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t I i i *Lh .... . -L* . The Barnwell People-Sentinel, Barnwell? S. C- Thursday, May 14, 1936 Storm Music rj By Domford Tales Copyright by Minton. Balch A Co. WNTJ Servlc. CHAPTER XI—Continued —la in a flash I had fired and had drawn Mi lire, for, before I could think, a Millet had flicked the sleeve of my pistol arm. This showed me, once for all, that •o far as snap shots were concerned. 1 stood no chance whatever against such a man. As I whipped to one side, I made up my mind that 1 must not >re again until I knew for certain that any bullet was going to kill. In a word. If I was to win, I must come to close quarters with Pharaoh, If not *> grips. I had now come hack to the table, and an instant later I was crouching beneath the archway, with my pistol •n the carpet before me and my empty hands outstretched upon either side. 1 had not long to wait. When 1 did not return his Are, I fancy the man was uncertain whether or not 1 was dead. He, therefore, nought the spot from which I had Hred and, finding nobody there, turned and caine to the table exactly as 1 had Bone. And exactly as I had done, he be gan to edge his way round It. . . . The slack of his trousers brushed ■y band. In a flash I had him by the ankles •od, ripping his feet from beneath him bad brought him down on his side. Then I snatched up my pistol, thrust It Into his stomach and pressed the trigger—In vain. The magazine was empty. Slovenly to the last, Kush had never troubled to replenish his clip. Pharaoh had fallen to his right and mu on his pistol-arm. While this was taking his weight, he could not aim, and though in a flash he had flung his weight to the left, In that Instant ay lingers had caught the wrist of his pistol hand. For a moment he fought for his freedom: then he let himself fall on his back: but now my wits were working and before it could reach bis pocket, I had hold of his other wrist. And In that instant the room was ftooded with light. . . . For a moment I thought that some- woe had entered the chamber. And then 1 guesstMl that Pharaoh had turned the switches when first he came into the room, that the switchboard Itself might report the repair of the damage which he had done. So for the first time that night I •nw my enemy's face. I think he must have known that 1 was his assailant, hut the sight of me •eeatcd to send him out of his mind. He fought no more as a serpent, hut like the madman lie looked, his face eonvulsed with passion and his eyes •tartiug out of his head. At last, to my relief, the tempest Mew itself out. and he lay back, spent and panting, to take his rest: but. before I could think of moving, he bad lifted his head once more and was staring Into my eyes. I looked back, grimly enough. He did not struggle: he simply gazed a poo aie, as though he would brand my Jaiage upon his memory. Then the fel low spat in my face. So a madman made a madman. If he resisted, I know not, hut 1 used him as a lay figure from that ttme on. I dashed his hand on the massive plinth of the table, to break his wrist, sad when his pistol had fallen I brought his hands together and got to my knees. And then I was clear of the table and had Jerked him up to bis feet I let his broken wrist go, whipped •at bis second pistol and pitched It across the room. Then I seized his throat with both bands, turned him back to the table, bent him across Its corner and broke Lis back on the oak. ••••••• ft Sttting on the bench by the fireplace. I wiped my face and my hands on Helena’s black silk scarf. This had V-en wrung and creased, and I had no ioubt that Pharaoh had used It to jtag her, b-fore he had carried her off. Now that the business was over, I boiml it bard tp believe. 1 looked at ray watch. The time was twenty minutes past twelve. Not an hour had gone by since I-haraoh had ‘talked’ from the ram- pirts and Dewdrop had read his mos- wige to Kush and Bugle and me. And ai»w they were all four dead, but I was alive. The reflection brought me up to my feet Alive, If you please: but I was shut la a chamber from which I could see mo way out. . . . for twenty minutes I sought that ■ecret door. I shouted and beat upon the woodwork, using Helena’s name— •U la vain. Helena was locked in the turret— my band in my pocket fingered her —ter k«y: which I had taken from Rush, but the turret, no donbt, had embrasures, and she would be found and released so soon as she could make herself heard. She had, of course, heard the firing, but if the thieves were fighting what did that -matter to her? Let Pharaoh revenge her escape upon Bugle and Kush: or seek to blast his way out of the secret room. (Here perhaps I should say that though Hel ena heard the firing, the sound was so muffled that she could not be sure what It was, while, so thick were the walls of Yorlck, that nobody else in the castle heard it at all.) Now when Helena’s release was ef fected and (leoffrey and the warden were found, the three would take coun sel together upon her report. The posi tion would be considered—but not for long. i The thing was clear. To open the room would he madness. The council- would surely decide that Pharaoh and his companions must be left to die where they were. \ Something dazedly I surveyed my surroundings. No windows, no doors. How did one get out of ..chambers that had neither windows nor doors? It was then that I thought of the fireplace. A grate must have a chimney; and If the chimney was wide. . . . 