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Chapter 7
The Traitors' Lair
WH E N he opened his eyes again.
Ray found himself in bed in a
room of most peculiar shape. Ii
look him some time to remember
what had happened to him. His head ached
violently. and titan mnl throbbing pain in his
right arm. He Celt for ii with his left hand, and
was astonished when his fingers encountered
bandages and (he hard outline of a splint.
He tried to lift his head, but he couldn't.
Someone liad strapped it down to the pillow.
He felt his forehead, i|uit£ expecting lo find a
leather band across it, but there was nothing
there. No - they'd put a lead weight on the
back of his head - that must be it. He fell for
it. and winced as his hand encountered a
tender swelling. He turned his head, and a
firework display immediately burst in front of
his eyes. He waited for it to finish, but didn't
dare 10 (urn his bead back. Tim thug must
have hit him hard' A wonder he hadn't
cracked his skull!
He closed his eyes. He could still see "fire-
works", but they were dying down, and the
pain was settling down into a numb ache.
As the last rocket disappeared, he opened
his eyes cautiously. Then he saw her.
She was standing watching \
in her hand, She \
was very, very beautiful. As he looked al her.
she put down the magazine on a chair from
which she had evidently jusi risen, and came
over to him. She settled him more com-
fortably, working with the practised deftness
of a trained nurse.
"What's your name?" asked Ray,
""You can call me "Anna'," she replied.
She spoke softly, for which he was grateful:
and he wondered whether there wasn't a trace
of some foreign accent in her speech.
"Where am 1 7" he asked.
"Don't worry now. Drink this," .she com-
manded. Yes, site max foreign. Ray was
parched, and drank obediently. It didn't
occur to him until it was loo late that the
drink might be drugged. It lasted like pure
water, but he had such a horrid taste in his
mouth anyway thai he couldn't be sure.
"I mu.tr know wliere 1 am," he repeated.
Anna shrugged her shoulders.
"You ate being cared for," she said, "and
you must slay here until you are heller. Now
try to sleep a liiUe."
She gave him a brief professional smile, and
went out of the room. He heard Ihe key turn
in the lock afler she closed the door. He
glanced towards the window: it was heavily
barred. He was a prisoner.
He would try to escape when he fell a bit
better. Al ihe moment lit hadn't the energy
At least he could study the details of his
prison for future reference.
Ii was as barely furnished as any cell. The
shape of ii puzzled him, until he realised thai
it was half an ociagon with a bit cut off. He
He could signal In Ted in Morse code
be in one of two rooms in an eight -sided
Was there anyone in Ihe other room? Ted
perhaps?
He tapped on the wall, and was rewarded
by an immediate response.
There was a small metal ashtray on the
table by his bed, and afler an effort he
managed to reach it. As the partition wall
was on bis right, it wasn'i too difliculi lo
bring his good arm across and use (he ash-
tray for lapping and scraping. "Tap" for
"dot", "scrape'' for "dash" - he could signal
to Ted in Morse code.
"Tap-scrape-lap lap scrape-scrape scrape-
sera pe-scrapo lap-scrape-lap tap-lap-lap lap,"
he signalled.
The answer came back al once.
"Scrape tap-tap- tap- tap lap-lap tap- tap-lap
lap-tap lap-tap-tap. Scrape tap serape-tap-
lap." "This is Ted"! The message continued.
"Who are you?"
"Number 49," replied Ray. "Whai hap
pened lo you afler the lad found you in thai
cellar, and where are we now?"
The tap-scrape from the other side of the
wall answered with feverish speed.
''Never mind about that now - we may nol
have much lime. Has the nurse given you any-
thing to drink?"
"Yes. I think ii was waier. Why, is she - ?"
The taps from the other room interrupted
"Don'i know. She does as she's (old.
Lislen. I heard (hem tell her lo give you some-
thing, and afler she had gone one of them
whispered something ^o the olhcr."
There was a pause. Ray wailed, bui when
nothing further came, he tapped:
"What was it?"
Again i here was a pause, and I hen came the
answer, hesilanlly:
"I only heard the words dead in an hour'."
"You think (hey meant me?" signalled Ray
grimly.
"Yes. I am still of value to them. I sup-
Ray made no reply. He was thinking. The
tapping from the other room began again,
swiftly and urgently.
"Where shall I go if I can get away?" ii
'"Back lo the arsily lo reporl."
"What is my best rouie lo the Varsity'.''"
