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HE ENTERTAINS CHIEF FEENEY SCBAWS 'tv Br HUGH PENDEXTER (Cofyright, by Joseph B. Bowles.) »ut a little "Tib and I hadmapped scamper over Europ«, ^agering a Broadway supper I coidd take him to some spot on the continent he was nOt familiar, with. If allowed to make the experiment, I reckon I would have lost, as I'd picked out a cozy corner in Bulgaria, which I sub sequently learned he had once sum mered in. But when we reached Bom lay we were met by orders from the main-spring, asking that we under take a little African tour, something with leopards in it. This was old work for Tib and me, and although all .our plans for dodging the guide-book in Europe were smashed, he displayed ,no disappointment as he prepared for the sail across the Sea of Arabia to the hunched-up shoulder of Africa, where we shifted to a south-bound boat "Once arrived, Tib promptly ob tained permission to net anything on four .legs in the Congo State, we pay ing a handsome premium on all vic tims shipped. He also took out li censes in Uganda Protectorate and for the East Africa Protectorate. You'd suppose those stamping-grounds would suffice to All all the menageries under canvas, yet Tib began to lose all in terest in them when we drew near to the Uganda border and he heard of Lake Bango country, which is encom passed by the big Magli marsh. "That region is under no protectorate, and although the inhabitants were said to be replete with disagreeable senti ments towards strangers, the old chap was crazy to visit it. The fact it was forbidden ground to the blond race only conjured up in his mind all sorts of eccentric quadrupedal possi bilities: and when our head man 'shivered in the brazen sunlight and said Feeney Scraws existed solely to kidnap foolish transients, and add ed that fugitives from that realm had related fearsome nursery tales about man-eating white leopards, I knew the dice were juggled for our going to the Bango. "An anxiou3 inquiry on my part drew forth the information that Mr, Scraws was probably the most accomplished assassin in all Africa. He was so cruel he ought to have been a dentist. He was a native chief, the head man chattered, a professor of unpleasant practices. "Thus with a very slim entourage we drew near Mr. Scraws' boma, as the native village is called, and began hunting the fever-laden marsh for white leopards. "Now that I am out of thai busi ness, I'll explain that much of our success in-trapping the untamed peo ple of the tanglewood was due to a powerful ammonia pistol, much like those used to-day by cyclists in hesi tating ugly dogs. Tib had improved the article as ordinarily made until it would shoot 15 charges of the Strongest kind of dope, and our em ployer often utilized it in quieting caged animals in place of the crude hot iron. One slug of that stuff, as prepared by Tib, would send the aver age striped cat or lion off to slumber land for several minutes, and the pa tient on awaking was usually very docile. "Well, we made the east shore of Lake Bango, undisturbed, and as the hunting was as thin as an almshouse stew we picked up some native boats and crossed to the west side. "He studied the approaching shore steadily for a few minutes and then ob* served: 'Too late, my child. I think our host awaits us the trees are alive. To retreat now would mean a swarm of them upon us, for they have a few bark ferries on the beach, I note. Brace up and try to infuse a little self-respect into our simple fol lowers, as I fear they have forgotten their ancestral pride and will do us scant credit.' "There he is, Billy—the man with the face like an inflamed nightmare. Jovial, whole-souled-looking chap, eh?' and he nodded his head carelessly toward him we both knew to be Chief Feeney Scraws. 'Don't make a move, Billy,' warned Tib in a low voice, as with his free hand he reached in his pocket and produced his last cigarette and Ughted it. "The moral effect of this little act swept the chief off his feet for the moment, sir. He lowered his weapon with a grunt of chagrin, or wonder, and released my patron. It was lucky thus, as I was unarmed, all our guns, except our ammonia pistols, be ing in the boat. And I reckon if I had shot Feeney, Tib and I soon would have overtaken him in the spirit land for the mob was un usually demonstrative. 