1 must have climbed forty feet when my bund encountered a ridge and 1 My Pistol on the Carpet Before Me. felt a current of air. And then I came to a fireplace. As I crawled out of that fireplace. I knew where I was. I had come to Helena’s bedroom. Roughly I washed the filth from my head and my hands, but though I did what I could to wipe the soot from my shoes, I very soon saw that until I could change my clothing, I should not he fit to move in a furnished room. And what clothes I had were at Plum age. . . . At once to get to the farm became my burning desire. Before 1 did so, I must set Helena free. That was simple enough. I had her master key, and there was her pri vate stair to bring me down to the hall. And yet I dreaded the duty. I did not want to see her—at least, not now. I dreaded the explanations which I should be forced to give. I did not want her to know that I had been there, in that room: that I had seen Pharaoh break her, that I had heard her purchase my safety for ten thou sand pounds a year. I heard the whine of a dog and then the scratch of claws on the door that led to the ramparts. In a moment I had It open, and there to my joy was Sa bre. I afterwards learned that, perceiv ing the bustle above him, the dog had declared, by barking, that he was down in the moat. His rescue was effected. The great dog seemed pleased to see me, but none too pleased to see that I was alone. “Come and find her, Sabre," I said. "I know where she is.” The Alsatian started and stared. Then he bounded towards me, put his great paws on my shoulders and licked my face. One minute later we stood in the lit tle hall. With the master key in my hand, I turned to the turret door. For a mo ment I hesitated. Then I took a deep breath, fitted the key to the lock and pushed open the oak. Helena was not to be seen. Neither, for that matter, was Sabre. He had g*ne to Join his mistress at the head of the turret stair. •> I was wondering whether to follow or whether to wait where I was, when 1 suddenly saw that my duty to the lady was done. The appearance of Sabre would show her that she was released. The way to her bedroom was open, and she had no need of escort, because the terror was laid. With trembling fingers, I whipped the key from the lock of the turret door. Then I opened the door which gave to the winding staircase, passed through and locked it behind me with all dispatch. Five minutes later I crossed the moat by the footbridge and entered the tunnel which would bring me Into the woods. e • • As I walked to Plumage, I remem bered those terrible moments—how in her pride she had flung my puny ef forts In Pharaoh’s face and how in her fear and trembling she had sought to buy my safety by committing a breach of trust No queen could have done more for the king she loved. Although I had come to regard wu> increasing apprehension the opening «f Helena's eyes—to the truth, of course, that it was I and not Bugle that had stood in the secret chamber and had listened to all she said—it had never occurred to me that, if only I held niy tongue, neither she nor anyone else need ever suspect that 1 had en tered the castle that Friday night. Yet before my cousin had spoken a -dozen words, I saw that. If I was cnreful, my secret would keep itself. He found me finishing breakfast in his room at The Reaping Hook. “Well, you have missed something." he said. “Let that be your punishment for deceiving three simple souls. Not that I blame you—this time. My lady had no right to treat you like that. I told her as much In the coupe. But she wouldn’t listen to me. But that’s by the way. You’ve missed—In a way we’ve all of us missed the most astounding show that ever was seen. I/ady Helena saw a good hit—more than enough. I’m afraid." He threw himself Into a chair. “Upon my soul. I don’t know where to begin." “What do you know?" I said. “I feel sure,” said my cousin, “that you will be glad to hear that your failure to arrive at the castle knocked the three o( us flat. We couldn’t as similate the fact that simple, honest John Spencer had laid himself out to deceive us—and done it so devilish well. You certainly got your own back, laidy Helena was wild. ‘Pd never have believed it of him,’ she raged. “Well, now that she was safe in the castle, I was only too glad of an excuse ro get out, and so T onnouneed that Barley and I would seek you with out delay. She insisted that we should take Sabre and gave the dog his or ders before we left. It’s right you should know that she was extremely worried." My cousin paused, to frown on his finger-tips. "I hope, in the merciful course of time, to forget the way we employed the next two hours. We used Sabre exactly according to the instructions on the box. Should the dog display emo tion, release him at once. Remain ex actly where you were when he left you. until he returns. Then take hold o.