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THE MED.
■ONE TRAIL
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Crittenden
Marriott
Mtieti-ciiiona ty
. CHAPTER I.—thrown from his auto
In a Isew \ork village, a man is ear¬
ned unconscious into the home of a
Miss Edith Grant. A doctor discovers
he has been shot, fatally. Conscious¬
ness Morbach, returning, the man gives his name
as and babbles of ‘ millions.”
He begs that Henry Archman, million¬
aire resident of the vicinity, be sent
for, declaring he has an important mes¬
sage for him. Archman cannot be
reached by ‘phone, but word is sent
that his secretary is on the way. A
man announcing himself as Archman's
secretary Morbach* and Akin, leaves arrives, with talks with
lie gives him. a package
CHAPTER II.—Morbach dies. Arch
man veals s that arrival, the with his secretary re¬
an impostor and man has posing as Akin is
papers Morbach carried. escaped with the
Edith Grant Archman de¬
nounces as a girl endeavor¬
ing to snare his son Harry.
CHAPTER III.—Archman, his mil¬
lions made in Chicago, has yielded to
the importunities of his family—his
wife, daughters Nellie and Bessie (sev¬
enteen yetrs old), and son Harry—and
moved to New York in an endeavor to
gain They recognition by the Pour Hundred, j
have not succeeded. Mrs. Arch- j
man is bitter over her failure, particu- i
larly mourning the fact that she has !
not been “taken up” by a Mrs. Van
Iv U11.
CHAPTER IV.—Archman orders Nel¬
lie t> get ready for a long Journey with i
him, "Starting in an hour.” lie refuses
to reveal their destination to Ills wife,
declaring tells Bess It is “not his secret.” Nellie
she is In love with James
Carr, a youth working on Archman's
ship, El Rio. She gives Bess a message
for him. Archman and Nellie depart.
CHAPTER V.—Harry tells Bess of
Ms determination to marry Edith Grant.
Mrs. Arcbman receives a map, with the
bacIkiT^papers^a ..........
nd* u g-g-esUng* "sh e or
ward „ ....... it to Mr. Archman. Lord ... George
Caruthera, traveling Englishman, ar¬
rives at the Archman home, by invi¬
tation.
with Rh^jOr Lord <? ^Oeo: George, rae . h vist visit the Fi El Rio. n’
Bess meets Carr and tells him of her
eister's departure. She learns from him
that “Edith Grant” is his sister. Mrs.
Archman ------- decides ------- to -- take ----- Bess —„„ and _____
Caruthers accompanies them. Bunker
has sealed orders.
CHAPTER VII.—A Miss Denslow, en
gaged as governess for Bess, and Akin,
sail with the party. Miss Denslow and
Caruthers, it appears, keep have met before.
They decide to It a secret.
CHAPTER VIII.—Bess finds a note
urging her to instructions. warn Captain Bunker
to guard his playfully She thinks
it a joke, but warns the cap¬
tain she will see them before he does.
Bunker finds his orders have been tarn
pered with, and accuses BesB. Con¬
vinced of her innocence, he realises a
spy is on board.
CHAPTER IX.—The ship arrives at |
its destination at night. At the mo¬
ment of anchoring, someone on the Eh
Rio sets off a red flare their evidently to
show the pursuing ship position.
CHAPTER X.—Mrs. Archman, Bess,
Harry, Lord George, Miss Denslow and
the first officer, Collins, discover are landed.
From a height they a torpedo
boat destroyer Wigwagging evidently watching the
El Rio. the information
to the ship, board, those ashore witness a
commotion on which they rightly
interpret as a mutiny.
CHAPTER XI
Springing a Trap
Captain Bunker strode up and down
on the bridge of the El Rio till the
boat with the adventurers disappeared
Into the cleft on the line of cliff's. As
it passed out of sight he heaved a
sigh of relief.
Captain Bunker was a freighter
captain and he did not take kindly to
passengers. He would not have taken
kindly to them even under the most
favorable conditions; and he certainly
did not do so under the conditions of
this voyage, which wbre anything but
favorable.
