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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Exeter Times-Advocate, 1938-11-03, Page 6THURSDAY, NOVEMBER «. 1038 THE EXETER TIMES-ADVOCATE AE ^l||||||||lllll|||||||||||||||||||||||||IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIHII^ | ‘‘Black Horizon” | == , by Joseph Lewis Chadwick = Turner-McAllister Jaick was submissive with his swollen lips, CHAPTER VI Pete Barker’s shouted call on the sight of a vessel oft the schooner’s ■port side had the paralyzing effect of feat1 upon Rank Kirby. His first thought was of the con­ sequences if this vessel were a police boat. He well knew that he would have a difficult time making the is­ land constabulary believe that he had no willing hand in Sonya’s kid­ naping. Perhaps if Sonya backed his story it might bear weight with the officials. On the other hand, had he any right to expect that Sonya would back him? |For the first time he was not sure of Sonya, She might be us­ ing his love as means of turning him against Maya Jack Cannaghan — so long as there was dangei* from that direction. But once Maya Jack could not harm Sonya, might not she let Rand himself adrift, to explain to a disbe­ lieving and angry constabulary that he was as much kidnaped as the girl, Sonya Duraud? Sonya might, and possibly would. With all her friendli­ ness, her expressed trust „ in him, could he count on her? With such mingled feelings Rand went to the rail and peered out across the water. The swells were higher now, and rushing. He could not see from there to the boat. Pete’s call had brought Maya Jack onto deck. Sonya came, too, her face in the waning moonlight hope­ ful. Balu, with a meaning glance at Rand, appeared. Rand climbed to the bride, He found Pete pointing into the thick- ing blackness. A small boat,” said Pete. “One sail. I thought I heard a hail------ Listen! There it is again.” The wind was rising, and -whist­ ling "in the radio w«res overhead. Borne on the wind came a cry: “Ahoy, schooner!” Then Rand saw the boat. It was a small open craft, with a single mast upon which the sail was furled. A man stood in . the stern, wildly waving his arms. Rand cupped his hands to> shout: “Ahoy! What do you want?” “Pick me up!” came the answer from the water. Rand signaled to cut down the schooner’s speed. Maya Jack came to the bridge as the schooner's power was cut off. “What’s he, doing in the middle of the Pacific in an open boat?” “He wants to be picked up,” Rand said. Maya Jack made no comment. The small boat was heading for the Ven­ tura, its mast pitching and bobbing with the rushing sea. It was lost once as a mountainous wave rose, raced towards the schooner and broke over it. Rand switched the bridge searchlight on and played its beam over the murky water. It picked out the boat and the man. Rand felt Pete Barker grip his arm and heard him say: “Did you see what I saw?” Rand nodded. And Maya Jack mut­ tered under his breath. Rand kept the light focused on the boat. The man in the spot of light was striking in appearance, a great muscular man with flaming red hair and a beard equally as red. He was naked to the waist, and his body was burned red from exposure. He stood manning the tiller, ungainly on his feet. He looked near collapse. “Jacques LaBlanc!” Pete Barker cried. “Who is Jacques LaBlanc?” Rand asked. It was Maya Jack who answered. “Murderer,” he said tonelessly. “He killed a man six months ago in Zam­ boanga. The constabulary has been hunting him all the while. Rotten luck we had to stumble onto him." Rand went to deck to supervise the bringing of Jacques LaBlanc on board. ’The man collapsed as he came over the side, and Balu, who had helped him from the small boat, lifted him to a sitting position. “Water gone,” LaBlanc panted wild-eyed. “Lost my bearings . . . I couldn’t go on . . " Maya Jack came and helped Balu get the man to his feet. “Take him to the forecastle and bring him around,” Rand said. “Put him in irons in the hold. We’ll hand •him over to the constabulary when Nagging, Dragging Pains in Back Many women have to do their Own housework, and the constant bending over, lifting, making beds, sweeping, ironing, sewing so necessary to per­ form their household duties puts a strain on the kidneys, and the back­ aches are undoubtedly caused by some derangement of the kidneys, for if there were no kidney weakness the back would be strong and Well. Doan's Kidney Pills help to give perfect relief and comfort to all weak, backache suffering women, and make their household duties a pleasure inroad of a burden. triio T, Milburn Co., Ltd., Toronto, Ont, Ae can.” Maya Jack looked at Rand glar­ ingly, his blue eyes steely. Rand ex­ pected an outburst, but none came. Maya Jack started off, half dragging half