"Route *C\ ihis lime." answered Ray.
" Have you found out anything? If so,
better pass it on lo me in case I gel through,
and you are poisoned."
Ray didn't answer for a moment. He was
trying lo collect his thoughts. His head didn'l
ache quite so badly now. but he was still
dazed, and rather tired from signalling.
Whilst he paused another message came
through.
"You may not have much lime. Hurry. I
am listening."
Ray was looking worried, as well he might.
V frown appeared on his face s
sci (led himself more comfortably, and began
tapping and scraping for all he was worth.
Il was about twenty minutes before his rapid
signals came lo an end.
He waited for some acknowledgement, but
none came. He tapped out an enquiry, bul
gol no reply. There was no way of telling how
much of his message had been received on the
other side of his prison wall.
Had he been able lo see through thai wall
be would have recognised the lower half of
the man who lay upon the bed in Ihe other
room or the octagonal tower: and be would
have recognised not only the sponge-bag
trousers, but also the thin lips and the nose
like the beak ofa bird of prey, which belonged
lo Ihe man who sat by Ihe bed with a note-
book and pencil. The two gangsters who had
captured him in the cellar, and presumably
moved the stolen uranium before bringing
him here, had tried a more subtle method than
(orture for worming oul of him the secrets of
"The Peacemakers".
The man in Ihe leather gaiters, who had
been afraid lesi Ray should recognise his
ng himself off (he bed. and stretched
viih a
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Then.
i expression of resolution, he
"I shall fall asleep if I stay there any
longer!" he remarked. "Well, your little
dodge worked. Did you get ii all down?"
"Every word," replied Sponge-Bag trium-
phantly, his cruel lips twisted in a mirthless
caricature of a smile. "We've found oul more
about the Conspirators in the last half hour
lhan we've ever known before. But we still
don't know where the place is, curse il. If we
could only find thai out — "
"Perhaps my mcih.i.ls will succeed in carry-
ing on where yours left off.'' suggested
Gaiters hopefully. "No harm in letting me
have a go at him, anyway. I'm sure I could
have broken down Hide, if only you — "
"You're a fool!" snapped Sponge-Bag.
"You have your uses, bul thinking isn't one
of (hem. These men are fanatics, and torlure
is useless. We might let you amuse yourself,
you big ape, if il didn'l make any difference
one way or Ihe other, bul if you mess up any
of our plans, you'll be sorry!"
"I was only frying — ■"
"Well, don't!" cul in Sponge-Bag con-
(emp(uously. "Just carry out your orders, and
leave the planning to (hose wilh brains. Fetch
Gaiters went out obediently. Hislear of the
other man was proved by Ihe fact thai he
didn't allow his face lo betray the slightest
sign of resentment until he wason Iheothcrside
of the door. Even then he made no rebellious
geslure, but merely grilled his teeth and
narrowed his piggish tittle eyes slill further.
He ran quietly down Ihe spiral stone stair-
case and entered Ihe room below Ihe one he
had jusi left. The nurse was combing her hair
in from of a mirror, and surveyed him with
cold distaste as she lurned lo face him.
"The boss wants you," he mumbled.
"Right. Now get oul."
She proceeded leisurely with her coilfure,
i hen picked up Iter cap and began to adjust i(.
Gaiters stood and watched her until she came
towards him.
"You still here?" she enquired, pushing
past him indifferently.
"'He's in no nwod lo be kept waiting." ex-
plained Gaiters.
She shrugged her shoulders, and preceded
him up Ihe staircase. Sponge-Bag was tapping
his foot impatienlly as they came inio the
roont. Gaiters made as if to leave, but his boss*
motioned bun to remain. He shut ihe door
and stood by il.
Sponge-Bag studied Anna calculatingly,
wilhoul speaking. The girl met his gaze un-
flinchingly, belraying none of the lfnfflffff*HI
she fell. She could deal with the unwelcome
atlentions of the lout by the door, bul there
was something inhuman about the cold
eyes fixed on her like those ofa newt.
"You are beautiful, Anna." staled Sponge-
Bag. "Don* our guest" (he jerked his head in
the direction of the partition wall) "ramain
unmoved, or do you think you could win his
- er - good-will?"
"I don'l know," replied the girl sullenly.
"He has no reason to Irusi me."
"Nor would we have, if you didn'l know
your father was in our hands," answered
Sponge-Bag smoothly. "You had better pul
on a good act, hadn't you. my little Anna?"
