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"That's why I brought you into the
jungle to lose you!"
"Why?" observed Brab'son, facing
"I've been finding out things," ex
plained Kelly, facing him.'You didn't
want to go to Panalay you wanted
to come here. And you can speak
Bungawanese. And you., thought I
was a crook. Well, I'm not!" he fin
ished, looking Brabson in the eyes.
"You're not?" responded Brabson
"I'm not! I'm on the level. What
I took from the natives I intended to
give back. They need hospitals and
schools and a fund for a famine year.
They're children and they don't
know a dollar from a stone. So I
thought I'd help them." '
"I see," said Brabson weakly. He
really did for a moment
"And then you came with your
yarn of Panalay," continued Kelly in
a scorching monotone. "You looked
like an honest man they're scarce'
in the Philippines and I trusted you.
But Fve found you out I"
"You're even crookeder than you
thought I was," snapped Kelly.
"You've lied from the beginning.
You're just a grafter. You thought
you'd grab the money and the pearls
and make a getaway with Dunga
Dhu. But you're mistaken. There's
a gunboat steaming over the reef, and
you'll stay to meet it. I'm going with
Dunga Dhu myself. Goodby!"
It took Brabson an age to find the
foot track and three hours more to
get back to the bungalow. He ran
most of the way.
At last he staggered through a yam
patch for a short cut to the village.
He was nearer, so much nearer that
he could see a white man climbing
aboard a lugger in the offing. A gun
boat lay at anchor just beyond the
fringe of cocoanuts, but nobody on
the gunboat seemed awake.
He knew the East. If the lugger
got across the reef, there were twen
ty ways for Kelly o escape. And
Dunga Dhu Knew ftem all! , (
He dashed into the governor's of
fice. The worst had happened. The
governor had unlocked the door and
the desk and- had stolen the valise.
Every dollar and every pearl of Bun
gawan was bobbing in an offshore
breeze under the dirty sail of Dunga
A footfall hit the steps of the ve
randa. "If it isn't Brabson. How's things
on Bungawan?" i
Luckily, Smith was an old friend
and a good talker.
"I met a white who was going
aboard a lugger two hours ago. He
said he was your orderly and that
you had sent him over to Panalay for
a .moving-picture machine. It's a
risky trip just now. But he looked,
like a fool."
"I'm not sure of that," replied
The punkah bqy had entered with
the dato. Samale was carrying a note
and a valise.
Brabson grabbed Samale and
shoved him outside the door.
"It's from my my orderly," he ex
plained unsteadily! "Excuse me if I
read the letter."
And Brabson read the letter:
"Captain of U. S. Gunboat.
"Dear Sir You will find the treas
ury of Bungawan in this valise. A
crook was after it His name is Brab
son. He's the only white on the island,
but he has a black soul. You will find
particulars inside and all accounts
"I would have waited, but I had
tried some experiments in govern
ing the island which may not meet
with your approval.
"Officially yours, f
Brabson placed the note upon the
charcoal burner and watched it burn.
Then he unlocked the valise. He knew
what he would find inside-, and hia
surmise was correct The loot had
not been touched.
Then he strolled outside with a
new interest to the world,