'Keep near me and walk slow,' cau tioned Tib. 'And show of fear means the emergency ward.' Then he mopped his brow and motioned for the chief to lead us to some shade. It was coolly done, and some lone corpuscle of our host's tainted, blood began,to admire the old fellow'§ nerve, as was evinced by the swift gleam of his green eyes. It was fleeting, but we both caught it, and Tib murmured over his resolute shoulder: 'We've got him- puzzled a bit. Wouldn't he make an elegant wild boy! I'd almost pre fer bim in a cage to a white leopard.' "Til chasten his prcud spirit,' grinned Tib. 'Any millinery display of white feathers will mean an imme diate clinic. Tread on his heels a bit* "This command seemed to me to lend itself to funereal environments, but I obeyed, and would have been brained instaater if Tib had not stepped in between and In the traders' lingo called a halt Although the. chief stayed his hatchet arm he jumped enthusiastically up and down several times in an ecstasy of pique and knocked one of his body-guard senseless with the Jlat of ,his ax. The fellow' would have received the edge, only the blade caught in an overhang ing creeper. Tib smiled Ih approba tion, and to further show his ap proval gave the prostrate warrior a hearty kick. "But Mr. Scraws did not possess a reputation for being thoughtfully and exquisitely cruel for nothing, and after a short session of storm signals his merry face was distorted into a smile and he clapped us both on the shoulder amiably and indulged in spasmodic duckings. 'You've done the trick,' I re marked admiringly. But the face Tib turned on me was puckered with ap prehension. 'I fear you are in error, my child,' he protested. 'When Brother Feeney laughs way down in his stomach there's something stirring for the spectators. We had him dubious at first now he has decided just what he's going to do and it tickles him. And, I guess, what agitates his risibles wouldn't take any prize in a Vermont parlor entertainment.' "And hang me, sir, if Feeney's men weren't all of a shake! The squaws, too, who ran up to meet us, no sooner saw their master enjoying his little joke than they began tearing their hair and scuttling for cover. Feeney, choking with mirth, called a warrior to approach. This man rolled his eyes in despair and gave a tree a farewell rap with his head before obeying. His legs wabbled as he dragged himself forward and kneeled. His boss tapped him coyly on the pate with the ax-handle. It seemed to me the chief ruffled tlje address longer than was necessary and was loath to desist. But with a sigh he finally lowered his comforter and the sweat rolled from the crouching figure's limbs. 'Why look at the black imp's eyes!' murmured Tib. "And Feeney's eyes were blood red. 'Not what you'd call amiability,' I suggested, with a shudder. 'Certainly not the innocent jollity of childhood,' groaned Tib. "At this point the chief gave the warrior some command, and as if re prieved from death the subject sprang to his feet and motioned us to follow him. The chief, still decorated with his hideous smile, nodded for us to obey, and as we were led to a hut in the middle of the glade he kept us company and bowed us within with much mock humility. 'Too intensely polite,* snorted Tib, once we were alone and the opening filled up by the backs of two giant guards. Then he added, thoughtfully, 'But my ancestors weren't Green Mountain boys just for notoriety's sake, and he'd have a run for his money if I had a gun.' "'They are busy about something,' I remarked, as the sound of falling timbers and the guttural cries of the men beat against the hide sides of our prison. 'I guess it is something elaborate,' admitted Tib, trying to peer through the opening whereat the guards pushed him back, "And as if I didn't have enough to fret over, Tib began to go light-headed from a taste of the swamp fever, and talk rapidly in a hectic-flush kind of a voice. 'We don't know what it is, but you can .anticipate it is very complete and finished as to detail,' he mumbled, as. the sound of the laborers grew scant in the coming gray of the morning. Then, 'Good-by, My Sweet,' he began to babble in his clear,, seven story tenor as our guards silently rose and left us. 