carrying LaBlanc. Sonya stood by Rand, looking af­ ter the big red-bearded man. “What -will this mean?” she asked- “Is it—it another against us, Rand?” “No. I’ll have this one in irons before Maya Jack wins him over,” “Is it going to be tonight, Rand?" Rand nodded, deliberately. “Just as soon as the storm breaks." The clouds pushed down and a blinding rain came, and after the rain the wind sprang up again, from the southwest this time, a stiff twenty-knot breeze. Rand was on deck in oilskins; ne was not yet ready to send Pete Barker to the wheel. The schooner trailed a boiling phosphorescent wake. Its bow nosed the murky water into a high white somb that hissed viciously and shrilly. The swells ran high and long, outracing the ship and break­ ing over the reck in a cascade of salt spray. Hooting was precarious on the pitching deck. But the Ventura rode the swells easily. Sonya appeared again. She was wrapped in oilskins that seemed to swallow her slim person. She clung to the railing, breathlessly. “It’s breath-taking,” she gasped. “This is just a squall,” Rand said. “But look at the sea. Those waves------” Sonya braced herself as a swell struck the schooner. “This is just the beginning, ac­ cording to Balu,” Rand shouted, above the screaming of the wind. “You are likely to see waves run­ ning thirty feet high.” “They are high enough now,” Sonya said. Her face was wet, and the salt spray was biting the skin and stinging her eyes. Rand thought so, too. He looked at a rising crest, tumbling into a trough, rising again, a mountain of green water. Then it broke, and they could see the clouds again, the blackness of them. It was like sail­ ing through a dungeon. The hori­ zon was dark, uttei- blackness, com­ plete and seeming to narrow in on them. The deck was awash as the schooner struck a Mrest and foam swiled at their ankles. Then jagged lightning began to pierce the murk. Sonya flinched as a clap of thunder seemed to shake the very timbers of the ship. In the fleet blossoming of light her face was blanched. The lightning bolts came oftener, jolting and bril­ liant. And then the storm really struck. The seas were titanic, nightmar­ ish. The wind was a gale, ripping and shrieking. The deck rolled side to side, nosed down with stern high. It leveled to pitch the bow out of the sea and come down hard. Then the sea was over all the -deck and Sonya and Rand seemed stand­ ing in the raging ocean. The radio wires came down with a frightful explosion as the rigging struck the chartroom roof. The wind whipped it about, slamming it into a sky-, light, and there was another explo­ sion of shattering glass. “You’d better go to your cabin!” Rand shouted into Sonya’s ear. His arm was about her, holding her to him. Under the oilskins her body was trembling. He saw Sonya down the compan­ ionway, then went to the bridge. Pete Barker was there still, his arms wrapped against the railing. His thin face was ashen, his eyes wide and glaring. He was chatter­ ing, first cursing then praying, then cursing again. “We’ll not get through this!” he whimpered. “This—is the — end!” Rand looked at him pityingly. “You go take the helm,” he ordered. Pete went, scared and trembling, his legs putty, limp. } The gale went on unabated, ter­ rible. The ocean had gone mad. After a while Balu 'came work­ ing his way to the bridge. He was naked except for turban and sarong, his brown chest dripping salt water. "It is time,” he said, in his ma-, jestic way. “Where is Maya Jack?” “In his cabin.” “Anr the man LaBlanc? In irons?” "No. He passed out on a bunk in the forecastle.” "'Good enough. Come; we’ll dis­ arm Pete Barker.” They fought their way to the helm. Pete was fighting the helm like a man who is fighting for his life. He did not go for his gun slung under his arm. Baul had no need to un­ sheath his knife. "Not a sound!” Rand ordered. “And don’t leave this wheel- -if you wish to live. You can’t help Maya Jack anyway!” Pete’s eyes were glassy, popping. He gulped, nodded, then the wheel went whirling about and he had to fight it some more. Rand and Balu went to Maya Jack’s cabin. The big aloud islander was not there. Rand looked at Balu, alarmed. “The chartroom!” he said. They burst into the chartroom mnutes latex* but it was empty. Only the sound of the lashing wind and rain outside was there. Rand looked at the native, his face tor­ tured. "He’s onto our game!” he said hoarsely. Balu’s face was impassive. “There is one place we did not look, Jefe.” "Where?” “The girl’s room,” Raund bit out a curse and flung out of the room. He raced for the companionway that led down to Sonya’s cabin. He heard Balu be­ hind him, close. The crashing sounds of the storm deadened the noise of their movements in the pas­ sageway. Rand unbuckled his oil­ skins and