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Mahers alse of McCormich's Famcy Biscuils ° Over 40,000 boxes sold each month* | dawn | to do what he did, which he after, | wards came to regard as something "«. was giving out. | I i i THE DAILY BRITISH WHIG, SATURDAY, MAY 5, | 1 EEE ERR REFERRER PRR E REFS - The Dog Star: A +e Boas | Fed bed Continued from Pdge | CHAFTER XXIX. i - | The Rescue on half fell to the floor beside He groped in the half light 2nd ed {| and ' other ; wound, half dead from exhaustion and & t He felt the bloodstain op his It was quite dry He mt een lying tliere for hours | er was not dead, for his eyelids ed. and he moaned feebir and | move | Lorion stumbled to his feet t of the Lut again. Once he at Napier lived, he must think He must find Peter. Where ter? n dragged himself across the ng. He went sideways, like a king. He shouted as he went ast; he thought he did, but only faint, murmuring cries from between his lips. ost count of time, Minutes or s might be slipping by while his painful passage across ring. And no one came. Why one come? Why didn't his bring the natives from their Surely he must be making { heard. Some irres'stible irged him towards the forest. lid not now why. taggered on, alone. No natives 1 his tries. He was alone in chill that preceded 'the Everything depended on "him. He knew that, and it gave Hi* power [} 2 grey of a miracle. And Peter! . Where was Peter? On towards the forest he stumbled. Every moment he grew weaker; hls strength seemed to be oozing from him, gradually but certainly going out in a thin stream. Boon it would be exhausted; he would not even be able to stumble on as he was doing now. He reached the forest; by intuition he found the track. He stumbled on; | the thick, white, poisonous mist closed around him, wrapping him 'as in a | garment, chilling him to the bone. What was that? A cry--a long- drawn-out, moaning cry. The cry of someone in pain. Lorion stopped still and clung to the stem of a tree, listening with all his ears, with all his being. Yes--there it was again. It came from beyond, from deeper in the for- est. It sounded a long way, and end- less way away. But it was a human voice. He went on; he was lost in the grey gloom; several. times he stumbled; | once he tripped over a giant parasite plant and fell heavily to the earth. | He struggled up, with grazed hands, aching in every limb. His strength ! Could he go on? Of course, he must--he must. He heard the cry again. It sounded near- er, not quite so many miles away; he shouted back. , The cry took on a familiar sound. It was an Englishman's - voice. It moaned out: "Help! Help!" Peter's voice. . Yes, it must be. Lorion gathered all his failing forces with a superhuman effort of will, and ran forward, shouting as he ran. | He fell, half fainting, at the foot of & great trée, and the voice that had cried for help came Immediately above him. When he recovered his senses he saw Peter--Peter lashed to the trunk of the giant tree with ropes made of creepers, cruel, green ropes as strong as steel. Peter's feet were about two feet from the ground; they were bound round the tree, so was the middle of his body, so was his neck. He was suspended there, fixed, im- movable. On his shoulder was a great wound, and blood was streaming down his arm. Peter tied to a tree, In danger of bleeding to death; and "Lorion con- scious that he hadn't the strength to save him! But he must--of course he must.' Strength or weakness, what did. that ' matter? He struggled to his feet. "It's I--Lorion," he sald in a hoarse voice. "You'll be all pight now--old man. How long can yéu last out? | "l don't know," er answered faintly. "I can't sée you; I can hard- ly hear your voice." "Can you last till I go back for help? "I don't know--I'll try." "No!™ Lorion's voice had grown stronger. His fingers had closed on something hard in the pocket of his coat. "Here's a knife. Thank God!" He set to work to cut the cruel creeper bonds, first the middle, then the feet. The perspiration poured down his face; he panted; it was like cutting through steel. : "I can't reach your neck," he mut: tered. "If 1 hold your feet, will you try to free that yourself?" He passed up the knife. At first Peter couldn't hold it. His arm were numbed from the bonds. As life re- turned the pain was excruciating. Lorion knelt down, and placed the young man's feet firmly on his shoulders. At. last Peter managed to cut the bonds round his neck. He slid down, gee ; i i dreadful night | could speak colferently { those men who came into the tent-- 'Lorion. outstretched and no one 'Déath walting w arms, to snatch to hold them back Napa? Jd turough a time that he hoped never to experience again as long as he lived or in any other life. | He himself was far from well. He had received an injury during that I'he wound had been slight, but still it told on him, and culy ais mpugaificent constituiton prgb- ably prevented him from being ser iously fll. But there .was not time to be ill; fact, it was impossible for him to be fil. Here he was alone with these two, Peter, with a terrible them, exposure; Lorion fever-ravaged and i suffering from a fearful mental shock. | Napler's knowledge of medicine, his |! indomitable will, and, above all, his | faith in God stood him in good stead. | The youth and strength and ex- | cellent condition of the two younger | men, aided by lis devoted nursing, pulled them through. ! He was all alone save for the na- tives. The natives were sullen and subdved. They buried the dead boy | Bobby with strange rites. Of, what | kad happened that night they would | not speak. Napier -could not tell | whether they knew any more than he | Gid. He remembered nothing before | he had wakened from a stupor im | broad daylight, found Peter's hut and | Lorion's tent empty, and, gathering ! the natives around him, had started on his search which had ended in the ' discovery of the two young -men in the forest, about a mile away from the | clearing. He bad found them both fo | sensible, and insensible they had re | "mained for these three days. "How it was that they had not died] he could mot think. ! Peter's case had been the gravest | on account of the. wound. But his youth and splendid condition were on | his side, and it now showed every sign | of healing. He was, of course, fright- fully weak, but on the third day he! awoke to the knowledge of what was | going on around him. | Napier's efforts had not ended with | his own ministrations. He had sent | messeagers out to Patal. and to Brin: tonville. | On the fourth day both the patients | A week after that, terribly. weak and emaciated, but whole in Body and mind for all| that, they were brought for the first time into the open air: The sun was shining brilliantly. Another terrible storm during the | night had somewhat cooled the air The two young men were placed side by side on canvas deck-chairs covered with blankets, their heads propped up with pillows. They smiled at each other feebly but with hearty | good fellowship. Napier had done all that his. .skill and knowledge permitted. He 'was obliged to leave the rest to Nature now, only helping that pre-eminent | healer out with the simplest of ordin- | ary remedies. ws "I wish to goodness | could do some- thing for you chaps," he said dow, as | he came and stood between them, re- garding them both with anxiety. "It's bad luck that neither of the boys met ny Europeans And Heaven alone | knows what has become of Moriarty. ! There was no answer to the telegram to Lagos, and at Patala they said they were expecting him evepy"diy. And yet there's no sigu of Rim." "You've done wongers for us, old | chap,;-8aid Peter In & feeble voice. But Napier shook his head "I'd give anything to get you chaps to the coast and home," he said. "*But 1 daren't undertake it on my own re- sponsibility. It's such a journey, and 1 don't half trust these Llacks now. I don't know what's come over them. | do wish to goodness we could hear from Moriarty." * There was a long silence after his rather diséonsolate speech. It was broken by Lorion, who raised himself ! with difficulty on his elbow { "It's just occurred to me," he said, "that the men mistook Peter for me." His voice was weak and husky. "What do you mean; old chap?" asked Peter wonderingly, turning over on his side so that he could look at Lorion. "Well, you say you're sure it was the Men of Onga." "Yes, rather, the devils," said Peter. | "My word, | gave them a run for their money. I sent two of them spinning; I remember it distinetly. It's all I do remember, and seeing their ugly black faces all around me, with those hideous cuts in them." | "Well, they obviously meant to kill me," continued Lorion. "Don't yom re- member how they wanted to know all about me, and went on in that ridicu- lous way, and asked which was my tent? "By Jove, yes," said Peter. "And they brought you those pans with | things in them, and we thought they were saluting you as a mighty per | "And you slept in the tent instead | of me at the last moment," put in "Don't you see? -€od, what an escape we've had. What should | we have done if they--if they--" ! "If they'd finished their work", "Well, it wouldn't" been you. MN, word, I'm glad we did | them, though, the ugly black: brutes. , maassa," said Sandy imperturbably. | Maassa Monk saw them---he struggle that & gupernatural agency had had {of Lorion's party. If there was any- in addition an expression of acute f Lg "1 think it's better i 1917. the attempt, and fell into a health- giving and refreshing sleep. Napier's curiosity was aroused, however. He had, until ths after-| noon, entirely forgotten the existence , of that curious letter that had been | found among Boone's papers; and that Lorion had assured him was in Mo- riarty's handwriting, and signed by him. It was most peculiar that these | Men of Onga should have been men- | tioned in it, that they should have! been recommended for some purpose, that the juju should have been re- | ferred to. Napier remembered the last® sentence particularly. In view of what had happened, it had a sinis- ter sound--"Onga will do his work." 'Besides, the writer recommended Boone to know as little as possible, and to leave all details to the Men of Onga. Know as little as possible about what? Leave details about what? The train of thought carried Napier | - into a track that he found narrowing | the farther he pursued it, and that! Jed to a conclusion that he dare' not | contemplate. Why should Moriarty, Monk's friend and representative, ! wish Lorion any harm? Besides, such | methods as were suggested belogged to barbarians. In the light of what had happened, however, it was plain | what the mission of the Men of Onga' had been. Had they misunderstood their instructions? Napier aid not lfke the conclusions his thoughts were leading him to. He summoned Sandy, the cook and head-man of Lorion's party, and be- gan to interrogate him again. / Had nothing been heard of the Men of Onga? he asked. Had they really rompletely disappeared? Did the natives not want to be avenged on them for the death of poor Bobby, who had been told off to watch over Maassa Lorion, and who had been brutally murdered by these dreadful men? To all these questions Sandy only