Capture of Yen Sing

Southland Times, Issue 22734, 9 November 1935, Page 19

Capture of Yen Sing

CHAPTER X. THE DEATH OF YEN SING. Yen Sing laughed aloud triumphantly as he gained the river’s banks. Untying the boat, he pushed off and set off down stream. Coming up Bob cast a bitter look at Yen Sing and shook his fist; but what was that he saw a few yards away? It was a boat. Hastily he ran down to it and to his joy he found that it was a motorboat.

Dragging it out, he attempted to start the engine but not a sound would it utter. Hurriedly he took some of it apart and looked to see if there was anything clogging the engine. After a careful search he found the breakdown and soon had it fixed up. Seating himself, he turned on the switch and engine broke into a pleasant purr. He might have a chance of getting Yen Sing, he thought, as the boat increased its speed.

The motor-boat dashed on down the river, shooting spray past on both sides and sending the small fishing boats scurrying out of its way. Anxiously, he peered on ahead, but as yet there was no sight of Yen Sing, only a smooth, broad stretch of water.

Throwing the throttle over to its fullest extent, Bob sent the boat roaring on. At length, to his delight, he spotted Yen Sing ahead. Rapidly he came up on him and came closer and closer.

When he was almost upon him, Bob remembered. Ahead there was a terrible danger—the falls. Already he could hear their distant roar. Easing off the throttle he tried to aid Yen Sing, but in vain. The pirate chief realized his danger only too well now, but he could do nothing. Nearer and nearer Yen Sing’s boat drew to the falls, the spray of which could be seen high in the water. Gathering speed every second the pirate’s boat was now only about fifty yards distant. Yen Sing stood up and hurled curses at Bob, for he knew he was doomed. Crash! for a second the boat was stayed against a rock and hope grew in Yen Sing’s heart, but only for a moment. The next instant Yen Sing’s boat dashed out of sight over the falls and Bob heard a last despairing yell. Bob shuddered —what a terrible death, but the pirate deserved it for his terrible and callous crimes. Getting out of the boat, Bob walked along to the falls to see if there was any chance of the pirate being saved, but in vain. There was only the mass of frothing whirling water pouring down hundreds of feet—.

It was in Mr Perks’ office. “I thank you sincerely for your valuable work, Bob, in ridding us of

Yen Sing,” said the Secret Service Chief, pumping Bob’s hands till the-y were sore. And so Bob Collins said au revoir to Pekin. (The End). —Cousin Desmond Stone (14), 14 Morton road.