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iW6, TIE (MDQF BESTW I I
His loiiujiitic Lovq Quest By Land and Qd I
Written from the Motion Pictures By Helen Harrington I
Copyrighted. 1914 by Warner's Features 7v
SYNOPSIS OP PREVIOUS CHAPTERS,
tl t Z!?S Parents sailing amongst the Sunda Islands
Si. u V, ArchlPelago, are lost in a shipwreck,
ine child drifts to an island, is rescued by monkeys,
and amongst them grows to manhood. Venturing
again to sea, he is picked up by a sailing vessel which
is afterwards captured by pirates. Through Zingo's
ingenuity they escape, but their captain has been
killed and Zingo is proclaimed captain. At Timor
he falls in love with and rescues from the harem,
San, the favorite. In diving suits they are at the
bottom of the sea when Sari is swallowed by a whale.
She is emitted, and held at the Melbourne Aquarium,
whose director falls in love with her. Zingo recruits
an army of monkeys, rescues her, and with the crew
goes to Bangkok to search for the sacred white ele
phant of the king of Siam. which has been stolen.
Through treachery, he and his party are imprisoned
in the palace, escape, learn that the elephant is in
the possession of the mandarin of San Kiu, fight a
battle, Sari, whose beauty has attracted the mandarin,
is held captive, and in an attempt to rescue her, they
are again imprisoned and sentenced to death. With
Sari's aid they again escape, secure the white ele
phant, and return it to the king of Siam. Later
Zingo and Sari take a trip up the Nile, rescue two
young African queens from the horror of the human
lacrifice, Zingo encounters lions, and Sari and the
queens are carried off by gorillas. Zingo rescues the
women, they visit Thebes, Zingo is drugged by three
artists, and the women fall into their power. Zingo
is placed in a sarcophagus, which is purchased by the
British Museum, returns in an airship, rescues the
women, goes to America, outwits Filias Fogg in a
fraudulent mining proposition, and encounters an
t Indian whom he allows to escape.
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CHAPTER XI
The Spirit of Pocahontas
Light he thought her as a feather,
As-the plume upon his head-gear ;
' Cleared the tangled pathway for herT
Bent aside the swaying branches,
Made at night a lodge of branches,
And a bed with boughs of hemlock.
Song of Hiawatha.
I. hours Chief Face-to-the-Wind had stood gaz
JP ing in the direction from which he expected
Spotted Horse to come. He was a majestic
figure as he stood before his wigwam, tall, gaunt and
imperturbable. A large quiver of feathers crowned his
head and floated down his back. His brow was dark,
and during his long vigil he had spoken no word. For
centuries his forefathers had ranged througli these
mountains, and never till now had their hunting grounds
been threatened by the encroachment of the white man.
Near by him stood Filias Fogg, his weak, evil looking
lace showing in striking contrast to the powerful and
haughty countenance of the Indian chief. He too was
watching anxiously for the return of Spotted Horse,
and was momentarily hoping to see him come galloping
jn with Zingo's scalp dangling from his belt The
motive, however, behind his desire for Zingo's death
Was base self-aggrandizement, while that which prompt
ed the chief to pursue him was the instinct to protect
his tribe and his hunting grounds.
"Perhaps he has missed the trail," ventured Filias
Fogg, when the waiting seemed long,
i "The young men of my tribe do not miss the trail
feo easily," answered the chief, proudly.
I As he spoke there was the sound of galloping hoofs,
and Spotted Horse came dashing into the camp. Alight
ing quickly, he came instantly into the presence of the
chief. Face-to-the-Wind turned to him with a question
ing look, but the young brave crouched back, and
1 dared not meet his eyes. He was a moon-faced brave,
gnd one could tell from his expression that he would
be apt to let hi? quarry get away from him.
I "Where is the scalp of the great Zingo?" asked
pace-to-the-Wind.
I "He still wears it,'' answered Spotted Horse, crouch
ing lower.
I Face-to-the-Wind raised over the heart ot tne tremo
ling brave a fearsome club. It was planned after the
model of the Indian clubs which the oung men of
the Y. M. C. A. use in practicing for chest develop
ment, nor was it entirely unlike those effected by the
early cave men. In another instant it would have gone
crashing through the skull of Spotted Horse, had not
the hand of the chief been stayed by the timely inter
vention of Filias Fogg. Filias Fogg, however, was
actuated by no nobler impulse than to keep the brave
alive long enough to obtain some further information
as to Zingo's whereabouts.