Here he was on an errand that he
had been specifically warned was one
of considerable danger. He believed
that he had been followed by at least
one vessel, and though he seemed to
have temporarily thrown his pursuer
off the track, he was by no means cer¬
tain that he had done so permanently.
Moreover, he knew that he had at
least one traitor on board his ship—
and he could not find him. Under such
circumstances passengers were more
than an annoyance—they were a
plague, and Captain Bunker welcomed
their departure. He promised himself
that before they got back he would
catch the traitor if he were among the
crew, or would get Information that
would point to him unmistakably if he
were among the passengers. As to
which group he belonged, Captain
Bunker was by no meaps satisfied.
He watched till he saw the boat,
minus Collins and the passengers, pop
her bow out of the cleft and start back
to the ship. Then he turned to the
second mate.
‘‘I’m going below, Mr. Franks,” he
said. “I want to examine my safe
more carefully, and then I want to
interview every man on board. If I
want any particular man at any time
I’ll let you know. Otherwise, send
them in one after another.”
“Very good, sir.”
Captain Bunker turned to descend
from the bridge, but stopped as Akin
came toward him, evidently desirous
of speaking.
The usual intimacies of a voyage
had not altered the secretary’s reserve.
Rather they had Increased It. He had
spent practically all his time shut up
in his stateroom, tlcktacking away on
his typewriter. He emerged at meals,
which he ate almost in silence, and
then vanished again. Seldom or never
did he come on deck. He remained,
In short, to all appearance the same
smooth-running piece of office machin¬
ery that he had been in New York—
so unobtrusive that no one really no¬
ticed him at all.
This morning, however, such evident
intention spoke In his manner that
Captain Bunker noticed it. ‘‘Anything
you want to say, Mr. Akin?” he ques
tinned.
The secretary nodded. “Yes, cap¬
tain,” he said. "I take it you are still
disturbed by the burning of the flare
last night. I have been thinking that
perhaps I may be able to help—”
“Come to my cabin, Mr. Akin," the
captain interrupted. "We can talk
better there.”
A moment later, seated at the cabin
tnble, the captain nodded. ‘‘Now, Mr.
Akin,” he Invited.
Akin had evidently mapped out
what he was to say, far he spoke at
once. ‘‘I learned for the first time last
nl « ht ~ ° r P erlia P s I Should S8y this
morning,” he began, “that you suspect¬
ed that someone was following us. I
now understand, at least partly, the
rmzjymtlwz m
me yesterday. They were not very—
er—clear?”
“No I” Captain Bunker spoke a little
sharply. “Air. Archman told me that
you knew nothing of his plans as re¬
gards this voyage, and that he pre¬
ferred that I should not discuss them
with you or with anyone. Conse¬
quently—”
"Air. Archman was right, of course.
He left New York at almost a mo¬
ment’s notice on what seems to have
been strictly private business. He told
me nothing of It, and I, of course, wish
to know nothing. For this reason I
have kept more than usually aloof
from those on board and have avoided
listening to the various surmises that
have been passed so freely. However,
I have not been able to make myself
wholly deaf; and I have gathered that
you believe that we have a spy on
board who Is trying to signal our route
to some following vessel. Am I right?”
"You are 1”
“I thought so. Well, captain, In that
case, I think I can throw some light
on the matter. Yesterday afternoon I
happened to be looking out of my port,
hole when I saw a bottle tossed out of
the port just aft. I caught a glimpse
of It—just enough to let me see that
it had a small flag sticking from its
neck. Then it flew to pieces and dis¬
appeared. I thought this was very
peculiar and waited and watched until
I had seen three similar bottles appear
and promptly undergo the same fate.
I did not hear any report, but when I
went on deck I saw Lord George was
sitting at the stern shooting at things
with a rifle, and I suppose he broke
them.”
“I know he broke them,” remarked
Captain Bunker. “What I don’t know
and want to find out Is, who threw
them into the water.’’
“Oh! You knew of the bottles?”
Akin’s tones expressed surprise. “I
am sorry. I thought I might be able
to help you.” The secretary rose.
But Captain Bunker checked him.
“Sit down, Air. Akin,” he commanded.
“You have helped me already. There
are only two staterooms aft of yours.