replied with a shake of his head. He shared in the general sullenness of the blacks, although he was outward- ly polite. - iid "Men of Onga mighty men, maas- sa," he said at last, in a voice that suggested there was nothing more to be said or done-in the matter. "But they tried to murder the white man, the son of the great white lord of ithe Lobanzo," said Napler. "Perhaps not Men of Onga do that, "Yes, it was the Men of Onga. with the bad men. You know that." "Perhaps it was juju" said Sandy. His voice was full of conviction. Napier realized then the cause of the sullen - tearing of the blacks. They thought that the white men had incurred the displeasure of the juju. They were inclined to believe a hand in the attempted murder of Peter Monk. He spoke very severely to Sandy. "That nonsense," he said. "You go tell other boys that nonsense. Juju no touch white man. What for?" But Sandy preserved an obsinate silence. "Was it a mistake, Sandy?" "Juju no make mistake." Sandy could not be induced to say any more, and Napier's perplexity was by no means dissipated. In fact, if anything, it was increased. Sandy was thing to know, he must know it Was it possible that he had been in the plot, that he had known that Lorion was to be assasinated? It seemed too monstrous for belief. Finding his interrogatory of Sandy a complete failure, Napier dismissed him. He did not like the temper of the natives, but he did not want to irritate them, because for the moment the three white men were entirely in their power. * He supposed the fear of the juju was stronger in them than anything, certainly than thelr sense of loyalty to the white man. The next day Moriarty arrived. He had only his hammock men and ahout half a dozen carriers, no elaborate caravan. He sprang from his ham- mock with the agility of a youth and advanced towards Napier It was quite impossible to realize that he was blind. His fine, medieval face was deathly white, as usual, and wore anxiety. "For 'God's sake, tell me--are they all right?" he sald almost in a whis- per. "Of course, you are Mr. Napier Your letter nearly drove me mad with anxiety. 1 got it at. Patala. I've nearly killed my men to get here." "They are as well as ca. be ex- pected," rveplied Napier. From the first he did not like to trust this won- derful man with the face of a car- dinal of the Middle Ages, and blind eyes so deep-set that one could hardly see them through the drooping lids and thie bushy brows and lashes. "Where are they now?" Moriarty ent on. "Can 1 see them now--at once? I have an important message from Sif Glare." "They are both asleep," said Napier. no to disturb them." They sat in Napler's hut. A boy brought drinks. ' Napier told Moriarty Jin®a few words the whole story of the murderous attack on Peter and Napier said was certainly to be con- sidered a miracle, seeing that Lorion himself was so weak and ill that he was hardly able to crawl Moriarty listened in silence. He twisted his hands together all the time. When Napier had finished his story the other man's first remark was a surprise. "It was Boone's fault," he said in a scathing voice. "He wasn't to be e shouldn't have been so - to die?" asked Napier. - to fall fll. He was a fool" There was no pity in the hard, clear he have prevented it if well and alive?" asked | a i I : i i? igh § 1 8 i . sald Napier sternly {hard into the other man's white Your Grocer ~~ sellsit. Costs no more than the ordinary kinds. Guaranteed to be made exclusively from the ingredients specified on the label. E. W. GILLETT CO. LTD: TORONTO, CANADA Montreal FN Rd ! CANADA med 0 Q Was it as "Yes, of course ments and treaties people. A word frem Be would have Known that friendly. They are a de They are dead against the white nothing will i party went throlg from me, and the and--well, vou know 's now why I said it was Boone "Then you think it was pure "You sec ployment, ** may do again." | "We can guard are not such, fc r, 1 kiwow thi *ll you one thing oC nome & | about advice "God said | thing, but' | monstrous neonceive lieve--1 do believe to do with it" And Nabpler, strange white fu aversion rise w n him A couple of days later they started on their long journey At Moba Moriarty took leave of them He said h ewould send a party back for Boone's body Less than a month from the time they left the clearing at the edge in - the great Bonzo Forest, Glare Monk you, Mr. Napier RS rea) Houle Fores. Siars Munk A ha met them on the King's landing cabled to Sir Glare abcu stage at Blackport regrettable incident. 1 did: 1a: T™ a 3 vou 1s o " The voy had restored them all Neither did 1 S pi I A al fect heal ) ibn three to almost perfect health. Peter It's better tha . " . rit 4 was none the worse for his terrible nothing until he sec ¢ 3 I ¢ A experience; the wonderful recuper sound. Don't you iv rv } yo ative force, of youth hag done its I do. But I thir work. H . asin i to be taken 0 pu Wor e red eccas@nal twingcs : from the wv nd in his shoulder, and becoming fre Moriarty shook his d h were dai } "I fear it would be.in'y ble, " 5 Bevere 85 'severe. Next That's my "Pure hatred of repeated Moriarty escape!" he added in a hos "It was indeed," said Napie rT "But for God's mercy and a cor rade"s almost superhuman deve Moriarty, Sir Gard would day have pee n a childles Moriarty"s face i "Lorion. was t "Sir Glare will not be sure. Sir Glare tl of him. He had cablec Lorion is to go back course, he would have matters have wu wrong," | he awful him suspen ly. look the felt a tremendous Monk all don't understand the condition nt and ) country, Mr. Napier." 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