Spotted Horse, still unable to meet the eye of his
chief, then rented the story of his encounter with
Zingo, and with gesticulations, gave them a vivid de
scription of how he had been peeled off his horse and
tent ingloriously sprawling on the ground.
I "At the beaver camp in the river, on the other side
i of that mountain range.'' cried Spotted Horse, waxing
1 bolder, as he saw the anger of the chief toward Zingo
mounting higher, "his woman is alone Let us take the
trail and before nightfall she will be in our power, and
even as the Dukite snake will follow his mate into the
trap of death, so will the great Zingo try to protect his
squaw."
I This was exactly what Filias Fogg had hoped for.
The chief thought for an instant and then gave the
command. No hook and ladder brigade of a fire de
partment could have made a more instantaneous start
than did that tribe. Like lightning they mounted their
horses and were off on the war path, the green summer
woodland echoing with their horrible shouts as they
galloped on.
After the first generous impulse which prompted him
to set Spotted Horse at liberty, Zingo began to think
out the possible dangers to which this unconsidered
action might expose him. There could be no doubt
that the Indian was glad to go, but it occurred to
Zingo that he might return with brethern, in which
ease a second victory might not be so easy. He did
not feel greatly disturbed, however, and was continuing
I
his work, when suddenly his face became deadly white,
and without waiting to collect his working material he
sprang into the saddle, set his horse's head toward the
beaver camp, and spurred him on at full speed
The thought that had come to him was that Sari
was at the camp alone, and might be in danger! He
reproached himself for having left her in the first
place, but, more than all, he reproached himself for
having set at liberty so dangerous a foe as an Indian
After some hours of hard riding on the main road he
was about to turn to the little woodland path that led
to the river near which the camp was situated, when he
thought he heard a sound like thunder in the distance.
He reined up his horse and listened. The breeze was
coming in his direction, and again he heard the distant
rumbling. Looking up, he observed that the sky was
bic and cloudless and the air was liRht. Pausing yet
a moment longer, he became distinctly -aware of a
sound, the like of which he had never heard in all his
travels on sea or land.
It was the sound of hundreds of galloping hoofs!
It was the sound of an Indian tribe on the war path!
Spurring his horse forward, he soon reached the edge
of the river, and was over the bank at a bound, but.
even so, the foremost of the tribe were now almost at
his heels. Zingo turned his head to look, and, if pos-
into the house and came out dragging Sari between
them, intending to bring her to their chief and receive
their due amount of glory. Filias Fogg, however, on
seeing that the hardest part of the work had been
done, dashed forward and snatched both Sari and their
glory from them with one fell swoop. He would not
be outdone in chivalry, and it was his wish to carry
Sari in his own arms to the chief.
After the tribe arrived at the camp, it was a piteous
sight to see the undaunted Zingo strapped to a stake.
A few steps away knelt Sari, with her arms strapped
behind her back, while I ilias Fogg strutted up and
down to taunt them. Face-tO-the-Wind stood by, stol
idly watching the agony of his captives, and inwardly
disapproving the unwarriorlike manner of Filias Iogg.
At a little distance in through the woods could be
seen the braves in their fearful war dance, while the
welkin rang with their terrible, barbaric, soul-haunting
war cries. They kept up, hour after hour, a con
tinual circular tread round and round a center, their
blood growing wilder and more barbaric each moment,
and Zingo and Sari knew well that nothing but their
scalps would satisfy the rising devil within them.
"What are you going to do with us?" asked Zingo
ot Filias Fogg, while the shouts of the braves echoed
in their cars.
face as he felt the thongs drop from him, and spring
ing free he stretched out both his hands to her and
cried impulsively.
"What can I say, how can I thank you for what
you have done for me?"
As his gaze fell full upon her Fawn Eyes retreated.
All the bravery, all the courage of a moment before
had departed, and she stood there, her head drooping,
a faint flush overspreading her face, and her bosom
heaving with tumultuous emotion.
'W hat is your name, and who arc you5" he asked
"My name is Fawn Eyes, I am the daughter of the
Chief." she answered, but did not raise her eyes.
"Why hac you risked your life for me?" he asked.
The blush deepened on her cheeks, and her head
drooped lower. Once or twice she raised her eyes,
but before they met his gaze they dropped again and
her confusion increased.
"I would risk it again for you," she finally answered,
while her voice quivered with an emotion which Zingo
now understood.