If the bottles came from aft of you,
they must have come from the state¬
room of Allss Denslow or from that of
Airs. Archman.”
“Or from this cabin, Captain Bunk¬
er." The secretary’s tones were pe¬
culiar.
Bunker looked at him keenly. “This
cabin was kept locked all afternoon,”
he said, “except while I was In It.”
"Then the bottles must have come
from Allss Denslow’s room—for of
course they could not have come from
Airs. Archman’s.”
Captain Bunker hesitated. "It would
seem so,” he said. “But Aliss Arch¬
man seems very sure of Miss Dens¬
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low.”
"Aiiss Archnmn is a girl and is apt
to be enthusiastic,” commented Akin
dryly. “She met Miss Denslow only
a few clays before we sailed. Airs.
Archman engaged her on recommenda¬
tion of Aliss Van Kull. No doubt she
Is a lady and an able governess, as
Aliss Van Kull certified, but she may j
be a spy, too. However, I do not in¬
sist that It was she who threw the
bottles overboard. I merely mention
the matter for your information. I
think it was someone else.”
“Who?”
“Price! The steward 1 Did you
know that he had a passkey to the
door of this cabin?”
“No!”
“He has. I saw him use it yester¬
day afternoon—about three o’clock, I
should say.”
j “Humph!” Captain Bunker nodded
slowly. Akin’s accusation of Price
did not seem to surprise him. More¬
over, he seemed to be pondering deei>
ly. “It’s quite possible,” he said. “I
didn’t know It, but after all the lock
j is simple and pass-keys are easy to
get. No doubt the spy, whoever he
was, brought many keys on board
with him. I don’t mind telling you,
Air. Akin, that somebody did enter
tlds cabin yesterday afternoon, and
] opened the safe yonder”—Captain
Bunker pointed—“and read the sealed
Instructions that Air. Archman left
with mo. Whoever did It probably pre¬
I pared the bottles and threw them over¬
board in an effort to inform his em¬
ployers of our destination.”
j Akin did not speak, but Ids little
eyes narrowed, and he drew a long
breath.
“I thought It might be Price,” went
on Captain Bunker, “but he seemed
j to prove an alibi, and I said little, imp¬
ing he would betray himself if not
alarmed. But now I’ll interview him
and—that’s all, Air. Akin. I’ll see
Price and call you, If necessary, if I
; catch the fellow”—Captain Bunker’s
i jaws hardened ominously—“if I catch
him—by the Lord Harry, Mr. Akin, If
I catch him, no matter who he is, I’ll
make him sweat for it.”
Akin went out. and Captain Bunker
reached over and touched the bell for
Price.
Instantly, almost as if the sound had
been a signal, a rush of feet sounded
on deck overhead, and a chorus of
voices rose in excitement. For a mo¬
ment the captain hesitated, half ris¬
ing; then, as the noise seemed sub¬
siding, lie dropped back in his chair
and touched his bell cnee more.
Aljjuv > instantly he heard the crack
----
a
Bunker sprang across the cabin to
his dresser and jerked open the
drawer, disclosing a long, blue-barreled
revolver. He snatched it up and
rushed to tiie door and through the
wardroom to the deck.
But he was too late. As he emerged
from the outer door, a dozen men flung
themselves upon him. With a yell, he
hurled the weapon into the face of
the nearest man. Price's face rose
before him, and he struck out with
his fists and saw the steward go reel¬
ing back. Before he could strike
again the men were on him and he
went down in a whirling mass of legs
and arms and straining bodies, from
which came the soft, crushing sound
of drumming fists. For a moment he
struggled desperately; then someone
got home upon his head with some¬
thing far harder than flesh and bone,
and liis senses fled.
When he came to himself he was
back in his cabin, sitting in Ills own
chair. lie felt weak and dizzy and
half blinded by something that was
trickling Into his eyes. When lie tried
to put up his hands to wipe It away
lie found that ids wrists were tightly
hound together and that he was lashed
to the chair.
A moment later he heard the cabin
door open and someone come in. “Wait
Price’s Face Rose Before Him, and
He Struck Out With His Fists and
Saw the Steward Go Reeling Back.
a minute, captain,” said a voice, which
he at once knew to be Price’s. “Wait
a minute'and I’ll wipe that blood out
your eyes.”
