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Information Processing
25th International Conference, ICONIP 2018
Siem Reap, Cambodia, December 13–16, 2018
Proceedings, Part II
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Proceedings, Part II
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Preface
speakers, authors, reviewers, volunteers, and participants for their contribution and
support in making ICONIP 2018 a successful event.
General Chair
Jun Wang City University of Hong Kong,
Hong Kong SAR, China
Advisory Chairs
Akira Hirose University of Tokyo, Tokyo, Japan
Soo-Young Lee Korea Advanced Institute of Science and Technology,
South Korea
Derong Liu Institute of Automation, Chinese Academy of Sciences,
China
Nikhil R. Pal Indian Statistics Institute, India
Program Chairs
Long Cheng Institute of Automation, Chinese Academy of Sciences,
China
Andrew C. S. Leung City University of Hong Kong, Hong Kong SAR,
China
Seiichi Ozawa Kobe University, Japan
Tutorial Chairs
Hiroaki Gomi NTT Communication Science Laboratories, Japan
Takashi Morie Kyushu Institute of Technology, Japan
Kay Chen Tan City University of Hong Kong, Hong Kong SAR,
China
Dongbin Zhao Institute of Automation, Chinese Academy of Sciences,
China
VIII ICONIP 2018 Organization
Publicity Chairs
Zeng-Guang Hou Institute of Automation, Chinese Academy of Sciences,
China
Tingwen Huang Texas A&M University at Qatar, Qatar
Chia-Feng Juang National Chung-Hsing University, Taiwan
Tomohiro Shibata Kyushu Institute of Technology, Japan
Publication Chairs
Xinyi Le Shanghai Jiao Tong University, China
Sitian Qin Harbin Institute of Technology Weihai, China
Zheng Yan University Technology Sydney, Australia
Shaofu Yang Southeast University, China
Registration Chairs
Shenshen Gu Shanghai University, China
Qingshan Liu Southeast University, China
Ka Chun Wong City University of Hong Kong,
Hong Kong SAR, China
Conference Secretariat
Ying Qu Dalian University of Technology, China
Program Committee
Hussein Abbass University of New South Wales at Canberra, Australia
Choon Ki Ahn Korea University, South Korea
Igor Aizenberg Texas A&M University at Texarkana, USA
Shotaro Akaho National Institute of Advanced Industrial Science
and Technology, Japan
Abdulrazak Alhababi UNIMAS, Malaysia
Cecilio Angulo Universitat Politècnica de Catalunya, Spain
Sabri Arik Istanbul University, Turkey
Mubasher Baig National University of Computer and Emerging
Sciences Lahore, India
Sang-Woo Ban Dongguk University, South Korea
Tao Ban National Institute of Information and Communications
Technology, Japan
Boris Bačić Auckland University of Technology, New Zealand
Xu Bin Northwestern Polytechnical University, China
David Bong Universiti Malaysia Sarawak, Malaysia
Salim Bouzerdoum University of Wollongong, Australia
Ivo Bukovsky Czech Technical University, Czech Republic
ICONIP 2018 Organization IX
A Model for Age and Gender Profiling of Social Media Accounts Based
on Post Contents. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 113
Jan Kristoffer Cheng, Avril Fernandez, Rissa Grace Marie Quindoza,
Shayane Tan, and Charibeth Cheng
Neural Networks Models for Analyzing Magic: The Gathering Cards . . . . . . 227
Felipe Zilio, Marcelo Prates, and Luis Lamb
Stability Analysis
Optimization
An Adaptive Ant Colony System for Public Bicycle Scheduling Problem. . . . 417
Di Liang, Zhi-Hui Zhan, and Jun Zhang
Supervised Learning
Abstract. Plenty of data are generated continuously due to the progress in the
field of network technology. Additionally, some data contain substantial noise,
while other data vary their properties in according to various real time scenarios.
Owing to these factors, analyzing big data is difficult. To address these prob-
lems, an adaptive kernel density estimation self-organizing neural network
(AKDESOINN) has been proposed. This approach is based on the kernel
density estimation self-organizing incremental neural network (KDESOINN),
which is an extension of the self-organizing incremental neural network
(SOINN). An SOINN can study the distribution using the input data online,
while KDESOINN can estimate the probability density function based on this
information. The AKDESOINN can adapt itself to the changing data properties
by estimating the probability density function. Further, the experimental results
depict that AKDESOINN succeeds in maintaining the performance of KDE-
SOINN, while depicting an ability to adapt to the changing data.