"Fawn Eyes" said he. "I understand. Love comes
quickly to a maiden of your race, and you need feel
no shame. Besides, your sacrifice has proved the
nobihtv of your love, but my heart is elsewhere and
it can never change. Here arc the thongs, tic me again
to the stake, return to your wigwam, and no one will
ever know."
She looked at him proudlv for a moment.
"Great love knows no half sacrifices," she answered.
' I did not expect a return. I wanted only to save
you."
FAWN EYES CREPT IN ON HANDS XD KNEES
sible make a calculation as to whether or not he could
reach the camp in safety. He beheld Filias Fogg in
the van, and by his side was the hideous painted figure
of Spotted Horse, the Indian with whom he had had
the encounter, and whom he had so unwisely set at
libertv. By this time his pursuers were lined all along
the stream, and as they plunged in and came galloping
down through the middle of the river the water, dis
turbed by the feet of the horses, was tossed high above
their heads and glittered in the sunlight like a fountain.
"Sari," called Zingo, as he came within hailing dis
tance of the camp. "Sari !"
Sari appeared at the door of the queer looking house
with its rounded roof, built after the fashion of a
beaver's nest.
' The rifles, the rifles, quick." he shouted, as he dis
mounted. "We art attacked by Indians."
Without a moment's delay Sari reached for the rifle
which was standing at ready reach just inside the door.
"Get inside, and fire from within," said Zingo. "I
will climb to the roof for better aim. Nothing but
destiny will save us now."
As he spoke, the Indians came pouring down over
the bank of the river. They were armed with long
spears, clubs and various implements of war. The bow
and arrow had almost become extinct in this tribe and
was used by but few of its members.
The house was soon surrounded by yelling, shrieking
Indians, and w-ith wonderful bravery and coolness San
and Zingo kept up a constant fire. Filias Fogg, who
had but little originality himself, on seeing Zingo climb
to the roof of the house decided to take up a like van
tage point from the roof of one of the other buildings
in the camp. From this point he kept up a steady fire,
but as he was a poor shot Ins bullets fell harmlessly
into the water, or killed some of his friends. After a
hot fusilade on both side? a number of the braves suc
ceeded in climbing up the slippery Bide of the house on
which Zingo was situated, overpowered him, and like
an avalanche sliding down a mountain skIc. they all
slid into the water, Zingo fighting desperately all the
while.
As they led him, fighting and struggling, to the
opposite side of the nver, two of the Indians went
I
"At snnnse tomorrow you are to wear the collar
with which you decorated Spotted Horse yesterday,"
answered Filias Fogg maliciously, "and the end of it
will be suspended from a tree." Then turning to R?in-in-thc-Face,
he asked :
"Have I not spoken truth?"
"You have," assented the chief, darkly.
"As for pretty Bright Eyes here," he continued, as
he walked up and attempted to caress her, "I will
console her."
Sari shook him off with such vehemence that,
bound as she was. Filias Fogg was startled for a
moment. Then, with an ugly oath, he Rrabbcd her in
his arms and carried her away, while Zingo, the un
daunted, the noble Zingo stood helplessly strapped to
his stake. As he watched his beautiful wife struggling
in the arms of the scoundrel his face was drawn with
agony, and a long, low groan escaped from his lips.
"Have faith in your destiny. Zingo, beloved," called
Sari bravely, "remember we have been by hard ways
before."
During all the long hours of the afternoon Zingo
stood there, and during all the long hours the untir
ing braves kept up the circular tread of the war dance,
while their hideous shouts re-echoed afar through the
woods and mountains. With what different anticipa
tion they looked forward to the sunrise!
And during all the long hours of the terrible war
dance, through an aperture in the wigwam of Face-to-the-Wind,
a pair of gentle eyes were gazing upon
Zinpo, and a gentle heart was beating in sympathy with
him
They were the eyes and the heart of Fawn Eyes, the
lovely daughter of Chief Rain-in-thc-Face
I hat night when all the camp was sleeping, save for
the two gaunt sentries who paced with a rocking stride
back and forth in their midst, Fawn Eyes crept softly
out of her wigwam on hands and knees. Waiting for
a moment when the sentries had walked to a distant
stretch of pround at the end of the encampment, she
stole on, carefully making her way until she came to
the wigwam where she knew Zino had been taken.
Like Saul, within the darkness of his tent, Zingo's
brave head was bowed on his breast, while bis hands
were tight! bound to the stake Except for the deep
heaving f his chest which revealed the amy he was
sulYerinc an onlooker might have believed him dead.