A dripping sponge mopped his eyes
forehead, then plopped into a
and a towel was pressed to his
The next second Price came from
him and sat down on the other
of the table. He had taken off
steward’s apron and had strapped
his waist with a belt, In which hung
pistol that Captain Bunker recog¬
as ids own.
“There, captain, that’s better,” he
smilingly. “I was getting wor¬
about you. You’ve been dead to
world for an hour. Sorry I had
knock you in the head. Gee! You
made a pretty fight of it.”
The veins In Bunker’s forehead
“You infernal scoundrel,” he
“I’ll—"
“Now, captain I” The ex-steward’s
was wheedling. Evidently he de¬
sired, for purposes of his own, to
cajole the captain. But his tones rang
false. “Don’t get excited. You gave
me an awful wallop in the eye, but
I’m not excited. It’s all over. Franks
has been wounded and disarmed, and
that shrimp Akin hag been locked up
In his stateroom. Everybody else on
board is with us and against you. So,
you see, there’s no use in making
trouble. Keep cool anti let’s talk
things over.”
Captain Bunker did not answer. But
his eyes burned hot.
Price read them and nodded. “Easy,
cap’n, easy 1” he counseled. “Easy!
Of course you’re angry. I’d be angry,
too, if I was in your place. Let’s take
all that for grunted and talk sensibly.”
The man’s voice was all that could be
desired. But Ids eyes betrayed Ids
falseness.
"I’ll see you hanged for this 1” pant¬
ed the captain.
“Alaybe. But not yet a while. I
repeat, captain, that you’re practically
alone on the ship. You notice we're
in motion.”
Undoubtedly the ship was under
way. Bunker had recognized that fact
from the first.
“You see,” went on the steward,
“we’re in control. The chief engineer
Is locked up and the second engineer
Is with us. You haven’t a friend on
board."
“It’s mutiny, Is It?” Captain Bunk¬
er’s voice had become cold and deadly.
The rage that had gripped him seemed
to he passing.
“Oh, no, captain. Nothing so crude
nB mutiny," answered Price reproach
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century tury piracy, polite, courteous and
thoughtful. It was all planned out
before we left New York, and so far
it has worked out beautifully."
“Beautifully? AViiat do you expect
to gain?”
“A good many million dollars, cap¬
tain. We’re off to get them now.
Your friends ashore precipitated our
action a little by trying to signal you.
But it was only a question of a few
minutes longer, at most. We’re bound
for the landing place on this island—
the right one, you understand. We’ll
be there in ten minutes, and before
we get there I want you to surrender
my map.”
“Your map?”
“Yes! You've got it, of course. It
isn’t really important”—in spite oi
himself tiie ex-steward’s voice qua¬
vered—“but I’d like to have It. AIj
whole scheme has worked out so pret
tlly that I hate to slip up even on a
minor detail. I’m proud of the thing,
you see. It’s my first job at sea. I’m
a landsman, you know. Banks are my
specialty.”
“Ah!” Captain Bunker glanced at
ids safe. “That explains how you got
into it so easily."
Price seemed perplexed. “I don’t
know what you mean I" he said. “But
It doesn’t matter. What I want is my
map!”
“What nnip?”
“Afy map of tiie island—that one
you stole from me.” Price’s voice
hardened. “Give it up and I’ll land
you .with the other guys. I sent plenty
of grub ashore with them this morn¬
ing—enough to last a month; and
you’re sure to be taken off long before
it’s all gone. Refuse and—well, I’m
apt to turn unpleasant.” Price did not
raise his voice, but he tapped the re¬
volver in his belt.
Captain Bunker recognized the tone
and realized what it meant. Neverthe¬
less he shrugged his shoulders.
“Price,” he said, quietly enough,
“you’re an infernal scoundrel. No
doubt you’re a clever one, and know
your way about on land. But you’re
up against a new game now. The sea
will beat you. No amateur can buck it.