1 Introduction
These three characteristics that are considered by [18] are known as the 3Vs, and
are taken into consideration while dealing with big data.
In machine learning and data analysis research, it is necessary to estimate the
probability density. However, it is difficult to estimate the probability density of big
data due to the three reasons [22].
First, the density estimator for big data must be nonparametric because of the data
volume. Further, we observe that parametric methods are effective for handling fixed
data, because it is possible to tune the parameters of the method to obtain an optimal
performance. However, the volume of big data is not observed to be constant.
Therefore, the volume of big data cannot be analyzed in advance in order to obtain
optimal parameters for the density estimator. However, we observe that the nonpara-
metric density estimator is not troublesome, since analyzing and constructing a big data
model beforehand is not necessary for a nonparametric density estimator.
Second, the density estimator for big data must use online learning methods due to
the observed data velocity. In big data, massive amounts of data grow quickly until the
total size of data becomes gigantic. Online learning methods can be sequentially
updated using the growing data.
Third, the density estimator for big data must be robust. Data that are collected from
real environments often contain noise, which could cause overfitting and decrease
performance. Thus, robust methods are required to deal with data that contain noise.
Further, we observe that robustness is defined differently across various fields [9,
13]. In this study, we define robustness as ‘a function that provides almost the same
results as learning data without noise when learning with noisy data.’ [22]. Further, we
observe that there are two types of noise. The first type is the noise that is generated by
the environment, but that is not related to the objective distribution. Thus, this type of
noise needs to be eliminated. The second type is observed to be related to variance and
fluctuation. Therefore, this type of noise must be preserved.
The kernel density estimation self-organizing incremental neural network (KDE-
SOINN) method [22] satisfies all the three conditions for dealing with big data and is
further observed to be robust to noise. However, it cannot adapt to a changing envi-
ronment. Due to the variety of big data, the structure of data is likely to vary at any
instance. Therefore, an ability to adapt to the observed variation of data is required. In
this study, we propose a revised KDESOINN method to solve this problem. Further,
our proposed method has been termed adaptive KDESOINN (AKDESOINN) in this
paper.
2 Related Works
(9) calculate similarity thresholds Ts1 ; Ts2 . If i got neighbors, Ti is the distance to the
farthest neighbor, else the distance to the nearest neuron.
(10) if kn Ws1 k [ Ts1 or kn Ws2 k [ Ts2 then
(11) A A [ n: insert n as a new neuron.
(12) else
(13) if ðs1 ; s2 Þ 62 C: there is no edge between the winner and second winner, then
(14) C C [ ðs1 ; s2 Þ: add new edge into the network
(15) end if
(16) ageðs1 ;s2 Þ 0: reset the age of ðs1 ; s2 Þ
(17) ageðs1 ;iÞ ageðs1 ;iÞ þ 1ð8i 2 Nsi Þ: increase age of edges connected with the
winner by 1.
(18) DWsi ¼ ðts1 Þðn Ws1 Þ; DWi ¼ ð100ti Þðn Wi Þð8i 2 Nsi Þ; ðtÞ ¼ 1t
(19) using vartriangleWsi ; DWi to adjust the winner and its neighbors
(20) delete edges whose age is larger than agemax
(21) among these neurons which the edge deleted in last step connected to, delete
neurons having no neighbors.
(22) end if
(23) if input data number becomes n kðn 2 N þ Þ then
(24) Delete neurons having less than one neighbor
(25) end if
(26) end while
Improved Kernel Density Estimation Self-organizing Incremental Neural Network 7
2.3 KDESOINN
KDESOINN is an extended version of the adjusted SOINN [22]. It determines the
structure of the network using each kernel in the node of a local network that is located
near the node. Additionally, it estimates the probability function using the sum of the
kernels. In the adjusted SOINN, only the Euclidean distance is used for calculating the
similarity thresholds. Conversely, KDESOINN calculates the threshold using
Algorithm 3.