As Faun Fycs crept in on hands and knees be
turned and was about to speak when she checked him
bv a quick gesture of her finger to her lips which cau
tioned him to silence. Stopping for a moment to make
sure that she had not been observed and followed,
Pawn Eyes quickly untied the cords which bound
Zingo to the stake. A joyful look came into Zingo's
As she spoke, her quick ear detected a sound outside
of the wigwam. Someone besides the sentries was
stirring.
"Sh-sh-sh," she whispered, "iollow me." Then creep
ing to the opposite side of the wigwam, she lifted one
of its flaps and the two passed out together.
Making her way cautiously out of the encampment,
she led him through a thick growth of underbrush, out
into a thick woods, and through that, to a little clear
ing, without once turning or speaking to him.
"There," she said, at length, as she pointed toward
the side of the hill. "You are free."
Zingo followed the direction of her pointing finger
with his eyes, and there, a few paces away from him,
stood his own black pony bridled and saddled.
"I led him down here at twilight, while the trftje
were eating." she said. "In the saddle bag you will
find food a quail which I prepared myself, and
toasted corn bread in abundance. Good-bye, oh won
derful Zmgo."
"But you will be in danger. Fawn Eyes, I cannot go
and leave you to face the tribe. It may mean death."
With a pathetic little gesture Fawn Eyes threw out
both her hands, and said bravely:
"I do not fear death."
Zingo came nearer, and gently touched her shoulder.
"Go," she said quickly. "If the tribe should dis
cover our absence it would mean death for both of
us I must face my fate. I must cither die or be
wedded to one whom I despise"
"Is it Filias Fogg?" asked Zingo apprehensively.
"'o." she answered. "They have sworn me to be
the bride of Spotted Horse, with the woman's face."
She looked very lovely and pathetic as she stood
there. She was richly dressed in trousers and jacket
trimmed with beaded buckskin and decorated with
the Xavaho stripe. The wind caught her hair and
blew it back from her face, but she was entirely un
conscious of herself, and her only thought was for
Zingo
"I will not leave you." said Zingo, valiantly, "come
with me. I will take you to Sari, whose heart is great,
and we will love you and teach you the traditions of
another race. My horse is strong, he can carry us
both. Come with me. l awn F.yes "
"I will go with you," she said, as simply as a child.
Zingo sprang into the saddle, and turned to help
Fawn Eye tn mount, but it was needless, for like
the creature after which she was named she bounded
on behind, and in another moment they had cleared the
side of the hill onto the mam road and were galloping
away, the dark hair of Fawn Eyes flying in the wind
behind her as they sped
They rode on all dav 'topping now and then to
give the horse a rest. At night, they rested near a
brook in the heart of the forest. Zingo made a beo L H
of boughs for Fawn Eyes, covered her with his own : I
coat, and kept vigil while she slept. Toward morning I'
he rested for a little while, but soon after daylight -
they were off again. At about the hour of twelve K
they came to the little town of Otamate, and went forth W
to seek food and shelter for themselves and their I
weary horse. I I
They found the town in a great state of excitement '"'
For some days outriders had been bringing in the re- I
ports that the forces of the revolutionists were grow- fe
ing stronger, and the town was alive with soldiers of . I
the federal army, waiting to be mustered out It was (
the general opinion that there would soon be an en- I
counter between the two forces. The federal forces, f
however, were in a state of confusion, for their leader
had been shot but a few days before, in a skirmish I
with some mountaineers, and there was no one who i
could be relied upon to handle the men.
After leaving Fawn Eyes at the inn, Zingo went f
out into the town and purchased a costly suit of
clothes such as are worn by the high born Mexican.
This consisted of velvet trousers with stripe down the
side of the leg, jacket and blouse with white collar, I
and a large black hat trimmed with cord and tassel. j
He then presented himself at the temporary head- I
quarters of the federal officers, and told them that
he had some private information which he wished to
impart The officers were at once stru'ek by his com- I
manding presence and powerful personality, and they
listened to him with respectful attention. I
Zingo's keen brain had detected what no one else I
had suspected, and that was that Filias Fogg was the j
real leader of the revolutionists, and it was for this
purpose, and none other that he had been trying to
get a franchise to control the water right and thus
CUt off the federal sources of supply under the pretense
of using it for the operating of mines. It was for
this reason, too. that, he had been making friends with
the Indians, with whom he hoped to augment his
forces.