His bated teeth gave the impression more
of animal menace than of a human smile.
"I shall do what you tell me, of course,"
she said, without emotion. "1 have no choice."
"Exactly. Now we have managed lo find
out a good deal about the Conspirators, but
we could not ask too obviously about the
local ion o f thci r headquarters withoularuusing
the young man's suspicions. He seemed to
assume that his 'friend' knew all about the
'Varsity', and about (he route he called "C
for reaching it. You're sure be said' Varsity'?"
This question was shot at Gaiters, who
started to attention. "In his message, as you
read it to me, the *V was missing."
"He musfve missed it by accident,"
grumbled Gaiters, "There isn't no such word
"Well, that's one of the things Anna must
find out," said Sponge- Bag. "To make him
trust you, Anna, you must be kind to him,
and he must see one of us being unkind to
you." Gaiters' eyes Dickered, and he licked
his lips nervously. "If you tclt him part of the
truth about your father, and add a few 'sweet
nothings', that should do the trick. Begin by
'sneaking' him some food."
The girl turned lo the door.
"You think you can manage to wheedle
out of him the location of their H.Q.?" asked
Sponge- Bag siikily.
"I'll do my best." ■
"You'd better!" he snarled. She backed
away from his sudden rage, and Gaiters closed
the door after her.
Kt.N was finishing his second breakfast thai
day, whilst the Vicar was upstairs shaving
and dressing, when the door-bell clanged.
J-orgetting that he wasn't in his own house.
Ken rushed to the door, just beating his host
to it. When he saw the slight, bespectacled
figure on the door-step, he knew a momentary
disappointment, quickly changed to surprise
when the Vicar hailed the new arrival as
".Geoff". This chap wasn't Ken's idea of a
Secret Service man! Why, the burly patson
looked the part better, except for his collar!
"You don't look a bit like my idea of a
Secret Agent!" blurted Ken. Then he wished
he hadn't said it, for it didn't sound exactly
complimentary. He was quickly reassured.
"Splendid!" exclaimed the man called
Geoff. "That's the last thing we want lo
look like. Now, tell me everything you know
about this business."
He made himself comfortable in one of the
shabby chairs. His host offered him a cigar-
ette, but he shook his head and took out a
silver snuff-box. He helped himself delicately
to snuff, and once again Ken wondered at the
dandified air of this hunter ofdesperate spies.
Then, meeting the frosty blue eyes that never
left his face and seemed to bore right into him,
he remembered the "Scarlet Pimpernel", and
was glad he was on the same side as Geoff.
Or was he? He was on Ray's side, no matter
what might happen, and hoped that was the
Ken related everything he knew, with
occasional interpolations from the Vicar and
shrewd questions from GeofT. He hadn't
meant to say anything about Ray, but found
himself pouring out the whole story as if he
were hypnotized. When he had finished, Geoff
cocked an enquiring eyebrow at his host, and
reached for the 'phone.
He made several calls, both trunk and local,
speaking rapidly in the tones of one accus-
tomed to be obeyed without question. When
be had finished, he said, "Now we'll go and
have a look at that cellar."
They soon reached the bombed house from
whose cellar the gangsters had operated, and
Ken watched with awe as Geoff's slender
fingers found the secret of the two pivoted
Hags and revealed the hidcy hole - empty.
For a long time the Secret Service man
studied the hole by the light of the torch the
Vicar held, but remembering what had hap-
pened to Ray, he didn't put his hand in. At
last he drew back, and studied once again the
messages left by Ray and the missing scientist.
"Seems genuine," he muttered. "A box as
heavy as lead was concealed in that hole, and
Ray was probably right in supposing that it
was uranium. And Edward NitTe's message
certainly means 'Gog is one of them'. He may
be wrong, of course."
"I don't think so," put in "Burglar Bill"
quietly, "I know something of Ray's ideas,
liberty to tell you that I shouldn't be a bit
surprised if his friend Hide came here to
interest Gog in their organisation, and found
that the Gog was already involved with a less
respectable one of his own." •
"So you are a sympathizer of the Con-
spirators, are you?" enquired Geoff,
"Is that what you call them? I believe they
call themselves The Peacemakers'. I don't
know much about them, but I do know Ray.
( would trust him absolutely. So you can put
•nielli down the spiral Si
me down as a sympathizer if you like."
The Reverend Bill's jaw was thrust out
and Geoff retreated in mock alarm.
