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HEPPNER GAZETTE TIMES, HEPPNER, OREGON, THURSDAY, MAY 10, 1928.
PAGE FIVE
RED' HAIR
AND
BLUE SEA
STANLEY R. OSBORN
IXIaJS I RATIONS BY HENRY JAY LEE
COPyRiaHT BY CHAJLUS SCRIBNERS 8ON8
CHAPTER XIII
Burke had spoken of the brown
man s arrest.
Meanwhile, Olive had tired of his
enforced bath. i
oiowiy unve Degan to moved
downstream. Scarcely did the leaves
that hid his head seem to stir as
they skirted the bank, blending
witn tne leaves of the background.
Past Sentry Number One, past
Number Two. Finally a friendly
turn or tne course and he could
rise, dripping and run for the sus
pected mangrove trail.
Trotting through the mud, he had
ncarea tne outlander village. Then,
hearing his name, he stopped,
wniriea arouna, encountered one
Taruk', a member of Ponape Bur-
Ke s crew. Taruk', smiling affably,
emerged from the thicket and the
two shook hands.
Olive slipped Into that house
third from land's end. He crouch.
ed, the central support hiding his
' face. A glance showed the tide was
moving out. He could not await
reinforcements.
Opposite, Palmyra still leaned
against the post, Martin behind her,
tne seated natives in front.
Then Olive, staking all on Burke's
absorption, strolled out from sjiel
ter, grinned brazenly into the eyes
of the startled sentry, entered that
side or the prison house where the
. natives grouped. Unobtrusively, he
dropped among them.
Neither the girl nor her guard
noted his coming. A native more
or less meant nothing.
But as Palmyra waited, with
downcast gaze, her fingers working
aimlessly at the hat and veil the old
women had brought along, she be
came gradually aware that, of the
brown hands on the mats before
her, one wore a mitten of tattoo.
Her eyes focussed into interest.
And then, astonishing, she beheld
on the brown forearm a name of
five lettersr
A glad cry rose to her Hps, But
she suppressed it, drove from her
fnce the exultation forming there.
Her own salvation, this man's life,
depended on her caution.
' The brown man opened his
mouth and spoke aloud in the na
tive tongue direct to Martin.
Olive's expression was that of for
mal politcneS. But, though he had
seemed to address the white man,
he had not done so. What he had
said was this: , ,
"Men of the village of Tanapal,
llpten here unto me. The high lady
Palmtrec shall be Saved. I speak
the WRy."
Olive was continuing Ip the tones
of courtesy, looking at MWtin but
speaking djrect to the villagers. In
a sentence he appealed to their
cupidity, to their fear of the Japa
nese. Then, without alteration of
voice or manner, he added for the
Interpreter: "Make words, make
words unto him. Anything that
shall mean nothing and have a
pleasant sound."
i The interpreter had got the Idea.
Out came n flood of compliment to
which the white man made crude
response, condesoeniingly amiable.
And so, under the very nose of
the unsuspecting Martin, almost
within hearing of Burke, Olive
worked out his attack.
And Fompe Burke himself gae
the signal. Springing up now, he
bawled across to his mate: "Ahoy
ahoy there! Haven't them dam'
kanakas got the Pigeon out yet
Give a hail the moment y'slght her.
These Japs Is maybe up t'some
thlng." Ho levelled his binoculars again
upon the gunboat. Martin reached
for his own. bent them upon that
spot where the Lupe-a-Noa's top
masts migst emerge from behind the
taller trees. i
For perhaps forty seconds both
men were absorbed.
Then Martin, still seated, his
shoulder against the girl's support,
ISwerod his gl tsses, turned nls head
to speak to her.
But Palmyra was gone!
At Burke's order the crew, load
ing rilies, began to go through -the
thatches. l'ortunntely for Olive,
Ponape remained. In the open,
bawling out commands and Impre
cations. The search, unsystematic,
was still sincere, for, though some
of the brown seamen grinned be
hind the white men's backs, none
would have dared pass the girl by.
Yet the quest covered the Islet
without result.
It was when Ponape Burke had
stopped, completely at a loss, that
a messenger came running from the
Lupe-a-Nia. Thu schooner could
not bo got out. Diving, the natives
had found under her nose two of
the long hexagonal rocks from the
ancient wall. 1
He would have been aghast to
know that John Thurston had dis
covered tho vessel; had reached her
before the work'ng pnrty and while
her watchman was Irresponsibly
absent; had, in the brief Interval
afforded, made good use of his en
gineering skill. With a block and
tackle and n light Hpar from the
schooner, Thurston, in a few min
utes, had undone a labor at which
slaves must have sweated for days.
He had tumbled two of the stones
off the wall into the canul. The
Pigeon would not fly again until
the month's highest tides came to
lift her over.