'I say, old chap, don't,' I begged. 'It's almost sacrilegious.' "'You silly jade,' he. quizzed, the red spots on his plump cheeks now glowing as if stamped with a stencil. 'Great Scott!' next he .mattered, while I sat with despairing, head en sconced in my hands. 'I- guess. child,.Tve,.a touch or the fever. Hutu! and I've got 'em. Walk., in, ladies and gentlemen, walk in. One hour in the big animal tent befor* the first act in the triple sawdust arena. This Is Gooseberry, the man-eating lion. See him—' "'Oh, quit,' I cried:' "Can't you see you're going daffy with swamp sug gestions?' For my little seance with the oven heat and shivers of the dis ease had left me peevish. 'Just as you say, my child,' he re plied, humbly. 'Maybe old Tib is cross-eyed mentally, but hang me if he doesn't look like a lion. A figment of the—' "And great' Scott, sir! I turned, and if there wasn't the bulky, befringed head of a big male leo in the narrow aperture of the tent! "'Tib!' I shrieked. 'It's real!' "And at that my patron pealed forth one resonant roar that caused the massive beast to snarl and spring back. 'Where's the keeper?' he cried, again going a bit flighty. 'The Idea of letting him out to scare women and—I forgot. It's real.' Then he put to rout his imagination for a moment and swayed to the opening and scowled as he fixed his attention on the present. 'We stand about as much of a chance as an old-fashioned safe in the hands of a gang of yegg men,' he mumbled. "The timid peep I stole over his shoulder, reinforced by the rising sun, revealed for the first time what those captains of industry had been doing. During the night they had in closed us and our villa in a palisade of young trees and slabs of bark while at the other end of the corral the tawny form of our recent visitor walked nervously back and forth with slow, gliding step. 'We're the newer, better break fast food,' explained Tib, as he tried to wipe the nightmare from his eyes. Then he gazed on me cunningly and demanded: 'Don't play it too strong on the old man, Billy. I feel doped but is that—or is it not—' 'It is,' I gasped. 'For my sake come out of it. It's real.' "'Enough to. scare a scarlatina germ into being sterilized?' he lisped. "D'YE—THINK—I'M—TRYING—TO—THROW—THIS—RACE?" 'And, oh, for the touch of a Maxim gun and the sounij—' 'We've only eur pocketknives,' I reminded, going so limber I had to clutch his hysterical shoulder for sup port. "'Shut up!' he roared. 'We have the ammonia guns. Quick! See if they are,loaded!' Then, more slowly, 'If that bee would keep out of my head I'd teach 'em that the spirit of Spat tacus still loafs about In old New England.' 'Please be sane,' I begged, my head going cool again. 'A lion is all I can stand. My gun's loaded.' And my heart gave a mighty thump as I yanked it forth and found its bulb filled to the limit with Tib's ex-special brand of dope. "As he produced his pistol the fever returned, and he patted the barrel waggishly, and then mumbled, 'I only hope the lion that eats me won't ever fight, or have any quarrels with your lion.' "There's only one,' I remonstrated, slapping his shoulder. 'Very well,' the old chap assented, apologetically, 'if he comes one at a time he can never get through the door.' "It was a mighty tough combina tion, you'll admit, sir—the lion and Tib's erratic delirium. It was more trouble than an unmarried man ought to inherit. 'Only one, remember,' I begged. 'Just as you say, Billy, but I can see two,' he insisted, mildly. 'One's coming towards us t'other ain't. Which shall we shoot at?' "And bless you, sir, there were two lions. I thought at first I'd caught his hallucinations and half expected to see a pink giraffe crawling up my shirt-sleeve. But it was real. The audience, to enliven the scepe, had let loose another tease in the pen. "One at .a time and a huge surprise for each,' cheered Tib, swerving on his pins a bit. "But even this shadowy chance was eliminated, for as he spoke our hut vanished. The rascals had fastened a line to the top and had yanked the meager shelter over the barrier. There we were In the open, with a fringe of black faces mocking us over the fence. .... "Tib, stood with his mouth ajar in astonishment Then he drew me aside reproachfully, and whispered 'Don't try to humor me, Tellmethe truth Didthat really happen, orwas It a delusion?' "'All refl,' I howled, Clutching his arm." rv "'I always like to know,' he ex plained, gravely. Then he cried: 'In the name of the continental congress —Don't shoot too quick!' "For the big, eight-foot male, accom panied by a four-foot tail, was creep ing, towards uson bis belly, while,his pal stood an[ washed the proceed ings* with morbid curiosity, and as calmly as if it were a mail-order busi ness. :'uy" i?