"And now," said Zingo, after he had made his dis
closure to the federal officers. ' if you will give me a
sword, and the word of command. I will lead the army
on to victory, for not only is my sympathy on your
side but I have a deeper reason, and one which brings
out the chivalry and the bravery in every man's heart
it is love. The woman I love my wife is now within
his stronghold."
The officers thought the matter over for a day, and
on the following day, sent for Zingo to appear before
them. At the appointed time the seven officers of the
federal army were standing in military attitudes behind
a table, against which were stacked up samples of the
implements of war which they intended to use. The
cannon balls were of such a size that it was doubtful
if the revolutionists could ever recruit an army large
enough to accommodate them, while a couple of diving
suits were sprinkled in to indicate that the army which 1
these officers represented were ready to fight by sea fl
or land
With due ceremonv Zingo was presented with a
sword and solemnly given command of the federal
army, and, as they all kissed their swords, Zingo swore
to fight for their country and his love.
A few days after Zingo s escape Sari was sitting at
a table in a rudely built shack with unplastered walls,
where she had been dragged by Fiiias Fogg. Through 1
the single window of the wretched place a broad flood
of sunlight was streaming, as though nature outside
were trying to comfort her. She was dressed in the 1
simple hunting suit and riding boots that she had
worn at the camp, and around her waist was a silken
sash bearing the Mexican colors She had rested Her
chin in her hands and was gazing wearily in front
of her. In her face was a hopeless expression and
her strong young figure had lost its bouyancy.
As she sat there thinking, a heavy step was heard i
outside the door. Her heart beat wildly with a fearful 1
dread. A hand moved the latch of the door, and in
another moment the evil looking face of Filias Fogg
appeared. As he walked toward Sari, with a confident
air of proprietorship, she sprang up quickly and seated
herself in a chair on the opposite side of the room.
Filias Fogg threw his hat on the table with an im
patient gesture and followed her across to where she j
was sitting.
"Well," said he, "arc you still sulking?" 1
She made no answer As he drew nearer to her
and attempted to caress her his breath was heavy with
the odor of bad whiskey, and she shuddered.
"Oh, don't be so stuck up." he said, "you've got to
get used to me, you know, widow Zingo."
"What?" cried Sari, looking up at him.
"I thought that'ud fetch you," he said maliciously.
"You didn't think we invited him here to be our
guest, did you What do you suppose we took all the
pains to get him for' Now, if he was a chicken or
a pig, we'd fatten him up before killing him, but I
left word with the tribe to finish him up quick, and
they didn't have to be urged. Zingo is no more."
With a low moan Sari buried her face in her hands
and wept in bitter agony.
As Filias Fogg attempted again to caress her, she
threw him off with an angry gesture A new power
seemed to have come to her. It was as though she
was possessed now of Zingo's courage and her own.
Coming so close to her that she could feel his hot
breath on her neck, he whispered"
"I'm not so bad looking, am I?"
Sari rose, her eyes blazing with anger, and, while
her very figure shook with rage, she cried
"You get out of my presence, you skulking cow
ard, or single handed and alone I'll thrash you.and I
won't leave a bone unbroken in your body. Go!"
Never in his life had Filias Fogg been so sur
prised. He had never suspected that there was in the
world a woman who had pluck enough to take such a
stand, and what was more, to convince him that for
the present it was safer to let her alone.
"I'll go now," said he, "but we'll meet again."
As he opened the door to go out he was con
fronted by a messenger. It was a greaser dressed in
loose shirt and chaps, and it was evident from the
appearance of his horse that he had been riding hard.
He handed a letter to Filias and mounting his horse
rode away.
Closing the door carefully after the messenger had
Rone Filias came back again into the room, and, being
illiterate, had some difficulty in deciphering the mes-
sage- ...
Sari had risen, and coming near to him, said.
"Perhaps I can help you " . . .
"All right," answered Filias. "you re better edu
cated than I am. There's nothing like hav.ng an ed
ucated wife." , ,
The message was from one of Foggs conlreres
who was in charge of a revolutionary camp at some
distance awav and who was in constant communication ,
with Face-to-the-W.nd and h.s tribe, and these were
the words that Sari read; ; ,
"Zingo has escaped He has joined th. federals
and is preparing to attack you
"Hurrav," cried Sari. "Zinpo is still unconquered.
(To be concluded ,)
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