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Red Hanlon met Jim at the rail as he came up the pilot ladder.

"We got a guy here says he knows right where the House of Qasavara is," he said.

Ponga Jim turned and looked at the powerful young native. Big, stalwart, and beautifully muscled, he carried a spear and a large knife in a wooden sheath. His head was shaven in front. Jim frowned.

"You're no Papuan," he said. "You're a Toradjas boy."

The big native nodded eagerly. "Me Toradjas. Me go Celebes, Banggai, Balabac, Zamboanga.

Pretty soon me come Salamoa, come here."

"You get around, don't you?" Jim said, speculatively. "You know where the House of Qasavara is?"

"Me sabby. These boy," the Toradjas made a careless gesture that took in all Papua, "they afraid Qasavara. I see his house close by Ambunti. Five white man there, one hifty-hifty. Two white man tie up. One you friend."

"My friend?" Jim said, incredulously. "What makes you think so?"

"Me see you him Amurang one time. You go Qasavara?" "Yeah," Jim said. "What do you call yourself?"

"Man in Makassar, he call me Oolyssus," he said proudly. "Now Lyssy."

"Ulysses?" Jim grinned. "Not far wrong at that, boy. You get around. All right, let's go!"

All day they steamed steadily up the Sepik. Here and there a cloud of herons flew up, or a flock of wild pigeons. Along the muddy banks crocodiles sunned themselves, great, ugly-looking fellows, many times larger than any seen downstream.

"What's the plan, Skipper?" Slug said, walking up from the main deck at eight bells.

Jim shrugged. "No plan. Ambunti is two hundred and sixty miles from the mouth. It will be nearly morning before we get there. I'm going to take Lyssy and go out to that House of Qasavara, and what happens after that will be whatever looks good.

"You're not leaving me, Skipper. There's going to be a mess back in those woods, and you know it. You can just figure Brophy in on that, or I quit!"

"Okay, Slug," Jim said. "I can use you. I think this Toradjas is on the level. Good men, those fellows, good seamen, fierce fighters, and they don't have a bit of use for other natives. Think they are superior. I've seen a lot of them, and they are all loyal, and they'd tackle their weight in mountain lions."

It was pitch dark when they dropped the anchor in the shelter of a river bend near Ambunti. The current was slack there, and the water sounded three fathoms. Silently, a boat was lowered, settling into the water with only a slight splash. Then the three men rowed ashore and slipped into the brush.

Ponga Jim stumbled along the path in the dark, following Lyssy and with Brophy bringing up the rear. They had made something more than two miles when suddenly Lyssy stopped dead still. In the same instant, a light flashed in Jim's eyes, and before he could move, a terrific blow crashed down over his head.

He felt himself sinking as a wave of blinding pain swept over him, and he desperately tried to regain his feet. Then there was another blow, and he slid to his face in the muddy trail.

It was a long time later when he came to. His lids fluttered open, but he lay still, without trying to move, but trying desperately to understand where he was. He realized suddenly that he was lying face down on a stone floor. He twisted, and an agonizing pain struck him like a blow. He turned over slowly.

"Ah!" said a voice sarcastically. "The sleeping beauty awakens!" He struggled to sit up, but was bound hand and foot. Still, after a struggle, he managed it. Slowly, he glanced around.

"Well, well! What a pretty bunch this is!" he muttered. Major William Arnold sat opposite him, his face dirty and unshaven. Beside him was Colonel Sutherland, a plump man with a round British face and calm blue eyes. Further away along the wall was Carol herself, her clothes torn, her face without makeup, but looking surprisingly attractive.

"William," Ponga Jim said slowly. "I never thought I'd see the time when I'd see you wrapped up like that."

There was a groan, and he turned slightly to see Slug Brophy coming out of it.

"You too, eh? What happened to our Toradjas?"

"He got away," Slug grunted. "That guy has skin like an eel. They grabbed him, and then he was gone-just like that." "Now what?" Carol said brightly. "All you brave and bold he-men should be able to get out of a little mess like this."

"I don't think you can depend on them, Miss Sutherland," a cool voice said in very precise English.