-' "We separated about ten feet *nd crouched reatdy1 to-spring aside, and a$ the ammonia, repeaters were held in the palm of the iiand, Feeney, shea ding tears of unrestrained joy, had.no intimation we possessed the masked batteries. 'Be sane,' I again implored, bujt Tib, kneeling with both hands steady ing his gun, east me a whimsical smile and fluttered his head as if amused. And the red spots on his cheeks didn't look good a bit "The king of the wild-wood, proba bly empty of stomach and hungry enough to eat a whole tribe of white men, now began knitting his claws and agitating his tail for a record breaking jumpw He put his head close to the ground when giving his class cry, and this caused it to rumble and reverberate intensely. "'Take him!' cried Tib, and with a numb heart I squirted a charge of the soothing-syrup and noted it ruffle his breast. "And although it did not hit him fair, it pestered him and weakened him, and he struck between us and whirled undecidedly in a circle. Then Tib staggered forward and idiotically made a grab for his highness with his left hand, while with his right he tried to send home a settler. "'Oh, wiji gah!' bellowed the popu lace, never having seen a lion so mis used before. "And their eight-footer, seemingly oblivious of Tib, began humping him self in a narrow circle, with me at the center. If Tib let go and fell I knew the beast would make the cir cuit and be upon him before he could get out of the way. For his every jump possessed all of the hilarious energy of a fast-freight train. 'Oh, wagh!" yelled the spectators, as the dizzy pair sped by the second quarter, with the favorite about to break. "'Hang on and sprint faster,' I.en couraged, dancing wildly in my hys teria. 'D'ye think I'm—trying—to— throw—this race?' retorted Tib, in jerks, over his shoulder, as his heels cuffed only the elevations and his fat form snapped playfully into a horizon tal position. "Then from down the lists came a roar that re-echoed even above the hooting of the mob, and I turned to see the other cat, a female, smaller and maneless, bounding up the aisle. This nerved me to jump onto the race-track and send two shots full into the mouth of Tib's steed, and as the mischief-maker rolled over and sighed sleepily my old patron was flung at my feet. "Number two didn't pause to in dulge in any funny stunts. Disregard ing all frills and fancy crouches, she gave one more bellow, and with her four legs flung wide, and the sun's rays turning her yellowish flanks to old gold, sprang for Tib. The old chap, although panting heavily, calmly planked her twice in mid-air and had a third prescription ready when she landed. And as the sleep germs began to work, the spectators were simply swept off their feet, sir, to see their ill-advised lady man killer trip a morris on her hind legs, spar at the atmosphere and then come down with a crash. "My head was swimming dizzily, but I gave a. cheer of defiance and, standing with one foot on the pros trate monarch, viewed with pardona ble pride the paralyzed assemblage, while Tib copied my pose on No. 1. "'Habet! habet!' cried Tib, grab bing me by the hand and leading me gracefully forward in front of fee ney's opera box as if I were the lead ing, lady,-and we both bowed easily, with a bright sparkle in our fickle-, fever-lighted eyes and Tib bowed even more deeply with all his old time curtain grace, as Feeney, in pure resentment, tried to bite his ax. "Then the galleries began to cheer, realising we were the best pages ever torn from a materia medic*. I reckon sit that moment we completely filled in the foreground, middle distance and background iOf^vall^ thelr Josr dreamrf, fend If it~hadn't tfeta for Mr. ScntWs they'd hSVe made us a present of all Africa. You see, we'd done it so quiet No noise, no rudeness, just an inclination on our part, and their biggest champions were, put to bed. We were little tin gods in their eyes, and their -yelping now took on more of: awe than venom. But Feeney didn't appreciate. our growing popu larity and foamed at the mouth. Then he barged an order. '•We were still scraping a modest hoof in mild deprecation of the en Core when the squaws began bobbing their heads violently and was in quisitive enough to shyly turn and look 'over my shoulder. 