A figure broke from among the
men, went bounding along the path
toward tho outer point, carrying In
Ub arms a heavy burden.
, Burko uttered a cackle of tri
umph.
For, as this figure ran, there was
visible over Its shoulder a white
straw hat, a blue veil fluttered Into
view and, below, Ponape saw the
folds of a plaid raincoat,
As he ran, however, he struck his
foot against a tree root, staggered;
the burden was hurled from his
arms to the ground. But he did not
pause. Two of the sailors, flanking
along the beach, sprang upon him.
Others joined in. A struggle, and
he was held.
Ponape Burke had remained at
his post, an amused spectator. Now,
however, when the girl on the
ground did not stir after her fall
he ran toward her.
"Palm," he called; "Palmie, are
y'hurt "
Another hundred feet and he
stopped. Bewilderment turned into
rage.
For lying there In the hat, Veil
and raincoat was no Palmyra Tree
It was a big, roast pig.
Ponape Burke turned a savage
face from the greasy pork to the
man who had tricked him his pris
oner. Then an oath and a laugh
struggled for simultaneous expres
sion. For there, bloody, desperate.
stood the brown man Olive.
The white man's features were
contorted. "Where Is she?" he de
manded.
Olive clamped his lips shtt.
It had been Burke's sudden de
scent upon the four houses which
precipitated catastrophe. The vil
lagers, grown overconfldsnt, had
thought he would not look there
agiin. Olive, having seen thu mes
senger from the Pigeon of Noah,
had assumed erroneously that the
schooner was ready; that Ponape
seizing the girl now, could sail at
once. In desperation the brown
man had snatched up the hat, veil
and raincoat; thrown these about
the pig cooked to send to the feast
down the coast.
Running toward the outer end of
the islet he had hoped to draw Off
Burke and the crew, so the villag
ers could rush Palmyra shoreward
to safety. He would hold the pur
suit by carrying the pig into the
sea; perhaps himself escape if Pon
ape feared the sound of firing. But
one misstep, and he had been
caught before there was time to get
the girl away.
Hence it was that she herself,
peering tensely out, saw Olive led
to the mai tree, his wrists bound
behind him.
She saw the master in vehement
demand for her surrender; Olive
shake his head in defiance.
The villagers, crowding round
Burke's guards, waited in consternation.
Ponape turned to them. "If you
would save this man's life speak."
But Olive, pale yet unflinching,
besought their silence.
They would have been glad to
have this white woman off their
hands and Olive free. The Japa
nese could not punish their yielding
to force. They wished to. yield
but the will of this one being held
them fast.
Unnoticed, a boy had wormed in
to the crowd, a bit of paper folded
small in his hand. His purpose
was to toss the note so Ponape
should get it, yet not know whence
it came. But the urchin blundered.
As the message left his fingers,
Burke saw. The white man snatch
ed up the paper, unfolded it,
"Your sacred word to free Olive
unharmed (also the others), and I
give myself up. He shall not die
for me. If you promise, call loudly
yes."
Burke uttered a crow of victory.
Whirling toward that point from
which he conceived the note to
have come, he put his hands to his
mouth and shouted: "No, no, NO!"
Then he clutched the boy by'the
wrist. "Show me where."
His revolver menaced; the mes
senger began to cry.
Under the muzzle of the big wea
pon the urchin quailed. Ho was
appalled at Burke's anger. And he
saw that his own people wavered.
At last, therefore, he raised a trem
bling finger, pointed toward a group
of thatches.
The boy haltingly brought Pon
ape Burke to a hut "In there," he
whimpered.
Burke sprang under, dragged his
guide with him. The house had
been searched before. It was empty
now.
The man's' scrutiny took In every
detail. Then he turned and the boy!
was in real danger. Savage Irri
tation had all but overborne any
sense of consequence. ' i
Suddenly Burke's eyes opened
wide, he leaped to the center of the
house, stared up at the bundles of
stiff bark cloth, gave one a prod
with the revolver.
From within there came a gasp
of pain.
Palmyra Tree had lost the bitter
fight Ponape Burke at last had
won.
"Y'shall see Olive hanged," he
said. "And then, whether or no,
y'shall go t'Tanna."
He dragged her toward the tree,
the natives following, tongues a-
cllck against teeth; the traitorous
boy ahead, self-important, unscour
ged by any sense of guilt ,
At the tree Olive stood among
uneasy guards, hands bound behind
him, feet loosely tied, noosing hemp
drawn taut across Its limb.
"Look at him yer rope round
his neck," Burke reproached. "Wait
ing, poor sucker, for y tset htm
free. This here kanaka was good
enough t'dle for you. But when it
Comes yer turn?" He laughed with
brutnl Insinuation.