Jim turned his head stiffly and saw two men standing in the door. One was a thick, broad-shouldered man with a powerful neck and the arms of an ape. The other man was tall, obviously a man of some culture.

"Permit me, Captain Mayo," he said with exaggerated politeness. "My coworker, Wilhelm Blucher. I am Count Franz Kull."

As he spoke, two more men appeared in the door.

"Ah, yes! And this is Fritz Heittn, with whose brother you have already come in contact, and this," he indicated the tall, very dark man with massive, stooped shoulders, "is Torq Vokeo. You will know him well, very well, no doubt!"

"He must be the one Lyssy said was hifty-hifty," Jim said sarcastically. "I'd lay you five to one that if he's got an ounce of white blood it's yellow!"

The man's nostrils flared, and over his face swept a sort of fiendish rage that transformed him suddenly into a monster capable of any inhuman cruelty. Kull caught Vokeo's arm.

"Not now," he said gently, smiling faintly. "Wait. We will give you plenty of time for Captain Mayo later.

"You know, Captain," he warned, "Vokeo is our expert in the matter of helping people to remember-you understand? He is, I might add, very efficient."

He turned abruptly. "No more of this horseplay. Major Arnold, you will give me copies of the codes I asked for at once. You will also tell me where your other men are located and what their tasks are. I want that information by noon tomorrow. If I do not have it then, Miss Sutherland will be tortured until you give it to us. I should dislike to leave her to the tender mercies of Torq, but that is a matter for you and her father to decide."

He looked down at Ponga Jim coldly. "As for you, Captain Mayo, there can be only one answer-death. We can't have you in our way further. Within twenty-four hours our bands of native warriors will strike Salamoa, Lae, Madang, Hollandia, and elsewhere.

Two of our planes will bomb Port Moresby, and within a matter of hours, New Guinea will be in our complete possession. Nevertheless, I shall deem it a great privilege to have the honor of wiping you off the slate. You've given us no end of trouble."

"Yeah?" Jim grinned insultingly. "And that isn't the half of it, Herr Kull. I'm going to give you a lot more. Do you think I came up here without reporting what I knew?

You haven't a chance!"

Kull laughed. "We'll see about that! As for reporting what you knew, we had you under espionage until you were on the river. There has been no chance since then."

Turning, he motioned to the others. "We'll give them a little time to think matters over. Then you may have them, Torq." When the heavy door closed and locked, Ponga Jim shrugged. "Nice people!" he said expressively. "But if he thinks I'm going to lie here and wait, he's got another guess coming." Just then the door opened softly, and Torq Vokeo stepped in. He held an iron spit, its end red-hot and glowing.

He smiled at Jim, baring his teeth wolfishly.

"You think is funny, eh? I show you!" Quickly, Vokeo stepped across the room. "Get set, Slug!" Jim said suddenly.

Throwing himself on his back, he kicked out viciously with his bound legs. Vokeo, caught with a terrific kick on the upper legs, stumbled and fell headlong. Instantly, Slug Brophy rolled over on top of the man.

Arnold, his eyes suddenly gleaming with hope, rolled over quickly three times, and rolled across Torq's legs. Then Sutherland rolled on his head. Cursing viciously, his oaths muffled by Sutherland's weight, Torq struggled to get free, but the three heavy bodies were too much for him.

Even as the man fell, Jim rolled over and pushed his tied wrists against the red hot spit. The smell of burning hemp filled the room. Time and again his wrists wavered, and burned him, but he persisted. Then, suddenly, he gave a terrific jerk, swelling his muscles with all his great strength. Slowly then, the rope stretched; another jerk, and it came apart!

With a leap, he was on his feet, and in a matter of seconds, he had untied Arnold.

Then, as Arnold bent over Brophy's wrists, Jim grabbed Torq by the throat to stifle his shouts, and calmly slugged him on the chin. Then, while Arnold and Brophy freed Sutherland and his daughter, Ponga Jim bound the unconscious man and gagged him.

"Only one gun," Jim said, getting up. "You take it, Colonel. I'll have me another in a minute."

He walked directly to the door and without a second's hesitation, pulled it open.