'Atttention!' I cried, and Tib ^rheeled. jupt. in time to see pur host's i^rders had resulted in another rude Cage being unl6aded through an open ing in the paling, and' two more beasts entered. "These started toward us on a can ter, and to my horror I observed Tib was frittering away the precious sec onds in gallantly kissing ^is moist digits to a bevy of frenzied valen tines, presumably the wives of the chief. "'For my sake!' I had just time to invoke, when the lion in the lead turned at an acute angle and got very close, before I could pull the trigger. I overshot. But Tib, ignoring his an noyer and after, foolishly chanting some lines- about 'Lions to right of 'em, lions to left of 'em,' pivoted and raked my villain by a neat snap-shot And the next thing I knew I was sail ing high, enough through space to peep over the top of the inclosure. It seems I wis just one jump too slow in dodging, and the brute managed to collect the back of my shirt in passing. "My return to earth jolted the breath from my lungs, and I had to re cline and watch Tib face his fate alone. I knew he must have ducked when enfilading my. footpad, and by the way the survivor was performing I realized his second shot had not been wasted. The snuff-colored dream vaguely brushed his ample paws against his muzzle and gave one the impression of being intoxicated. Yet true to his original design, he gravely sauntered towards Tib and made a clumsy leap. But two quick shots full in the yellow eyes announced his exit, and after I'd gained my feet we both sank down wearily on his muscular flank. "Well, sir, I reckon Central Africa never saw such a perfectly astounded set of natives as in Feeney Scraws and liis little ones. There were four of their king pins quiescent and we lolling lazily back on the biggest. We had laid them to rest as easily as a laughter-loving chauffeur runs down a crippled beggar with a 60 horse power smoke-wagon. Naturally it made the crowd nervous, and the yowls they let out would have fright ened a pumping station into hysterics. 'Will the lions show fight when they revive?' I panted. 'Will Feeney ring in actors until we've used up all the dope?' Tib asked, thoughtfully, in return, me chanically giving our cushion another desuetude drop. 'This anger-killer won't last forever,' he added, moodily. Then the swamp-light stole into his eyes again, and I knew some quaint conceit was addling his brain. 'All down, Feeney,' he cried, cheerily, dancing towards the paling. 'Set 'em up in the other alley.' "I pulled him back and tried to quiet him, while the aborigines yelped as if afraid of the round, laughing man who hushed lions to sleep. The black hands no longer were shaken at us in derision, but instead were pointed in hesitation, and by the ges ticulations and rolling eyes I knew the people were petitioning the chief to hold up his thumb. 'I'd like a nice, cool drink from old Champlain,' rambled Tib, playing carelessly with his lion's whiskers. 'Old Vermont! Recall those lines—I remember, I remember the house where I was born? I can't, but I could if there had been lions in it.' 'He's about to play another card,' I warned, giving the nearest lion another shot. 'We've four lions now,' ruminated Tib, proudly. 'Say, Billy, did you ever try to do a sum in lions? Now, in adding three columns of lions, when you have two to carry—' 'They are opening the barrier again,' I groaned, giving my patron up as a hopeless slave tO' purple pipe dream?. "Tib reeled to his feet and tore open his shirt and peered under a shaky hand down the line. 'More lions,' he said, simply. 'White leopards! Two of 'em!' I corected. "'Hurrah!' he shouted, and I be lieved him thoroughly crazy again. He Lost Interest in Things. 