I! NEAL of the NAVY |
!: Br WILLIAM HAMILTON OSBORNE
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"Hello," said "look. There'B
a horse —a riderless horse. Gk) on,
boys—got It. doublf quick."
Three of the fciuad caught the
horse and brought It to Neal.
"A woman's saddle," said Neal. Hie
heart was In his throat. "Look." Ho
drew from the pommel an object that
had caught there —one of a pair of
woman's glovea.
"Annette's," he cried, "something
has happened." •
"Forward, double quick," command
ed the lieutenant. We'll see."
At the hotel they found Mrs. Har
din and Joe, gazing anxiously off to
ward the mission. Neal caught his
mother by the arm.
"Annette," he cried, "we caught her
horse. Where is she?"
They told the story of her starting
out.
"Not a moment to lose," exclaimed
Neal, "come on boys—hurry all you
can."
Meantime at the mission, Hernan
dez and Inez —with full confidence in
Ponto's ability to delay the advent o£
Annette—had once more presented
themselves before Brother Anselmo.
"We have been patient, father,"
said Hernandez, "and we trust that
prayer—and sleep—have given yon
wisdom and enlightenment, and satis
fled you of the Justice of our claim."
"Ah. you speak truth, son," said
Brother Anseimo. He rose and left
the room, returning immediately with
the iron box containing the documents
in question. He set it down upon the
table."
There was a hubbub outside in the
courtyard. In the midst of it a dcoi
was thrust open, and the Brute strode
in, carrying Annette in his arms—An
nette, still only semiconscious—still
suffering from the shock of that writh
ing figure ot the bottom of the jaguar
trap back there in the desert. Some
Instinct had led the Brute back to his
master. He laid the figure of Annette
upon the table with (he air of one who
has done his duty well.
"Brothers," cried Brother Anseimo,
seeing Annette's plight, "quick—re
storatives—succor for this young girl.'
Hernandez took advantage of the
confusion —though he himself was con
fused beyond all peradventure. "Lis
ten," he said to Inez, "leave her with
the Brute —go at once. I'll do the
rest."
1 Unnoticed, Inez and the Brute
obeyed. They left the room, hurried
across the courtyard and disappeared.
Hernandez watched them go. His
coolness returned. Swiftly, with one
bound, he was upon Brother Anseimo
and had seized the iron box in his iron
grasp.
In an instant he was across the
room.
But Brother Anselmo bad done
something more than pray and sleep
in his quiet existence. He was an ac
tive, well trained individual. With a
loud cry he leaped across the inter
vening space, and bounded upon the
shoulders of Hernandez.
"Help, help, brothers," he command
There was help aplenty. Hernandez
fought like a madman, but the broth
ers clung to him like leeches. Slowly,
however, he worked his way toward
the nearest exit —and then with a
mighty wrench, he threw off all his as
sailants including Brother Anselmo,
and darted, with a mighty leap out
through the doorway.
He bounded into the arms of Neai
Hardin and his squad.
Neal saw at a glance what had hap
pened. He seized Hernandez' wrist —
the wrist of the hand and arm that
held the Iron box, and twisted it sud
denly, painfully. Hernandez dropped
the box —but Jerked away from Neal,
sprang to a window and disappeared.
Behind him he heard the steady
plup-plup of many footsteps the
steady lope of marines that eats up
the long miles in less time than it
takes to tell it.
"Damn them," said Hernandez, "I'll
beat them to it yet."
Behind him the footsteps stopped.
There was a report—a ping. Hernan
dez had reached the of the green
oasis. He screamed with pain. It
was as though a red hot iron had
seared him. He had been hit in the
arm.
"Damn you," he screamed in pain,
"I'll beat you to it, yet."
With almost unseeing eyes he tore
across the small green space—and
then he stumbled, and slid, slid, slid—
into what seemed a bottomless pit.
He Just escaped a stake —a bloody
one. And he fell—or rather slumped—
upon something soft and yielding
With another oath he rose to his feet
and peered about him. Then he drew
back in terror.
There lay Ponto —his mate—dead,
distorted. . . .
f Hernandez screamed in terror —he
was only human. This thing was hor
rible A shadow startled him. He
looked upward. The Brute was peering
down— he was doing more— he slowly
■lid down Into the pit and caught Her
nandez in his grasp. Then, somehow,
using his broad shoulders and his
arms and knees ho worked his way
back again to terra flraa, and drew
Hernandez—groaning with the rain of
his wound —up after him. Then with
the nimbleness of a deer, the Brute —
after slinging Hernandez upon his
back—trotted ofT intc the safety of the
beyond.
Back at tb» m<tprv. Annette II
NEAL OF THE NAVY KSBJ,
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FRIDAY EVENING, HARRISBURG TELEGRAPH NOVEMBER 19, 191S. 1
ington opened her eyes and looked In
to the face of Brother Anselmo.
"I am Annette Illngton," she ex
claimed, "I am the heiress of the
Lost Isle of Cinnabar."
Brother Aneelino turned to Ensign
Neal Hardin.
