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Big Josh Bucknor's, and thereby saved him many a weary mile. "I'd take you all the way, Uncle Peter, but I can't trust my left hind tire up that bumpy lane," Judith explained. "Ain't it the truf, Missy? If Mr. Big Josh would jes stop talkin' 'bout it an' buil' hisse'f a road! He been lowin' he wa' gonter git busy an' backgammon that lane fer twenty-five years an he ain't never tech it yit.

"La haul parhna," to repeat or recite the "La haul," or more fully, "La haul wa la kuwwat illa b-Illahi;" meaning, "there is no power nor strength but in God." An exclamation used by Musalmans in cases of sudden surprise, misfortune, &c. The insignia of state among the grandees of India.

"Land's sake, Missy, I mus' a made a mistake. I been a thinkin' all along that I wa' a ridin' with ol' Dick Buck's gran'baby. You mus' scuse me." "So you are, Uncle Peter, I am Judith Buck, but I have just as good a right to be Judith Bucknor as Mr. Bob Bucknor or Mr. Big Josh Bucknor, or any of them." "Well, bless Bob!

"Is there anyone upstairs?" he demanded. "Nobody hate. Sin Sin Wa alla samee lonesome. Catchee shinum him joss." Kerry dropped the handcuffs back into the pocket of his overall and took out an electric torch.

This Sin Sin Wa, accomplice of a murderess self-confessed, evident head of a drug syndicate which had led to the establishment of a Home office inquiry this badly "wanted" man, whose last hiding-place, whose keep, was closely invested by the agents of the law, was the same Sin Sin Wa who had smilingly extended his wrists, inviting the manacles, when Kerry had first made his acquaintance under circumstances legally very different.

Bending over a box upon which rested a canvas-bound package was a burly seaman engaged in unknotting the twine with which the canvas was kept in place. As Sin Sin Wa and Sir Lucien came in he looked up, revealing a red-bearded, ugly face, very puffy under the eyes. "Wotcher, Sin Sin!" he said gruffly. "Who's your long pal?" "Friend," murmured Sin Sin Wa complacently.

Not long after Ibago wa Agimlang started to go and he lost his way, and he went through the mountain rice clearing of Kabangoweyan, who was the Lakay and he walked through many lawed vines which were wide spreading and when anyone cut off a leaf they smiled.

"Did anything ever take place that suggested to your mind that Sin Sin Wa might be concealing something upstairs, for instance?" "Never a thing, sir. There's never been a complaint about him." "Allee velly proper," crooned Sin Sin Wa. Kerry stared intently for some moments at Bryce; then, turning suddenly to Sin Sin Wa: "I want to see your wife," he said. "Fetch her."

Rigidly, at arms-length, he held her, moment after moment, immovable, implacable; and when he read death in her empurpled face, a miraculous thing happened. The "blind" eye of Sin Sin Wa opened! A husky rattle told of the end, and he dropped the woman's body from his steely grip, disengaging the pigtail with a swift movement of his head.

They called Lamalana the barren woman, the Drinker of Life, but she had at least drunken without ostentation, and if she murdered with her own large hands, or staked men and women from a sheer lust of cruelty, there were none alive to speak against her. Outside the town of Lombobo was a patch of beaten ground where no grass grew, and this place was called "wa boma," the killing ground.