"At least we can work together in catching
Gog." be said. "I probably know more than
you about the Con — about the Peacemakers,
and we've no proof that they arc disloyal at
the moment. It's not illegal to persuade
people, even atomic scientists, to leave the
country voluntarily, but I'd like to know what
they're up to wherever they take them."
The man from M.I. 5 led the way back into
the street, where Ken was surprised to find
Dr. Briggs's grey Jaguar, with Dick at the
wheel, and Jim sitting beside him. Ken ran
across to them.
"How's Pru?" asked Jim anxiously.
"Oh, she's all right," returned Ken, with
brotherly casualness. "How is it you aren't in
a deep, dark dungeon?"
Dick answered for him.
"It's out o* the hands of police, now.
They've nowt more to do wi' it. Secret
Service 'as took over. Yon feller's in charge."
He indicated Geoff with his thumb.
Before Ken could reply, the Vicar and his
friend came up and the Secret Agent was
introduced to Dick and Jim.
"Jolly decent of you to let us be in at the
death!" enthused Jim.
"Whose death, I wonder?" murmured
Geoff — but they were all getting into the car.
and only Dick beard him.
"Are ye satisfied to work wi' a team of
amachoors?" asked the Northerner. "Ah
notice police 'as all 'opped it. 'Ave ye no pats
on the job?"
"I'm satisfied," smiled Geoff, ignoring the
second question. "I should think you'd be a
good man in a scrap, and I know 'Burglar
Bill' is. These lads must confine themselves to
scouting for us. You're under my orders,
"Yessir!" chorussed Jim and Ken, trying
to look alert and dependable.
"Where d'ye wanl to go?" asked Dick,
letting in the clutch.
"You solved it first, Bill - tell him!" said
the man from M.I.5.
"The desirable modern residence - 3 recep.,
6 bed., h. and c, mod. con., and all the usual
offices, standing, 1 assure you, in its own
grounds," said the big man, "of that eminent
scientist and traitor. Professor Gog!"
Dick put his foot down, and the Jaguar
swooped forward.
"Ah bet we'll find bird's flown," he said
gloomily.
(I'u be t'irtiiHUi-d next week)
THE MARY CELESTE
Captain Morehouse of the barque Dei Gratia,
130 miles east of Portugal, sighted the two-
masted 282 ton brig, Mary Celeste in the
afternoon of 5th December, 1872, Her master,
Captain Benjamin Briggs. was his friend. The
Mary Celeste had left New York for Genoa
four days earlier than the Dei Gratia. As Cap-
tain Morehouse warned to wave a greeting
to Briggs, he ordered the helmsman to steer
close to the Mary Celeste. When the two
vessels drew abreast Captain Morehouse
became alarmed. There was no one at the
wheel of the Mary Celeste, no one on her
deck. Captain Morehouse hailed her. There
was no reply. He lowered a boat and rowed
across. The brig's sails were set but the
breeze was tight. The ship was empty. Cap-
tain Briggs, his wife, their small child and the
crew of seven had all disappeared. Captain
Briggs' cabin was tidy. The lid of a har-
monium stood open. In a sewing machine was
a half-made garment. In the fc'sle hung the
crew's clothes. There were no signs of vio-
lence, and there was plenty of food and
water. The last entry in 'he ship's log was
dated eleven days earlier. After that the entire
crew had disappeared. The ship's one small
boat was missing. For ten days the ship had
sailed herself 750 miles on the right coursc.
Captain Briggs was a fine seaman; he had left
a fourteen-year-old son ashore in their New
England home. Captain Morehouse look the
Mary Celeste in charge. An official enquiry
offered no explanation. Captain Briggs and
his companions were never heard of again.
The Mary Celeste was sold and was finally
wrecked in 1885, having provided one of the
greatest mysteries of the sea.
