Amorican Jungle. With them was Senorlta Inez Castro. "What we want most of nil." he oontlnuod, "and what we must get ? 1h the Lost Isle of Cinnabar. Wo have (ho evidences of ownership? all save the Spanish grant in the hands of the Fathers of the Santa Maria mission. I.et us seek., at once the mission, I^t us get all evidences of ownership. Then, as the crow (Ties, the four of us will seek Lost Island ?yes and find it. Once found ? possession may bo nine tenths of tho law? we'll have posses sion. Hut to us possession will bo more than that. Wo know no law." At Chantillo somo few miles away, things wero happening. Ensign Neal flardin with his squad of lifty men from tho cruisor Albany across tho neck, had arrived to board the battle ship Missouri, waiting for them In the waters off Chantillo. Thoso woro tho fifty men who had so nearly lost their lives on tho 'dirt ears of Mon trada Annette was with them ? and Neal was at her sldo. They were grouped on tho wharf. Neal beckoned to tho captain of the little coast steamer that was tied up ?to tho wharf. "Senor," he said; "behind mo Is tho long arm of the United States govern ment. My government protects its citizens. Here is a citizen ? Miss II -incton. Here Is another ? my mother. .Here Is a third? my friend Weleher. Dire tilings nave happened, senor. ?lx>ok Somewhere In that Junglo hido ; three desperadoes and a woman. They have many methods ? but one in par ticular At night they will come to you and offer money to bo taken aboard ' lie tossed a stern glance at the captain and tapped him on the arm. "Senor," he continued, "cast your eye over the Missouri there ? my ship. Think <>!' the long artn of my government. TnkoMheso desperadoes aboard at your peril? at your peril, senor. I have warned you Tho rest i? up to you " The little captain shivered a bit. "SI, senor," he returned, swiftly, with a bow, "It shall he as you say." Meantime the third member of An notte's party, Mr. Joseph Welcher had strolled behind a convenient shed to find a resting place for his weary bones and to smoke his fiftieth ciga' rette that day. Ho struck a match started to light his cigarette. Then I something nappened. The match went out? tho clgaretto was knocked un ceremoniously from his lips. "What the ? he began. Then he stopped. A ntono was lying at hts feet. it was this Btono th&t had knocked tho cigarette from between his lips ? and had almost Hliocked o tooth or two as well. But there was something else to wonder at. A bit of crurijdod paper had fluttered to the ground. Welcher picked the paper up and MOV?L/Z?D r/?OM THC RHOTO PC- AY or mt'5M?MM? PKOouct'D oy mcr PATHC CXCM/iGC. V//VC ? ? ? > glunccd wMrily about him. Suddenly, j hu huw The jungle's edge cuino down nearly to the water, Something whh stirring tn thin thicket. Joo j glared. And suddenly the face of u woman Inez Castro, peered out from behind the huge leaf of h tropic plant, j "Head." That wax the message Hashed from the eyoa of Inez Castro to the brain of Joo Welcher. Joe read. The note wus brief and to the point; I We do not board this steamer. But we muut reach Santa Maria first. It Is up to you and you alone, to create all possible delays. Do not fall ue now. That night at dunk, Joe Welcber lounging on the deck of the small steamer as It steamed north along the ooaet? shambled over toward a scut tle, and peered down to see what he could aee. What he did aee was ma chinery ? the vessel's machinery, work ing smoothly, well oiled, well cared for? for a steamboat engineer la a steamboat engineer the world over. What be saw was that for the moment, no one was in charge ? momentarily the engineer had stepped outside. This was the Instant that Joe Welcher had been waiting for. Furtively he drew from hie breast pocket a small bar of i steel. For one Instant be held it sus pended over the machinery. Then he let it drop and noiselessly tiptoed Almost immediately there was a ter rific grinding noise below, followed by a terrific Jolt. Then the engines stopped ? and the steamer followed suit. Passengers and crew rushed to the captain ? Annette Included. "What has happened," she demand ed. "Something dropped Into the ma chinery. and a connecting rod Is bro | ken, senorita. It will take time ? hours j to repair." At midnight the break had not yet I boon repaired. j At midnight, unother small steamer, i also bound north along the coast, passed silently along upon her way. Sho was within hailing distance, but she gave no sign. ? : :? ? - ^ CHAPTER XLIX. False Impersonation. In the interior of the chart room on board tho battleship Missouri. Neal llardln? ensign ? was discussing with his brother ofllcers tho possibilities of tho Allomanian war. A Benlor olllcer was poring over translated wireless messages. Against tho wall was a modern Mereator b map of the world. j Finally h? rose. "A new coaling station ? that's the trick," he said, j "and we've got to see somebody in . authority at Los Angeles ? unless they meet us en route. The state depart ?ment's got to dicker for a coaling sta tion." He adjusted his glasses and exam ined the map; "H'm," ho