'They looked leopards to me,' ho cried, 'but I thought I must be fuzzy again. So I said lions. But white leopards!' "And he waltzed me around joy fully. 'We must have 'em. Isn't this luck?' 'Awfully good luck,' I despaired for I knew a leopard was as formida ble as a Honor tiger-and harder to dodge. "And the brunettes along the fence evidently were' now determined to stick to, their gods through pne more whirl and, forgetting their rawl fears, began to" shout exultantly. It 'sounded like *a Russian college yell~ and Tib tossed baclr a little' circus talk and draggled me In between the two sleeping pups nearest' the center of the arena.' "The big cats, white with dark polka-dots, about five feet in length and with abnormally long tails, noW saw us, and after a few preliminary snarls began circlingthe palisades, desirouB of pouncing upon us from behind, true to their feline idea of propriety. I wanted to get my back against the stockade, but Tib, with less strabismus in his intellect, restrained me. We'd seen enough of leopards to realize these beauties had been kept in a cage and were used to men, and we believed they, had been starved for just some such purpose as this. Yet it was evident they* weren't He Jumped Enthusiast!sally Up and Down. anxious to come too near our breast works. Then an old lady, probably with a local reputation as a witch doctor, rose behind her boss and flung her skinny arms aloft and be stowed a few imprecations upon us. The cats began to get bold. The crowd believed it was due to the spell cast by the lady. Anyway, as we were like a hot hand-out to a famished orphan on Christmas eve, the evil brace were game to try and net us. "The audience went wild when the twin spotted ones left the barriers and dragged themselves towards us, inch by inch, as if the proceedings were-very secret. It was like betting money on the home nine when the um pire is your friend and lives in your village. And to add to the festivities the lions began to wriggle and act un easy. We realized they were about to awaken. "'A yah, jali!' shrieked the Ro mans. 'Give 'em another nullifier,' I cried in Tib's ear, indicating the quartet of sleepers. 'Except this biggest one,' he tele phoned back. 'I may need him awake.' "And friend Feeney, believing it was the last apt, threw back his head and laughed ih low 'gurgles. His blood-curdling jollity seemed to jerk the head tabb^-into radical' action, and a streak of white marked her spring. 'Missed!' I yelled. "'Rotten!' cried Tib, as he also scored a zero, and the target lighted on our uneasy parapet. "Then the breastworks came to life. "And say, sir, if the dope had quieted old Nero so far as we were concerned, it didn't preclude his hav ing a little argument with puss. Screeching and roaring they rolled over and over, while the other cat looked on in amazement. "'Nail her!' directed Tib. "And ping! I did, at a distance of 20 feet. She whacked her paws against her nose in vain, for the aroma would not down, and while thus engaged Tib ran in and gave her her conge. Then we turned to watch the duel, just in time to see the cart-wheel of beasts strike the barriers fairly oppo site the chief's lookout. "There was a crash, and the whirl ing, furry forms bounded out into the audience. "As the orchestra circle emptied in flight Feeney, indigo with rage, raised his ax to hurl at me, who was nearest But Tib did a little rainbow stunt with his gun, and as the gentle shower fell gn Feeney's nose he lost interest in things, ditto his balance, and top pled over and down onto the fighting animals. The leopard promptly re sented his intrusion with a tap of her paw, and the lion also found time to bestow a hearty cuff. "As the two rolled away in the for est we enjoyed a good scrutiny of the now quiet ruler. It didn't need a medico-legal expert to diagnose he had cast his last vote. 'Somehow, I like him best this way,' murmured Tib, pensively. "By this time the natives had all fled, evidently satisfied we were fairies with evil intentions. "One old hag, even in her fright, could not resist the temptation tc turn in her course and hurl a nervous spear at her prostrate master. 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