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Robert Nelson. Ducklage Collage, Crieff
Agnes Bcveridge, Glasgow Rd., Hamilton
John Whilelaw, Gladstone St.. Burn bank
F.styn Griffiths, Campbell St., Banff
Alice Burke, Wholerbank, Dundee
David Roberts, Edinburgh Rd., Harlhill
Nan Sneddon, Biidgeress Kd.. BcTness
David M ago wan, Dal ton St.. By Cambushany
James Welsh. Belses Drive, Cardonald
Alislair Foster, Shearer St., Glasgow
Vernon Wiseman, Albert Avenue, Glasgow
James Cosgrovc, Deanhill Rd.. Kilmarnock
Betty Kilputrick. New St., Riccanon
Sidney Smith, Gowan's Terrace, Muirton
Peter Mackay, Station House, Ballinluig
James Stewart, Arnott Drive, Coatbridge
Hector Adams. Alpine Terrace, Ardrossan
Ian Taylor, Gladstone Road, Satlcoals
We had a great many replies to the Fill-ins
competition in Issue No. 2, A team of
art eitperts from the various papers published
by Hulum Press sorted out the entries and
managed to make a short lisl from which we
had to choose the winner. It was not at all
easy to decide but in the end we came to (he
conclusion that the best drawn and most
original entry was sent In by Peter Denham,
46 Downing Road, Dagenhain (aged 1 3>. A
prize of a National Savings Certificate is
being sent to him.
Others who came very near to winning were
Gordon Jones, 31 St. Matthew Street,
Burnley, Lanes, (aged 12); Leslie Howard, 50
Wendell Road, Shepherds Bush. London,
W.12 (aged 13); and P, J. French, 2 Belvedere
Villas. Pen hi 1 1 Road, Lancing, Sussex (aged
12) and we congratulate them on their efforts.
Yours sincerely,
THE EDITOR
COMPET/TION CORNER
There are prizes for all these competitions lhi.\ week. A I0J6 National
Savings Certificate will be sent to the senders of the first correct solu-
tion of each competition (except No. 4, which witi be judged on merit)
opened on May 31st. You can send all your entries in one envelope,
but please put your answer to each competition on a separate piece
of paper and put your name and address and Club number on each.
Address to Competition. EAGLE. 4 New Street Square, London, B.C. 4.
I. WHAT'S WRONG
with this picture? See if
you can find six deli-
berate mistakes in it.
2. AS BUSY AS A BEE and as obstinate as a mule are descriptions which
have been applied to all of us at times. But can you name the animals to which
these other descriptions are applied: (a) As agile as a ■•■-, (b) eager as a — , (c) friendly
as a — , (d) lively as a — , (e) merry as a — , (f) nimble as a — , (g) quiet as a — ,
lh) timid as a
3. TREASURE HUNT The pages of eagle arc full of treasures. For this
week you need not look further than the headlines on various pages. By using certain
words lo be found in the headlines on some of the pages it is possible to make
another headline. For instance: eagle (page II) presents (page 151 mysteries
(page 5) of the (page 10) countryside (page 10).
Now see what you can make with some of the words to be found in the headlines
on pages 8,4, 1 , 7, 5, 6, 14, 3. (The pages are not numbered in the right order). The
prize will go to Ihe sender of the first correct headline opened.
4. IN REVERSE There are certain names, such as Eve, Anona, and Hannah,
etc., which have the peculiarity of reading the same either forwards or backwards.
There are also little sentences which spell and read the same backwards, such as that
gloomy saying ofNapoleon's: "Able was I ere f saw Elba!" I recently asked a young
friend of mine if he could make up some of these sentences, and he derived a lot of
fun in producing ''Eros saw I was sore " and "Ma's not a ton, Sam!"
So I wonder how good you can be at making up similar sentences in reverse (or
Palindromes as the dictionaries describe them). The best sent in wilt be printed in
eagle, and receive the prize.
5. BIRDS IN COMPANY You probably know that a number of part-
ridges gathered together are described as a covey, but do you know the descriptions
for a collection or (a) goldfinches, (b) nightingales, (c) larks, (d) snipe, (e) woodcocks.
(f) plovers, (g) quails, (h) geese, (i) curtews?
Here is the answer to last week's Competition
No. 4 (The Belligerent Goats). The feast-
touched pans are shown shaded. The centre
oval, although in both circles, received no more
cropping than the rest.
CAPTAIN PUGWASH
SAKKILS;
MtVE ONLY A FBH
MWUTtS SLfMt
-THE MK6AUMECT
wwfi Above,
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BOtMO&ieirlfV.
Lash Lonergan's Quest
By MOORE RAYMOND
The slory so far
AFTER sundown, darkness
swiftly. But still the claypan by the
creek was aglow with lires and lights.
'What's goin' on over there?"
asked Squib. pointing to a gathering group on
the bank of the creek. They were forming a
ring. Some brought hurricane lamps, burning
kerosene with a soft, yellow flame. A few had
carbide lamps that produced a hard, bright,
g luring light.