Algorithm 3. KDESOINN threshold calculation
(1) Require: A: set of all neurons. n: new sample data. Pi : set of nodes connected to
node i. q: parameter for threshold. -i 2 Rd : positional vector of node i. ti : number
of wins of node i in competitive learning. I: identity matrix. Hi : threshold region
of node i.
minp2Pi wp wi ðPi 6¼ /Þ
(2) calculate ci ¼
minp2Afig wp wi ðotherwiseÞ
P
(3) TPi i2P t i
Pi T
p2Pi tp wp wi wp wi
1
(4) Ci TP i
(5) Mi Ci þ qci I
(6) threshold region Hi ¼ ðn wi ÞT Mi1 ðn wi Þ 1
KDESOINN can divide clusters more effectively than the adjusted SOINN. The
entire process of KDESOINN is presented in Algorithm 4
Algorithm 4. KDESOINN process
(1) Require: A: set of all neurons. C A A: set of all edges. Ni : set of all
neighbors of neuron i. Wi : weight of neuron i. k: time period to delete redundant
neurons. agemax : parameter to delete edges. Pi : set of nodes connected to node i.
q: parameter for threshold. ti : number of wins of node i in competitive learning.
I: identity matrix. E(G): set of edges in graph G.
(2) if first time of input then
(3) A c1 ; c2 ; randomly pick up two vectors from training data to initialize the
neuron set.
(4) C ;
(5) end if
(6) while input data n exist do
(7) s1 argminc2A kn Wc k: find out the winner.
(8) s2 argminc2Ans1 kn Wc k: find out second winner.
(9) calculate similarity thresholds Hs1 ; Hs2 by algorithm 3.
(10) if ðn Ws1 ÞT Ms1 1
ðn Ws2 Þ [ 1 or ðn Ws2 ÞT Ms1
2
ðn Ws2 Þ [ 1 then
(11) A A [ n: insert n as a new neuron.
(12) else
(13) if ðs1 ; s2 Þ 62 C: there is no edge between the winner and second winner, then
(14) C C [ ðs1 ; s2 Þ: add new edge into the network
(15) end if
Exploring the Variety of Random
Documents with Different Content
astonished by the manner in which he had met Fulsom; yet he was
not astonished that the sheriff had appeared. Fiction to the contrary,
every abnormal detail of life in civilized communities involves a
consequence; for what we call civilization is simply the ways of men
set in a groove, and any departure from that groove brings
investigation.
With this intangible flash of mind to mind, with this singular “feel”
that something unsaid lay behind that question, Hardrock considered
briefly and then answered it in utmost frankness.
“Sheriff, if I told you all I knew or thought about it, the chances are
that you’d arrest me.”
Fulsom gave him a glance, and grinned.
“I’d have a hell of a job doin’ it, wouldn’t I—not to mention gettin’
you off to jail?”
Hardrock broke into a laugh. “Good for you! Here’s what I know.”
And he told what had happened to him since arriving on Beaver
Island.
The boats went out Monday morning, went out early. They went
out from the St. James harbor and from the scattered holdings on
the other islands, boats of Indians and white men, out to the fishing
grounds where lacy gill-nets and hidden trap-nets and long bloater
lines and other legal and illegal methods of obtaining the finny prey
were put into effect. Boats bobbed here and there against the
horizon of island or sea or reef, and engines whirred as the lifters
brought the nets aboard, while trout and whitefish and perch went
tumbling down into the tubs. There was heavy work to be done,
since the fish must be all cleaned and boxed and in to St. James to
make that afternoon’s mailboat.
All that morning Hardrock’s canoe bobbed here and there off the
end of Hog Island, with a drag out from bow and stem, countering
back and forth. It was too shallow hereabout for the big fish, and the
waters looked all deserted, with only a sparkling flash of gulls off the
blue line that marked the north end of Garden to show that a boat
was working there beneath the horizon.
Back and forth they went, and found nothing, though they
searched hard enough for any sign of the black ropes that might
mark a trap. Nothing came near them on the water, excepting a
covey of young ducks that bore down and then wheeled and went
flashing away through the waves in a hurry. With noon, they returned
to camp, where the Sheriff’s launch was drawn safely out of sight
among the bushes down the shore, and lunched leisurely, and then
returned again to the search.
It was nearly three o’clock when at last they found the trap, and
then only by accident, for one of the drags picked up the mooring
line, and Hardrock hauled the canoe along this until the dim mass of
the trap itself was under the canoe. Fulsom came to his assistance,
since it was no light task to haul in the heavy lines without tipping the
canoe, and together they got it to the surface. They could see perch
in it, and big Bullheads from the mud bottom, and one lordly yellow
sunfish, but no whisky.