* his collar and he will lead you to John.” I began to shake with laughter. “Quite so." said OeofTrey. “Quite bo. After about an hour the dog displayed emotion and was released. After anoth er hour Barley and I displayed much mere emotion and withdrew to survey the mouth of the entrance drive. . . . “We hadn’t been there ten minutes when we heard the Carlotta coming— coming from the castle all cut. By the. use of our torches we .stopped her, to find that she was manned by a flying squad. Watchmen, porters, grooms—all of them armed to the teeth. They were going to compass Yorlck, traveling east: and the coupe was coming after/ to travel wept. The Countess Helena had been kidnaped. Yorlck was plunged Into darkness and my lady was gone. Let down In a sheet' from the ramparts. Her handkerchief had been found on the drawbridge and Sabre had been found In the moat.” I felt that It was time to say some- thing. “But how,” I began. . . . “Don’t Interrupt,” said m.v cousin "Listen to me. Well. I let the Carlotta go, deciding that Barley and I would do better on foot. I sent him east and ran west—yes. ran. with my heart In my mouth. The Idea was to find the Rolls . . . i' the Rolls had not gone. “I found her at a quarter to one, up a little track—and very near cried with relief. You see, that meant that my lady was yet In the park. “I rushed off and stopped the coupe, which was lapping for the twentieth time, told the chauffeur to go on pa trolling, but to send me reinforcements and tell everybody he met. Then I went back t«J lay my ambush. I soon had plenty of men and I did the job well. I’haraoh simply hadn’t an earthly. Though he didn’t know It. that track had become the scaffold on which he and his little friends were going to die. “At a quarter to two a wallah comes pelting with a message—we very near ly killed him, of course. Blit by the time he’d said his piece he was near er death than before. The Countess Helena’s compliments, and will Mr, Bohun come back to the castle at orce.” My cousin covered his face. “I don’t think I’ve ever felt such > blasted fool. But blasted . . . u "Well, I took t|ie Rolls and drove back—to hear Lady Helena's tale. d (TO BE CONTINUED) Ancient Indians of Peru Used Cone as a Sun Dial A giant sun dial was used by the Incas to measure their seasons—the “Inti-hnatana.” or “place where the sun was tied.” The shadow cast by the cone ort the stone platform beneath formed the basis of the ancient Indian method of reckoning time. The Inti-huatana In varying forms Is found In many of the dead cities which have been unearthed In Peru. Cyzco, ancient capital of the Incas, Is an archeological center. The outstanding characteristic of Cuzco Is Its walls made of huge stones cut and fitted together In some mys terious manner without the use of sharp Instruments, mortar or cement Other ruins Include stone seats, rem nants of Laths, archways and stair cases; the famous Rodadero, a steep naturally grooved rock used by tbs Incas as a toboggan slide long before the Spaniards arrived; and ths 'Throne of the Inca," a rounded-oflf rock with steps cut Into It on either side—the vantage point from which. It Is said, the Inca and his engineer! directed the construction of tbs far tress of Sacsahuaitafe TALL TALES s As Told to: FRANK E. HAGAN and ELMO SCOTT WATSON Blondy by a Tongue! JTIT’AY back in 181)2—said the Old VV turfman—1 owned as beautiful a racing mure as ever was foaled. Her name was Blondy because of her color. My other possession was a farm in the Blue Grass country on which was hung a “plaster" of $15,000. Bad luck cut between me and the purses although Nigger Jim, my train er, would get her cream-colored body In the pink before every race. We taught Blondy a lot of tricks, between losing races. One was to make a face. Nigger Jim or I would hold an apple or carrot so she had to stretch her neck and put out her tongue for It.- And she got so she would do this whenever we told her “moke a face." We entered the mare In a claiming race at .Churchill Downs the spring of ’92. It was May 15, to be exact. The mortgage on the farm was due May 1C. Nigger Jim had Blondy In great form for the 1% mile race. But the bookies were laying 20 to 1 against our nag. 1 managed to scare up exactly one thousand berries and placed the whole roll at 20 to 1. It was win the race or lose the farm. The horses were away evenly but 100 yards from the start Blondy stum bled and lost stride. We groaned but heartened as she winged away, regain ing lost ground at every Jump. Then a horse cut In front of her. It was Dixie Dude, and she had to be pulled. Down the back stretch and around the turn they came. Blondy was moving up on the outside. When they hit the stretch she and Dixie Dude were running head and head. It looked like a certain dead heat but at the last Jump or two Nigger Jim, hanging on the rail, yelled "Make a face, Yo’ Blondy! Make a face!"- Thank God! Blondy heard, straight ened her neck, shot out her tongue across the finish line and won the race.'’ Man-Made Mesas A FTER Paul Bunyan flnisJted his work logging off the Pacific North west he decided he’d become an oil- driller. First thing he did was to go down Into New Mexico and begin drilling a well on top of a mountain. Paul’s we?i was sunk to a depth of 14,006 feet without a sign of oil. Funny thing about that mountain—it was made up of alternate layers of thin rock and dry sand. * One night a windstorm came up. And how she did blow! The next morning when Paul woke up he looked out of the window of his shack and such a sight as met his eyes! There was his hole, standing straight up In the air as high as be could see. The wind bad blown all the sandy layers away from it but the layers of rock wer.e hanging around It like washers pushed around a drill stem. Paul was pretty mad about It hut be didn't waste any time standing around cussing. He just took a sledge and climbed up to the top of the hole. When he got there, he began pound ing the hole down Into the ground again. As he did so the layers of rock began to come together and In less than no time they made a mesa. That sort of thing happened time after time and that's why New Mexico is so full of mesas. They’re perpetual monuments to Paul Hunyan's unsus- cessful oil-drilling operations there. 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