said, "Alle mania ? hero's Allemanla." Ho pon dered tho map carefully ? sizing up all possibilities ? measuring distances. Finally ho placed his finger tip upon a spot in tho Pacific ocean. "There," he said, "is tho spot ? some where about there." "What's tho latitude, " queried an other olhcor, getting out a section of another map. His senior told him. j "And the longitude," lie asked. His senior told him that. "Eigteen degrees north," mused the Junior, "and 123 degrees west." He pored over ids sectional map. He shook his head. "Hut," he protested, "there's no land there ? there's uo island to bo seen " Neal almost jumped out of his skin. "There is an island there, uncharted 1 and unmapped," said Neal, "but it's I there. It's the Islo of Cinnabar ? we j call it tho Lost Isle." "Who calls It tho Lost Isle?" Neal told them Annette's story, from start to finish. The commander smiled. "Wo get our, coaling stations by making trea ties." ho said. "I've never heard of making a treaty with a girl, but 1 sup pose it can be done. We'll havo to wireless Washington about that. And I know pretty much what our orders i will bo now ?suppose you guess." Neal smiled. "Follow tho girl," he said. So they followed Annotto. Hut oth ; ers had preceded her. Even while An nette's journey was but half way through something was happening at the Santa Maria mission in I.ower Cal ifornia. Brother Anselmo was seated at his! table, facing Hernandez and his party. Inez Castro leaned a well-rounded arm upon tho tablo and glanced inno cently into the eyes of Brother An- , selmo. "1 am Annotto llington," she said. The brother nodded. "I am sending for tho papers, child," ho said. "So you are his daughter?" ho said at length? and there seemed a note of i disappointment In his voice ? - "the daughter of my old friend llington. Ho vran vny young friond then. You? his daughter. And you say my old friend llington is dead?" Tlio ch(H of Benorlta t'uHtro ti.' ored "Dead," she tuUored. Hti( dropped her laoe Into hur hi: <1 j&Qf&iUfllt ^ ; ? n ..I Tie die, my daughter?' bo L*k<'d soothingly. "In lliOJJ " Interposed Horoandoz, "I Wiiri w^h lim- ho wns destroyed at i in ?nif>tton of Mount .Pelee, Wit W9l't? bis friends, Ponto here and 1 ? lilS purtnors. Wo tried to save him. It was no line ill) '.van ingulfed. Mo ?I!- ? u uorrlbie -death," "Hln* was u small child thou," suM tho prjofct, "Yen," said Hernandez. "|)oes doos Hho remember her f?' thor niiiMton?" "Hardly, ' wild Hernandez, "wo'vo tried to make her remember- but no Hhe hardly does." The face of Inez Castro was Mill burled In her kerchief, The i?r i?;nt watched attentively the. heave of her shoulders Brother Ansolmo sighed. "Ah, grief has a long, strong arm ?it reaches over decades. And the loss of a fa ther ? Hh me Hore," he ox claimed, "here are tho papers Let uu have a look." Inez straightened up. Hernandez and Ponto moved forward, Ho did tho iiruto. The sudden movement ???mod i to startle the priest. Ho looked up hastily. Ho paught Bight of the blank i face of the Brute. He rose. "Who ? what is that?" he demanded, ! pointing toward the Brute's blank I countenance. "A servant," returned Hernandez, "picked up from a Bhlpwreck some three years ago. He had been ft long shoreman. He is dementad ? always so, they told us. He is devoted to us all ? particularly to Annatte." The priest stared at the Brute and the Brute returned the stare. "The eyes," said the priest, "I never forget eyes. I've seen those eyes somewhere before." He tapped his forehead. "Let me think ? when? how ? " Finally he shook his head. "It will come to me later," he exclaimed. The priest shook out an old and faded parchment. "This," he ex elsimcd, "is the grant ? the original grant." Hernandez in his eagerness, seizod a corner of the grant. The priest brushed his hand away. "Patience, son," ho said, "there can he po delivery until I am satisfied. ThiB charge has been handed down to me. Inez pointed toward a paper on the table. "There!" she exclaimed, "is my photograph ? and the letter from the governor of Martinique." Brother Ansolmo picked it up and ' looked it over. It was Annette's let ! tor? and it had been vised by tho governor of Martinique, and originally will bave none. Without 'ha grant?* without ail the evidence, w?> will not ho believed, With It wo wl' t >?J lakeo at our face value. Let ua K^t all we can. Lot us leavo her without proof - ?< alio will bo help 'as than.'' 1 1? r/i;tiitlr/. kicked Ponto with hta foot. Ponto aat up rubbing hla o,voa. I'lM.lo, ,;ui ! In nando/., (lu-i'Mty hu? arrived," ? Thoy will go to tho mlaalop aud . i j h j 1 1 it uii. ' Haul ponto. ?No, ' returned Hernaudes, "thank our lucky alma the mission la a good i . 