"Why don't you mizzle off and have a
squiz. mc lazy lad?" muttered Rawhide.
"I'm knocked up," yawned the boy, settling
himselr against the bottle tree.
"Cock fight in'." someone said. "There's
goin' to be cockfighlin'."
Squib was on his feel in a (lash. Lash and
Rawhide followed at a more leisurely pace.
The Irishman said quietly to his friend: "I
don't savee why The Hunchback wrote you
thai letter. Everybody knows you're jist about
sumy-broke till you git Coolabah Creek
station out o' the hands o' Dago the dingo."
"Maybe he thinks I can get hold of some
cash somewhere," replied Lash. "Maybe he
thinks 1 can borrow enough from friends to
outbid Messiter for the will, and then pay
them back when I gel Uncle Peter's estate."
Rawhide spluttered indignantly and
squawked: "What does be take you for?
Does he think you've got the dingbats? Stone
the crows and stiffen the lizards!"
"Cool down, cobber. Come and watch the
But instead of being spectators, they
immediately became contestants.
"Come on. Lash," urged the self-appointed
referee and master of ceremonies, lugging al
the rough rider's sleeve. "You and Rawhide
.limium Jack and Joe Cappy."
But before the Cappy brothers could take
up the challenge, another voice cut in:
"We'll take you on!"
I ash and Rawhide turned to see Dago and
Greasy Joe with taunting grins on their faces.
The crowd murmured, knowing Ihe deadly
rivalry, sensing ihc tension between the two
Lash chuckled. "Dago, why don't you and
youroffsider go and crawl into a hollow log?"
The overseer Hushed, and the fat man spat.
"I'm thinkin'," chipped in Rawhide, "it
might be a good idea to take the hide off this
pair. I hear ihcv'rc givin' good prices for
snakeskin."
Evcrybod) laughed everybody buL Dago
The latter snarled and made as if to attack
the Irishman, but Dago smilingly restrained
him and said suavely to Rawhide: "If it's
stoush you want, you hairy hooligan, then it's
sloush you'll get."
Rawhide spat delightedly on his hands.
"Oh. praise be to the powers of Ihe upper air
as me Chinese friends say - for givin' me
sich a bon/er chance o' goin' to bed happy."
"A hospital bed. probably." smiled Dago.
"Anil your friend."
"Hey, listen - no rough stuff!" exclaimed
the man who had organised the cocktightmg.
fie knew that the game frequently resulted in
bumps and bruises, but it looked as if this
contest might be more serious.
"Too right, mc boy. too right." said Raw-
pain Dagt' flopped o
ever you did see."
Chuckling, be turned to the grinning rough-
rider and invited him lo mount.
Lash nimbly climbed the stooping Irish-
man and sat on top of his shoulders, with one
leg down either side of the huge chest. While
Lash tucked each foot into the small of Raw-
hide's back, (he irishman wrapped his huge
arms about his friend's shins.
Meanwhile Dago Messiter mounted Greasy
Joe's shoulders. The fal man, despite his
girth, was surprisingly powerful and nimble.
"First two falls out of' three," said the
referee. "Go!"
As the contestants circled warily in the
light of the lamps, they looked like a pair of
lumbering giants about to engage The
"mount" Ihe man underneath - had lo
keep Ihe balance while his rider tried to grasp
the other rider. Then, with a push or pull, the
man on top tried to upset his rivals and send
them tumbling to the ground.
"Ga-a-ah!" bellowed Greasy Joe. He ran
straight at Rawhide and crashed straight into
him before anyone else involved knew what
was happening. At the same time the fat man
brought up his heavy knee and thrust it into
Rawhide's stomach.
"Ugh!" grunted the injured Irishman. He
staggered and fell, bringing down Lash into
the dust.
"Foul!" yelled Rawhide, scrambling lo his
feet. "Dirty foul!"
The foul had been so well disguised that
only Rawhide was sure it had happened,
"One fall to Dago and company." called
Ihe referee. The cheers were feeble.
As Lash .scrambled on his back. Rawhide
glared at Greasy Joe and muttered.
Once more the giants circled each other.
This lime Rawhide advanced on Greasy
Joe. Above him. Lash reached out and
grabbed at Dago's outstretched arms.
At the same lime, Rawhide lurched against
Greasy Joe and. with unexpected speed.
stretched his neck and sank his teeth into the
fat man's ear.
"Ow!" roared Greasy Joe, stumbling back-
wards and overbalancing. He crashed on his
behind, with Dago on lop of him.