If you go on, you’ll be hanged, as sure
as you’re alive. Return to your duty
“Aly map, please. Quick! We’re
The propeller had ceased to revolve
the sullen plunge from for¬
told that the anchor had been
Captnln Bunker listened;
he shrugged his shoulders. “I
any map of yours,” he said.
haven’t any map of the island at
except that on the ship’s chart. I
n’t seen any except the one that
Airs. Archman took ashore with her—”
“I don’t want that one. I want my
own; you understand, my own.”
Price’s tones were vicious.
“I haven’t got It, and I wouldn’t
give it to you if I had. You wouldn’t
keep faith with me. You couldn’t
keep faith. It would be suicide for
you to keep faith. Your pals know
this, if you don’t. I’ll hold no truck
with you. And, by G—d! I'll see you
hanged for this. There now, go ahead
and shoot me if you like, and be done
with it. But I’ll advise you to loud
your gun first. If that’s my pistol,
and I guess It Is, it’g out of order—or
you wouldn't be here.”
Price grinned. “Oh, no; it’s not out
of order. It was the cartridges that
were wrong. I took yours out yester¬
day and put in some others that didn't
have any powder in them. But I’ve
real ones in the thing now. Don’t
make me prove it.”
The door opened and a man popped
in. “There’s a girl just come aboard,
cap’ll,” he cried excitedly. “She says
siie's the owner’s daughter and wants
to see Captain Bunker.”
Price’s eyes widened. “The devil
she does! How’d she come here?” he
demanded.
“In a rowboat. By herself.”
“Did you see where she left the
land?" Price's tones were anxious.
“Sure! Just where you said we’d
find—”
"Good!” Price slapped h!s knee
jubilantly. “Don’t it heat h—1?” 1 e
questioned. “The Lord sure does help
those that help themselves. She’ll be
Aliss Nellie, of course. Show her In,
Jim! Show her in. She’s a tine girl,
captain.”
Bunker tried to struggle to his fet f.
"You Infernal hound!” he roared. “If
you hurt a hair of that girl’s head—”
“Who’s going to hurt her? Keep
your shirt on, captain. Keep your
shirt on. Didn’t I tell you we were
nice, ladylike pirates? I’m not going
to hurt the lady or let anybody else
hurt her—unless she makes me. But
T don’t think she’ll make me. We ll
see, anyhow. Show her in, Jim!
Show her in. You ought to be glad she
turned up, captain. I’m pretty sure
she saved your life—for the moment.
However—”
He broke off as Nellie Archman
opened the door and stood hesitating
on the threshold.
CONTINUED NEXT WEEK
A Javanese Invention
Japan and China embroider their
colors on their materials. Sumatra
^ ve(f ^ titteHihr and -them in,
In(lla stampSi and the south Sea is¬
lands paint them on, but Java paints
the pattern on in wax, and dyes the
colors In. Batik, the process used in
Java, is a science, an art, an indus¬
try, a religion, a mystery, an inheri¬
tance and a treasure peculiar to this
tropical island. Batik makers draw
their designs in hot wax on white cot¬
ton cloth, and then color the uncov¬
ered portions of the pattern by dip¬
ping the waxed cloth again and again
into vats of vegetable dye. That the
Javanese have been able to make the
plain cotton so rich and magnificent
a fabric entitles Java to a high place
in the world of art. As the batiker
draws, the hot wax flows from the
miniature spout of u very small cop¬
per cup, or tjanting, which is fastened
securely in one end of a short bamboo
handle. This instrument was invent¬
ed by the Javanese.
Navajo Story of Creation
George Rogers, who has recently
returned from the Navajo country
In New Alexico has obtained some in¬
teresting information concerning these
tribes. Most interesting is the Nav¬
ajo tradition of the creation of the
world which is practically identical
with that described In the Bible.
First, there was a great god Yn.
There was nothing hut water and
space. Then Ya put forth his hand
and the land came up out of the wa¬
ter. Again Ya put forth his hand and
the sun, stars and moon appeared.
Then Ya created a man and a woman.
These two were the first Navajos.
The legend goes on, says Mr. Rog¬
ers in the Alentor, paralleling Gene¬
sis even to the rainbow, which ap¬
peared in the sky as a sign between
Ya and his people.
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