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The day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, September 11, 1915, LAST EDITION, Image 20

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the old instinct. awoke in him. He
outdistanced the picket
' He heard the hollow sound of tap
ping as he ran on, and knew that the
natives were sounding hollow trees
to warn those-injiront of him. He ran
'with pumping luirgs and bursting
heart, until he saw Grey, a shadow on
the horizon against the misty dawn.
Two miles and the attack might
begin at any moment now. He quick
ened his speed. A group of armed
warriors burst out from among the
trees. They flung their spears, but
missed him. He was almost invisible
among the reeds of the dried river
bed, and he ran. He heard their steps
die in the distance. And Grey was
still safe.
A mile, and it was growing light
The savages must be around the
town, waiting for the signal to close.
He stopped. A cluster of shadows
against the sky resolved itself into
one wing of the savage army, drawn
up in battle array.
He knew that they would wait sev
eral minutes while the witch-doctor
gave them "medicine" to make them
invulnerable against bullets. He
worked his way round among the
reeds. He had got fifty yards in front
of them before he heard the rustling
of their shields; and he knew that
Grey had still ten minutes of grace.
He was in Grey now. He passed like
a shadow between the outlying
houses, running along the highway
until he reached the administrator's
house, next to the police camp. He
beat a loud tattoo upon the doors.
"Turn out!" he screamed. "Turn
out all men! The natives are attack
ing Grey!"
It needed but a moment before the
alarm took effect The sentries, the
guard came running to the gates.
Dawson shouted to them with all his
failing strength of voice, pointing
down the main road. They under
stood. The soldiers and citizens swarmed
out of their houses at the ringing of
Jhe alarm beU. Hastily-dressedj theyj
had their rifles in readiness. Present
ly Dawson began to hear the rattle of
the distant Maxims, the shouts of the
charging savages, the roar of battle.
Then, long after, he opened his
eyes. A doctor was bending over him.
"No chance," he read in his eyes.
"Where did you get that spear
wound, Dawson?" asked the doctor.
"Before T started." Dawson an
swered weakly.
The spear cast at the snake had
pierced the body almost through.
Dawson had run ten miles V where
many men would have dropped
senseless. 4
Before his glazing eyes these came
another vision a girl who leaned
over him, sobbing, and watching his
"Live for my sake!" she pleaded.
"Grey cannot spare you the best
and bravest man in Grey."
And Dawson's eyes defiantly gav
the lie to the doctor's. -J
She Black spots dance before my
eyes in the sun.
He Is it unpleasant?
She Yes; they never learn, any.
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