"He's bit me ear orfT" howled Greasy Joe,
reaching for the injury.
"He shoved his ear right in me mouth,"
declared Rawhide to the delighted spectators.
"I opened me gob to take a breath of air. and
he slicks his flappin', floppin' ear into it."
Amid laughter from the crowd, the referee
declared a fall in Favour of lash and Rawhide.
strummed on the strings as he sang one of his
spur-o"- 1 he-moment songs,
"Now Lash and Rawhide liad a go
Al Dago Messiter and Greasy Joe.
Thanks to Rawhide, thanks to Lash,
Joe and Dago came a crash !
Bash, hash, bash!
Smash, smash, smash!
Joe and Dago came a crash!"
Someone touched Lash's arm. tic turned to
sec a big, well-dressed man in city clothes. A
townie, thought the roughridcr. A com-
mercial traveller, or some other kind of
business man from town.
"My name's Arkcll." said the man. holding
out his hand. "William Arkcll, from Curly-
horn. But you can call me Bill."
I .ash grinned and shook hands with the
wealthy owner of Curlyharn cattle station, a
vast and rich holding on the olher side of the
"Can I talk to you pnvately. Lash?"
"O.K... Bill," said the roughridcr, im-
mediately at ease with the newcomer,
"Come over to the hotel."
As they edged through the crowd, Arkell
said: "I knew your Uncle Peter. Not very
well, but welt enough to know he was dink-
iiin And of course I know quite a bit about
the famous Lash Lonergan as well."
Lash received Ihc compliment with a smile.
"My wife and I are on our way lo Sydney
for a holiday," said Arkell when they had
settled down in the deep squatter's chairs.
"Thai's why I'm all dressed up like this. It's
our first holiday for seven years, and we'll he
away for several months. That's why I want
THtv remounted and circled for the tinal
and decisive fall. The two "mounts"
moved closer. The furious Dago swung a
closed list - an uppercut that grazed Lash's
"Hey!" yelled the referee. "No punchin'!"
Dago knew as well as anybody that fist-
lighting was barred in cockfighting. Lash
decided to give him no chance at another
foul.
The roughrider reached for Dago's throat.
and the other man's hands came up in a pro-
tective gesture.
Lash swiftly caught Dago's right band in a
thumb-lock and swayed to the let).
Dago tried to resist. His face went white
with pain as he clutched at his opponent.
"Better give in." murmured Lash grimly.
"No, no," croaked ihe victim.
I_ash applied severe pressure With a grunt
of mingled pain and dismay. Dago Hopped
over on one side. Thrown off his balance.
Greasy Joe staggered and fell into the dust.
While the crowd cheered Lash's victory.
Dago thrust his way through the spectators,
shaking his hurt hand as he went.
Back at the botlk tree Squib gasped, ad-
miringly: "Gee, Lash, you slung 'em down
with a couple o' fingers!""
"A judo thumb-lock I learnt in my travels,"
Rawhide picked up his battered banjo and
o talk i
"Up Ihe ritad!" punlcd the man breathlessly
"No savee," smiled Lash.
"I wanl you lo be overseer of Curlyhorn
while I'm away."
"F.h?" came the startled exclamation.
"I've got a good manager who looks after
all the routine stuff at the homestead. But
I've always acted as overseer of the stockmen
myself. I'd like to go on my holidays knowing
I've left my men and my stock in the hands of
a man like you. I've been worrying about it
ever since i left Curiybooi, and as soon as I
saw you here I knew you were the very
"But ■-"
"I know what you're going lo say," in-
terrupted Arkell. "You've got to get Coola-
bah Creek away from Dago Messiter and his
mob. You've got to hunt down The Hunch-
hack and get the will. I know all about that.
But you can't do h single-handed or even
three-handed, to include your two cobbers."
"We'll try." replied Lash firmly.
"You need Mr- a lot of he'p - more help
than a couple of friends and a couple of
mounted police can give. So I'll make a bar-
gain with you. If you be my overseer Tor three
months, when I get back I'll use all my power
to see you gel your rights. I'll use my money
my men everything to get lash Lonergan
back to Coolabah Creek."
Lash was silent for a while.
"I'm sorry. Bill," he said al last. "It's no
go."
'"But, Lash
"I can'l wait three months. I can't even
wait a month, or even a week, I've got
enemies, and I've got to go after 'em full till."
Arkell sighed his disappointment.