took out his revolver. Balu unsheathed his ugly bladed knife. Rand reached fox* the doorknob. It slipped under the sea water on his hand, but it turned finally. He flung open the door. Rand felt that he -was more than a little man as he glimpsed the big form of Maya Jacs beyond the door. The man’s broad back was to the door, and beyond him was Sonya. She was kneeling on the bunk, shrinking back into a corner. Her face was pale and frightened. So much Rand saw. He heard her scream as she saw him. Then Maya Jack was whirl­ ing. Maya Jack was never to be taken entirely napping. He was drawing his revolvex* as he pivoted. The madness that nad clamped down on Rand was total now. •He forgot the gun in his hand. His fingers released it, and it fell clattering to the floor. He lunged forward, lashing out at Maya Jack’s face with his clenched fist. Maya Jack bellowed, his face no longer handsome but ugly and dis­ torted. Then the bellow gurgled in his throat as Rand’s blow landed solidly against the man’s mouth. Maya Jack’s 'gun exploded, then flew from his hand, Maya Jack was still off balance with his, pivot­ ing. He was carried backward by1 the weight of the blow. He fought threshing the air with his arms for balance. He tumbled backward against the table, crashed it over under his great weight. Sonya screamed again. Rand lunged ovei* the table as Maya Jack scrambled to get up. He felt his blows land solidly, then steel-like fingers were at his throat. It might have been over in that moment, but there was still Balu. The native was always behind Rand. His knife glinted in the light of the cabin. The blade point pricked at Maya Jack’s throat. “Shall it be?” tne native asked camly. Maya Jack did not flinch. Only rage and hatred came into his face. Then his fingers came away from ’Rand’s throat. He lay back, the blade still at his throat. Rand got to his feet shaken. He sought his own gun and Maya Jack’s. He found them, and picked them up, conscious of an excruci­ ating shooting through his wrist and hand with which he had struck Maya Jack. Balu took a coil of* wire from his sarong. “Foi* his hands,” he eaid to Rand. Rand took the wire and securely tightened it about Maya Jack’s wrists, lashing them together. The effort brought that sharp pain to his hand and wrist again. Balu sheathed his Knife then and prodded his captive to his feet. Maya Jack Cannaghan’s domineer­ ing spirit was not crushed. Silent though he was, there was still fight in his china-blue eyes. Rand said, grimly. “You. are going to be put in irons, Maya! In irons. Come along!” CHAPTER VII There was still work to do. Maya Jack Cannaghan’s taking was not the end. Pete Barker was unarmed now, and troubled enough by the ragpng iaale that whipped at tihe schooner. Kelly Burk, drugged into sleep, had to be moved to the hold and ironed in handcuffs chained to the walls. And there was still the murdered, LaBlanc. Maya enough, where Rand Kirby had struck him, Balu, Rand’s loyal native seaman, shoved Maya Jack to the door. Rand followed, pausing to glance back at Sonya. The girl still hud­ dled in a cornei* of tne bunk. Hei* lovely face was pale and she was staring wide-eyed and startled at the wreckage of the table. Her dark gaze traversed to Rand and a flut­ tering smile touched her lips. Rand smiled at her reassuringly. He experienced a sudden tightening within his chest as their glances met and locked. He no longei* thought of how great his love fox* her was, but merely of how hopeless a thing it was. “You are—all right?” he asked, concerned. Sonya nodded. “Yes,” she re­ plied, shuddering. “I am all right." He followed Maya Jack and Balu then to deck, across deck to a hatch. Balu unbattened and removed the tarpaulin and lifted the hatch. Rand stood guard from above, while Balu placed Maya Jack in irons in hold. The storm still raged with all supreme might of the sea and wind as Balu went roused the Awakened, drink and drug, Kelly Burk tried to put up a fight, Balu’s knife, halt unsheathed, was enough to subdue the red-faced man. “Where’s Maya?” Kelly Burk de­ manded. “In irons,” Rand told him crisply. “Where you are going?” Jaques LaBlanc, he of the flam­ ing red hair and beard, went will­ ingly to the hold when roused out of the bunk in which he lay in semi­ collapse. He was amused, however, when the chained handcuffs were clamped over his thick, hairy wrists. Guf­ fawing boisterously, he tested the strength of the chains. “You don’t think these toys will hold me, do you?” he asked. Then he began taunting Maya Jack. A fine skippei* you are! Chained in a hold.” Rand climbed out of the hold, and stood by while Balu battened down the hatch again. Rand breathed easiei* when the operation was com­ pleted. 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