"Does she speak truth?" he queried.
"She does," said Neal, "and my gov
; ernment will back her tc the limit.
; She is what she says she is. We all
; will vouch for that"
"Ah," mused Brother Anselmo,
"what a wonderful thing is prayer—
what a wonderful thing is sloop—"
He stopped. "I havo prayed," he
went on, slowly, puzzled, "but not yet
have I solved the mystery of the eyes
o£ that big man —the eyos—"
He stopped again. For the eyes of
Annette Ilington were riveted upon
| him.
SYNOPSIS.
i On the day of the eruption of Mount
Pelee Capt. John Hardin of the steamer
Princes* readies five-year-old Annette
Illngton from an open boat, but is forced
to leave behind her father and hi* com
panions. Illnjftcn is HSBRulted by Her
nandez and Ponto in a vain attempt to
get papers which Illngton lias managed
to send aboard the Princess with his
daughter, papers proving his title to and
telling the wnereahoutg of the lost Island
I of Cinnabar. Illngton's Injury causes his
mind to become a blan'i. Thirteen years
' elapse. Hernandez, naw an opium smug
| gler, with Ponto, Inez, a female accom
plice, and the mindless brute that once
; was Ilington, come to Seaport, where the
, widow of Captain Hardin is living with
1 her son Neal and Annette Ilington, and
i plot to steal the papers left to Annette
by her father. Neal tries for admission
! to the Naval academy, but through the
j treachery of Joey Welcher is defeated by
Joey and disgraced. Neal enlists In the
; navy. Inez sets a trap for Joey and the
| conspirators get him in their power. In
; a. struggle for possession of the map Her
[ nandez, Annette and Neal each secure a
; portion. Annette sails on the Coronado In
Bearch of her father. In Martinique An
j nette and Neal are captured, are res
cued by a sponge diver. Inez forges Iden
tification papers for herßelf as Annette.
In an insurrection Neal and Annette are
j again captui-ed, carried to the Sun City
\ and Annette Is o(T«red as a sacrifice to
I the sun god. They are rescued by ma
rines frpm the Albany. I-anded In Tortu
ga, Annette and Neal are captured and
exposed to yellow fever Infection by Her
nandez. but are rescued by sailors from
the Albany. Inr-z tries to rob Annette
and escapes. On her way to Chantlllo An
nette is captured. Neal is promoted and
leads a party of transferred men toward
Chantlllo, but Is canglit in a train wreck
on the way. Hernandez and Inez present
the false Identification papers to Brother
Anselmo at Santa Maria mission. Ponto
Is caught and killed in his own trap, set
for Annette.
TWELFTH INSTALLMENT
"BACKED BY THE U. S. N."
CHAPTER LII.
A Thorn In the Flesh.
It was late at night when Hernandez
and his two companions, Senorita Inez
Castro and the Brute, crept to the out
skirts of the village of Santa Maria,
and stealthily approached the ram
shackle old hotel. For two days they
had kept carefully out of sight.
They had left the dead Ponto to his
fate. He had now become a cipher.
He was food for the jackals and they
left him to the jackals.
' "Then," said Inez, "it shall be Pon
-1 to's share for mine."
Hernandez leered at her. "What
does it matter," he returned; "what is
mine is yours, fair Inez —Inez, mine
own."
She crept to him, resting her shoul
der against his breast.
"You mean that, Hernandez?" she
queried, a jealous note tinging her
tone. "There is no one—there never
shall be one—save Inez?"
Hernandez leered again. "Time
and time have I not told you so?'
he answered. "We are one—as in the
past—so in the prsent—so in the fu
ture."
Hernandez brushed her gently to
one side and rose to his feet. "Wai
first —love afterwards," he said. "Busi
ness now—and later, happiness. \
whirl of happiness—of world-wide
happiness. When lam king of a prin
| cipallty—and you are queen. Come,
i let us on."
Softly he crept to a secluded door
way of the hotel and knocked cautious
ly upon it. It was opened in due
course. The frowzled head of a serv
ant thrust itself forth.
"Ah," whispered Hernandez, "my
good friend."
He slipped a goodly coin into the
hand of his good friend—and the good
friend became at once a better friend.
"The Americanos?" queried Hernan
! dez. "Have they gone?"
"Gone," returned the servant; "to
i day they went. Enter, senor."
Hernandez, alert but satisfied ol
, temporary safety, beckoned to his two
companions and the three crowded
into the dingy little closet of the por
' ter.
j He turned back to the porter. "Tell
! us," he commanded, "the best route
to San Pedro and Los Angeles. Our
way lies north."
Many hours later at Los Angeles, a
1 coterie of Americans sat around a
broad table in an unused courtroom
in the post office building in Los An
geles.
Spread upon the table were a num
ber of documents—a trinket or two.
Among them was a locket. Among them
were a patched-together parchment
map and a Spanish grant.
The admiral leaned toward the
United States district attorney—the
latter had come down from San Fran
cisco to place the seal of his depart
ment's approval upon the matter now
in hand. •
[To be continued.]
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