“Hold on!” exclaimed Fulsom, who knew more about traps than
did Hardrock. “Hold her till I get a grip on that mooringline! Now let
go, and catch hold.”
Now they tugged at the line, and bit by bit worked loose the
anchor down below, and after a time got it on the up-heave.
Hardrock was leaning far over on the line, depending on Sheriff
Fulsom to balance the canoe, and giving his entire attention to the
rope below him. This came heaving up soggily from the depths, and
presently disclosed another line knotted around it and hanging
straight down.
“Thought so!” came the exultant voice of Fulsom. “Haul in on the
short line, now—”
In another moment the end of this came into sight, and showed a
firmly lashed case of liquor. Hardrock glanced up over his shoulder.
“Want it aboard?”
“If we can get it, yes. No telling how many more cases there are,
but we’ll have to leave ’em for the present. We’ll see what this is—
make sure of it. Looks to me like you needn’t worry about that
murder charge any more. Better move lively, too. Looks like a boat is
heading this way from Beaver. Left my binoculars in camp, so I can’t
tell much.”
Hardrock could not pause to look—he got the box in under the
canoe, then came the ticklish matter of swinging it aboard. This was
finally accomplished, though at imminent danger of capsizing the frail
craft; then he straightened up for a look at the approaching boat. It
was still half a mile distant, and bearing up between the islands as
though heading for them.
“Better get in to shore,” said Fulsom. “I aint anxious to be
recognized around here until it’s necessary, the way things are now.
Looks like we got some Canadian Club here, all right—we’ll open her
up and make sure. Set that extry paddle in the trap to mark her
before we go.”
Hardrock nodded and made fast the paddle so that it floated on
the line from which the whisky-case had been cut, then he headed
the canoe for the point and pushed her hard. Whether that boat was
heading for them or not, he meant to take no chances.
In ten minutes he was cutting through the shallows inside the
point and was out of sight of the boat. When they came to camp,
they speedily lifted the canoe ashore and in among the trees. Then
Fulsom, obtaining Hardrock Callahan’s woods hatchet, began to pry
at the lid of the whisky-case.
“Aren’t you tampering with evidence?” said Hardrock, chuckling.
“Who, me? I aint no prohibition officer,” returned the Sheriff dryly.
“No sir, I never voted for no prohibition, but I aim to do my duty. First
thing is to find out if this stuff is whisky or not. Can’t tell by the box,
can’t tell by the label—”
“The only way is to taste it, eh?” laughed Hardrock. “All right, I’m
with you, and will give expert testimony. Go to it! We can’t afford to
make any mistakes; that’s sure.”
The case opened, Fulsom produced a bottle, unhurt by its
immersion, and attacked the cork. When this was out, he handed the
bottle to his nominal prisoner.
“Let’s have your verdict, Hardrock!”
The latter tasted the contents, and grimaced. “It’s the stuff,” he
returned, handing back the bottle. The Sheriff promptly tilted it, and
held it tilted until his breath was gone. Then, gasping, he lowered it,
and replaced the cork.
“Gosh, that’s good!” he observed. “Wisht I could keep the whole
bottle.”
“Go ahead.”
“Nope.” He slid it back into the case. “I could sort of ease my
conscience by havin’ an excuse for one drink to make certain what
the stuff was. And I sure made that drink a good one! But any more’d
be stealin’ evidence, which I don’t aim to do. S’pose you slip out to
the shore and keep an eye on that there boat. Maybe she’s the one
we’re lookin’ for. I’ll lay up out o’ sight till I see who it is.”
Smiling to himself at the odd conceit of the Sheriff, whose regretful
devotion to duty was indubitably sincere, Hardrock left the cover of
the trees and returned to his clearing. He was just in time to see the
launch which they had observed come circling around the point and
head in. To his astonishment, he saw the figure of Nelly Callahan
standing in the bow, while another figure aft was tending the engine.
The girl waved to him eagerly, while her companion, a young
fellow no more than a boy, shut off the engine and let the boat run in
until her nose touched the sand. By the flush of excitement in the
girl’s face, Hardrock guessed that she carried news of some kind.
She jumped ashore, then turned and waved her hand at the boy.
“Hardrock, this is Tom Boyle Gallagher’s boy Micky—Vesty
Gallagher was sending him over to find you, so I came along to bring
the message myself. I knew more about it than Vesty did, anyway,
because I heard Hughie Dunlevy talking to Father last night—”
“All right,” cut in Hardrock. “Wait just a minute, will you? Come
ashore, Micky. Got any gasoline aboard?”