She could scarcely form the
sounds. But at last she gasped
out: "Let him go."
Olive kn'iw noi the words but hf
knew their meaning. "Never!" he
cried. "Tell her tell her she shall
not give herself inr mo."
At this moment, however, there
rose from the outskirts of the crowd
a startled warning. "Zapanee .
Zapanee, he come!"
Burke, with an oath', snatched up
his binoculars. Three boats from
the Okayama were already close,
Rifles bristled.
While the others ran, Ponape
Burke was carried only a step or
two by the animal instinct of setf-
preservation. Then he stopped
started on, turned back.
Horror sat upon that visage; ludi
crous, yet doubly intense by the
very inadequacy of its expression.
He snatched forth the revolvers.
He could battle for her. Yes, kill
half a dozen of those Japs. But-
to what avail? Fighting or no, he'd
lose her. ,
"I can't go on without you, he
burst forth, "and they won't let me
go on with you. But if I can't live,
I can die with you."
He broke Into the old laugh.
The boats, as one frantic glance
told his victim, were still too far to
aid. The natives all had fled. Only
Olive remained; bound hand and
foot, the rope from the noose drag
ging across the limb above.
Olive was writhing to sunder the
sennit cords which bound his arms.
, Olive blood dripping from wrists
torn in his struggle hurled himself
against the madman. The concus
sion of his bulk threw Ponape back.
The bullet which would have pierc
ed falmyra s brain flew harmlessly
into space.
The islander, by a supreme effort,
snapped his bindings. He seized the
other. He crushed his master to
him like a gorilla. But the hand
that held the revolver was yet, for
the moment, free. It flashed In, the
muzzle pressed against Olive's side.
The hand, gripped convulsively,
forced the hammer up toward iU
fatal blow.
But now, astonishingly, all move
ment ceased.
Firing from a distance, someone
had drilled Ponape Burke through
his evil heart
But, alas, the steel bullet had not
stopped, Its work performed. It
had crashed on through the body of
the heroic brown man, who fought
for her.
The girl shrieked out, fell faint
ing. And then, as these three lay, there
came a sound of hoofs, and a mud
dy foam-flecked horse plunged up
the village path with John Thurston.
He sprang from his saddle, flung
aside tHe gun, caught the uncon
scious girl up in nis arms.
When Palmyra Tree at last open
ed her eyes, she gazed up at John
Thurston for a bewildered moment.
Side by side two bodies lay.
Palmyra , snatched herself back
from John as if his touch had burn
ed. "And it was you," she cried,
rigid In horror, "you who fired?
Oh," she wailed, "I cannot, cannot
bear that It should have been you
you who killed Olive."
"But, Oh, no, no, .no, no, lady," the
surgeon interrupted in eager reas
surance. "This native man is not
dead."
She looked at that form in shud
dering question:
"Bullet knocked him out a little,"
explained the officer, "but it hit
nothing to make this big man trou
ble. He will be something like when
tho prizefighter gets knocked to
sleep on the Jaw." (
At his first sentence Palmyra's
lips had parted in a gasp of relief.
Now, in the reaction, she wavered,
closed her eyes dizzily, put out to
ward Thurston a groping hand.
John caught her to him once
more to uphold her. His heart was
aflame with the knowledge that
that pathetic blind , groping had
been for him. With" her face up
turned to his, appealing, close,
Thurston, In that great yearning so
long denied, could not resist; would,
despite the grinning audience, have
kissed her again and again.
But Commander Sakamoto, of an
ever tactful race, was quick with a
command which forced his unwill
ing men to the right-about; then
chased the giggling villagers home
with the sword of a samurai.
A burial detail had carried Pon
ape Burke forever away; Ponape
who had staked all and lost all.
'And when," demanded John of
Palmyra on the third day after;
and when shall the wedding be?"
"The wedding," ordained this girl,
must take place before we leave
the island. I insist, for one thing,
despite your protest, because I
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think I should always now be a
little afraid alone. But the real
reason " her voice vibrated with
feeling "is that then Olive, who
saved me for you, who made it pos
sible for me to understand, to real
ize my own true love: that then
Olive can be your can be our best
man."
And so it was that O-lee-vay,
commonly called Olive, who speaks
no language known to civilized man,
who eats fat pork with his fingers
and anoints himself copiously with
scented cocoanut oil and tumeric,
stood up with John Thurston, the
embodiment of civilization at its
finest
Thurston could not give his best
man a stick pin for Olive seldom
if ever wears a shirt.
But he could see that the islander
got Ponape Burke's swift schooner,
the Lupe-a-noa, trusteed for the
brown man's protection by the Am
eriron mission and the Japanese
navy, and manned by an already
eager and worshipping crew.
(The End.)
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