The native guard turned, and Ponga Jim's fist met him halfway. Coolly, Jim dragged him inside, smacked him again, and then passed his rifle to Arnold and his knife to Slug.

"What about you?" Carol asked, wide-eyed.

Major Arnold smiled wryly. "You ask that after seeing him use his hands? When Jim Mayo goes into action he doesn't want anything in the way."

Ponga Jim grinned. "Folks, it might be a good idea to wait here until they come back again, but I'm no hand to wait. Personally, I say we move right now. We make a break for the open, and once there, if attacked, it is every man-and womanfor himself.

Make for the river at the big bend below. Ambunti. That's where the ship is."

He jerked open the door, and they started walking, fast. They had reached the end of a long, low stone hall before they were seen. A native guard half turned. Then he opened his mouth to scream. Jim sprang, but too late. A ringing yell awoke a million echoes in the hall. Then Jim slugged him.

But the native was big, and he was tough. With a yell of savage fury, he lurched to his feet and dove for Jim's legs. Jim tried to sidestep and then fell headlong.

"Run, damn you!" he yelled at the others.

Then he jerked to a sitting position and hooked a short left to the native's eye.

It jarred the man loose, and Jim lurched to his feet and kicked him viciously in the stomach. With a howl of pain, the man rolled over on the floor.

In the yard outside there was a rattle of gunfire. And suddenly Fritz Heittn stepped into sight with a submachine gun. His eyes narrowed with eagerness as he saw the group clustered just beyond the door, and he lifted the gun. Then he saw Ponga Jim.

Concealed by a bend in the stair, Jim was slipping quickly and silently up the stairs.

A dozen steps away when Heittn saw him, Jim leaped to his feet and lunged, even as Heittn brought the machine gun down and pulled on both triggers!

But suddenly, even as Jim staggered erect, the gun slipped by him and went plunging down the stair. At the top of it, Fritz Heittn stood dead still, his eyes wide and staring. Then slowly, he leaned forward and fell face down on the steps. Sticking from between his shoulder blades was the haft of a big knife!

Startled, Jim stared along the stone platform where Heittn had stood. Coming toward him, at a rapid trot, was Lyssy. Grinning, he stooped over and retrieved his knife.

With a quick slap on the Toradjas's shoulder, Ponga Jim ran down the steep steps and grabbed up the fallen machine gun. Then he stepped to the door. Across the narrow landing field he could see Arnold and Brophy disappearing into the woods after the others. Following them were Blucher and a dozen renegades.

Ponga Jim took in the situation at a glance. The two planes, one a heavy bomber, the other a small amphibian, were not a hundred yards away. Without a second's hesitation, Jim made his decision. He started down the landing field, which was actually a wide stone terrace belonging to the temple of Qasavara, toward the planes. A bullet whizzed by his ear from behind and smacked viciously against the stones ahead of him. Wheeling around, Jim caught sight of two figures silhouetted against the sky on the temple roof. He swept the machine gun to his shoulder, fired a burst, and saw one of the men fall headfirst over the parapet and take a long plunge to the stone terrace below. The other man vanished.

Jim wheeled, and as he turned a gun crashed, almost in his ear it seemed, and a bullet smashed into the machine gun and glanced off, ripping a gash in his sleeve and tearing a ragged cut along his arm. Franz Kull was standing not ten feet away, a Luger aimed at Ponga Jim's stomach. The gun was pointed and the finger tightening on the trigger, and there wasn't a chance in the world of him missing at that distance.

Jim staggered, and slowly his knees buckled. He tumbled over on his face. Kull hesitated, lowering the Luger to cover Ponga Jim's still form.

"Got him," Kull whispered. "They got him after all!"

He glanced quickly around. Blucher was furiously directing his band of renegades in the pursuit of the escaped prisoners. Kull smiled and slipped the gun into his waistband. He stood for a minute, staring down at Ponga Jim Mayo's body, at the slow pool of blood gathering under his left side.

"Almost," he said, "I am sorry."

He stooped and caught Jim by the arm, turning him over. He saw Jim's eyes flicker open and saw the right fist start, and in one panic-stricken moment, realized he had been tricked. Then that fist slammed against the angle of his jaw, and he staggered, grabbing for his gun.

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