1 1 1 1 1 ? out of the viiMKo- They will Ural put up ut the hotel? later thoy will Hturt out ror tho mlaalon. It Ih then, on tho way thoro, wo muat jnlorcopt them?you must, PontQ. *ou and tho JJruto. Thla time ho will do hia duty or J'll Hay hla lildo. Wake h tin up, ^ uu have no tine to lose." Hernandez was qilito right. Annatto Ulngton, oven more oug' r than had boon her enomlea, could hardly wait tho moment when aho might atand ho- , f ore tho fathers of tho Santa Maria mlaalon and claim hor own. Ponto woke tho Brute with n Vicious > application of tho whip lash. "Spare him not, Ponto," aald Her- : nundoz," if ho dlsoboya thla time, cut j hla hide into strips? I glvo you leave." At u half run Ponto and the Urute started acroaa the deaert, dodging hero and thoro behind little hlllocka of Band. Finally the village was cut off from their sight. "Now wo can run,". Ponto cried, "make haste." No aooner had he apoken than hl8 foot allpped ? he aank Into the ground up to hia waist. "Help," he cried, "a qulckaand ? help." ; The Brute pulled him back to terra Anna. But it waa not a qulckaand, aa Ponto aoon found out. It waa a trap ? a trap for jaguara. Ponto shivered. Then he replaced the dried bruah and grasa and earth. Nimbly he climbed into one of the ! overhanging trees. Then he alld down, nodding to himself with aatiafaction. ! "She must paas within a hundred yar^a of thla place to reach the mla alon," he exclaimed, "Beaat, we wait here until ?he cOuiob." I Down in the village, at the little old hotel, Annette ordered out two horsea. "I can't wait," she told her foster i mother, Mrs. Hardin. "There's no use talking to me. I've got to go." Annette started for the mission. Half way there two figures darted out r from behind a hillock, and one of them seized her bridle and brought her . steed to a standstill. Terror-stricken, Annette saw that the two wore Ponto and the Brute ? two of the band of desperadoes whom she feared, t "Drag her off her horse," command ed Ponto of the Brute. The Brute obeyed. Ponto gave the horse a cut "This," He Exclaimed, "Is the Grant ?the Original Grant." it had boon attached to tho photograph of Annette Ilington. Now, however, gotiuine as the letter was ? genuine as was the guaranty of tho governor of Martinique ? yet the photograph was tho counterfeit presentment of Inez Castro. "Ah, yea," he said, comparing the picturo with tho face of Inez and tak ing advantage of the opportunity to search her very soul, "ah, yes. The identification would seem to bo com plete.'' "Then," said Inez, "I may havo the grant?" Tho priest folded up the papers and returned them to the iron box that had contained them. He rose and smiled. "Nothing in my life have 1 ever done," ho said, "without prayer and sleep. This is an important matter. It requires praying over ? sleeping over. Come on the morrow, daughter, and I shall then make delivery. Until thon ? adios." CHAPTER L. Hidden Peril. "Look," said Hernandez, catching Inez by tho wrist, "the party has ar rived." He handed his binoculars to Inez Castro. She looked. "Thoy aro Just landing," she said, "it is all up. They will go to tho father of the mission and will mako their claim." "What difference does tho grant mako," sho exclaimed, "why take the risk of getting It? Already that old priest suspects something. What 1 do not know. But he suspects. Why not tako tho bit in our teeth and miko for Lost Island ? get there at once? Why not?" ? Hernandez shook his head. "We need every advantage," ho said, "If we have *vV1enco within our hands, she with the whip and the horao ambled off toward town. At his command the Brute carried Annette across the desert, totally ob livious to her atrugglea and outcries. Pon to lvd the way, stopping from time to time to make pleasant remarks to Annette. By this time, they had reached the ^sruall, damp, dank oasia with ita shad ing palms and ita little pool of water. Ponto led tho way into the very deptha of thia inviting green ahelter. Then he struck tho Brute on the shoulder "Now set her down." ho commanded. The Bruto obeyed. Annette gasped with surprise. She waa not bound ? sho waa freo, untrammoled. "What are you going to do with ; mo?" queried Annette. I "Nothing, aenorita." returned Ponto. bowing low. Annette, wary, fearful, looked bo hind her as though sho expected an attack from the roar. But thore waa no o.no to bo aeen. Beyond waa tho desert ? thero seemed to be no hiding places. Ponto merely bowed again. "Seno rita," he said, with a ieor, "becuty in distress? ah me! ? it touches my heart always. See. Tho mi8sion liea yonder? behind you. Your path liea there. You are free." Annette turned. Keeping her glance over hr-r shoulder, to be ready for treachery, sho slowly proceeded on | 'her way. Suddenly, without warning, she sank into the pit. . . . Ponto laughed in glee. "The stakes ? they are like knives," ho cried ? they are deadly ? they are for Jaguars? and little wildcat heiresses ? oh, yes ? " With a cry, Annette found herself falling helplessly into the unknown terror underneath. "Help ? holp ? help," she criod. (Continued on Last Page) SPECIAL SALES WE HAVE SPECIAL BARGAINS ALL THE TIME. gggjB Full Stock of Shoes, Heavy Groceries, Hardv ware, Harness, Furniture, Stoves And In Fact Every Thing Useful For House and Farm. . Now is the time for planting Oats, Wheat, Rye and .small grain. Get our prices before purchasing. Your horses, cows and poultry have to be fed. 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