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Ct ees: RENEE aaa yt . Ae ‘a6 a a vy j Us sie ai! . 4 ae he ~ FE —s fest By RICHARD as Y Author of ‘“‘ The Big Gun,”’ ‘‘ Don Rando’,’’ etc. WHAT HAS OCCURRED IN PARTS I and II SSee death, Tench McTier, formerly a sprinter of national reputation, resolves to live in the sun to save his life. He wanders in Mexico until a tribe of ancient Mayans, who have lingered on for centuries in a remote mountain fastness, capture him. The Mayans nurse Tench back to health, but not before he has fallen in love with their high priestess, Za, whom they believe to be the daughter of their god, the sun. At the Summer Festival races, Tench wins the sprints. Just as Za is about to award him his prize, a mountain lion stampedes the tribe. Only Tench is not afraid of the big cat. Za stays by him, and they ge toward the village and get lest on the way and wander for hours while Tench tries to expound to the High Priestess his idea that she is really a white girl who fell into the hands of the Mayans when she was very young. But Za remains so aloof that Tench feels very discouraged. CHAPTER XII. FREE AGAIN. A went on toward the village. Tench followed her, chastened and silent. They had proceeded but a very short distance when a middle-aged Mayan came toward them running, and prostrated himself on the ground in front of Za, crying out voluble protestations of relief and glad- ness that she had been found. Then he rose and trotted along at her side. Seon another Mayan came running out of the forest, and another. Before Za reached the village, she was surrounded by a dozen or more fluttering brown figures, chattering happily. Tench strode in the rear, moodily. Again he was separated from Za by this wave of primitive folk flowing between them. To his alert mind and active young body they seemed futile and foolish, and yet she was imprisoned among them more firmly than as if she were behind rock and steel. This story nepan in the Argosy-Allstory Weekly for September 17. $63_ LE) 300