Lash went on : "'You've made me a bonzer
offer. Bill, I only wish I could shake your
dook and say yes. But well, what's the use
of arguing. I've made up my mind about this,
and no amount of talk will make me change."
"Oh, well," laughed Arkell, "if you're still
up the same gum tree when I gel back, I'll
help you all I can."
"If I need you," grinned Lash, "you'll hear
my coo-ee from here to Curlyhorn!"
The sound of music drifted down from the
hall where people were gathering to sing and
Lash said goodnight to Arkell and strolled
up the road to Ihe hall. Already the dance was
in progress, and he found the little wooden
building packed with people.
Spotting Squib. Lash beckoned him over.
They both went up to the platform where
Rawhide was siding.
"Listen, cobbers," he said to his mates,
"tonight we'll doss on the bank of the creek.
I'll go mil now and see the horses are settling
down for the nighl.
He was interrupted by an uproar outside
the hall. To I he sound of confused shouting,
followed by several rifle shots, the crowd in
the hall made for the door.
"The Hunchback!" came the cry, "The
Hunchback!"
"J saw his ugly mug!"
Lash caught the lasl speaker by the shoul-
der. '"Which way did be go?"
"Up the road!" panted the man breath-
lessly, pointing into the darkness. "He just
camcridin' nasi with a grin on his face. Some-
body look a couple o* potshots at him, but I
reckon he's gone."
"Was anybody else with him?"
"Not a one."
Lash started to run, but a restraining hand
caught his arm and held him back.
"Don't waste your lime and strength," said
Sergeant Cleaver, the Oonawidgee mounted
policeman. Behind him stood Sergeant Sneed.
A hne couple of coppers you are!" snapped
Lash. A moment later he regretted the
unjustified sarcasm.
He shrugged and smiled. "I'm sorry,
mates. Of course you're right. Thai bush-
ranger is somewhere out ihcre- in the dark."
"We were down at the bank wailing for
him." said Sergeant Cleaver, "in case lie kepi
his promise lo turn up."
"Not a sign of him," said Sergeant Sneed.
"And then we heard shouts and we saw him
galloping up the road."
"Did you do the shooting?" asked Lash.
"Yes, but we couldn't hil him."
"Whai!" exclaimed the roughrider. "Do
you mean to tell me a couple of crack shots
like you couldn't hil The Hunchback?"
Sergeant Cleaver made a gesture of despair.
"We couldn't fire at Ihe man because there
were so many people about." he explained
impatiently. "We fired over his head. We
thought it might stop him, but it didn't."
"So he didn't rob the bank?" said Lash.
"Then why did become?"
As if in reply lo his question, the answer
came from the owner of Curlyhorn cattle
station as he jostled his way through the
crowd lo Ihe two policemen.
"My wife's jewels!" stormed Arkell.
"They've gone! The Hunchback's got them!
All the bonder jewelry 1 bought her! A couple
of thousands pounds' worth! Look at this!"
He held out a piece of paper.
Somebody held up a hurricane lamp. Lash
leaned over and read the note.
"Belter late than never," said the crude
lettering . "Yours truly. The Hunchback."
Lash took Sergeant Sneed on one side.
"About those nines the bushranger sent to
me and Dago," said Lash to the policeman.
"What say you go and ask Dago what's he's
going to do about his invitation?"
"You don't think he'll tell me, do you?"
"Maybe not," agreed Lash. "But Tve got
an idea for a trap for The Hunchback. You
remember his note - he wants a bid for the
will to be put in a tin and dumped in the road
through Opallown by Sunday sundown."
"That's righL"
"I'll write a bid and put it in a tin, and I'M
put it just where The Hunchback expects to
rind it. Then you and I, together with a few
selected coves, will wait in ambush. But
before I do (hat I'd like to gel some idea of
what Dago Messiler is doing."
"All right," sighed the policeman. He went
to look for Messtter.
They were discussing future plans when the
sergeant returned.
"Dago's gone," he said. "Greasy Joe says
he's gone hunting The Hunchback."
A smile spread over Lash's bronzed face -
a knowing smile thai made the others stare.
"Sergeant." he chuckled, "I've changed my
mind again about Dago and The Hunchback.
See you in the morning - all of you."
"But — " began Sneed.
But Lash had disappeared inio the dark-
ness. Fifteen minutes later he rode Monarch
at a steady canter along Ihe road to Coolabah
Creek.
To be continued
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