“Ten gallon in the tank still,” said the boy, grinning.
“Know anything about engines?”
“He knows all about ’em,” broke in the girl. “Why?”
“I have a launch down the shore that I’d like to have him look over.
She’s down by that clump of sumach, Micky, drawn up. See if you
can find the trouble, will you? We may have to put her into the
water.”
“Sure,” and Micky started off. Hardrock turned to the girl, smiling.
“Excuse me for the interruption, but I had a bit of news too, and
didn’t want him to overhear. Now come and sit down and tell me
what’s on your mind.”
They sat down together on a fallen log at the edge of the clearing,
and Hardrock got his pipe alight.
“Two things,” said the girl, “or maybe three,” and she laughed.
“First, Hughie and some of his friends are coming over here tonight. I
heard him tell Father they meant to drive you away, and send you
back to Arizona.”
Hardrock, thinking of the Sheriff among the trees, broke into a
hearty laugh.
“Go on,” he said after a minute. “Go on! What next?”
“Isn’t that enough? Vesty got wind of it, and sent Micky off to warn
you. There’s no telling what they’ll do, really—and it’s nothing to
laugh about!”
“It will be, I promise you,” and Hardrock chuckled. “Not for them to
laugh about, though. Don’t mention it to anyone, for he doesn’t want
it known—but Sheriff Fulsom is over there in the trees now. It’s his
launch that is down the shore. I picked him up last night—he was
drifting up the channel, disabled and out of gas. He and I are working
on this business, and we’ve already proved my ideas right by finding
that fish-trap and a case of whisky with it. There are other cases at
the same spot, probably.”
She stared at him, wide-eyed. “Oh, good!” she exclaimed.
“And I don’t forget that I owe the tip to you, either,” he went on.
“Well, what next?”
“Hughie thinks that you did the shooting, but he isn’t sure. He told
Father that a strange launch had been seen around here—a green
boat with a red stripe running around the house. A fishboat. I thought
right away that it might be the one—”
“Good for you, Nelly Callahan! I’ll bet a dollar she’s the one we’re
looking for. Any further news from the chap who went over to the
hospital?”
“He’s still between life and death, they said.”
“Looks bad. Well, what else is on your mind?”
She looked down at the sand, stirred a branch of ground-cedar
with her foot, colored faintly. Then her eyes, direct and searching,
lifted suddenly to meet his gaze.
“Nothing.”
Hardrock frowned. “Something you don’t want to tell me, you
mean?”
“Yes. Please don’t ask.”
The round ball of the sun was hanging low above the purple line
of Garden Island in the west, and the breeze was down until there
was hardly a ripple on the water. From cover of bushes along the
point, Hardrock and Fulsom watched that green fishboat, a red stripe
running broadly around her, spin past the point and round it, and
head for the floating paddle that marked the whisky-cache.
“She’s fast,” said the Sheriff appraisingly. “Built for the work. She
came up from the south, all right, followed the channel through past
Gray’s Reef as though going to the straits, then cut straight west and
headed here. She wasn’t taking any chances by coming up past
Beaver.”
“What’s your program?” demanded Hardrock.
“Get out in that launch, and get quick. You got your shotgun, I’ve
got my pistol. She’ll let us come alongside, and we’ll grab her, that’s
all. No time to waste. You’re my deputy—swear!”
“I swear,” said Hardrock, and laughed. “Making a prisoner into a
deputy—”
“Oh hell, shove along! We got to move fast. I aim to catch her with
the goods.”
They hurried back along the shore and ran out the open launch.
Fulsom gave his automatic pistol to Hardrock, took the shotgun, and
scrambled into the bow.
“You ’tend the engine. We’ll get ’em back here and put ’em
through the third degree separate. Don’t say a word about the
murder. Leave me to handle it.”
“With pleasure.”
The engine spat and coughed and puffed, and presently they
were slipping out past the long point. The green fishboat had halted
at the fish-trap. She was a boat of fair size, housed over except for
foredeck, after-deck, and a narrow strip along the sides. The after
end of this house was wide open. Forward on each side were wide
openings where the lifter brought in nets and fish.
Just now, however, two men were at work forward in the bow,
hauling in better prey than fish. Several cases were piled up, and
they were getting another case aboard. A third man appeared in the
stern, stared at the launch, and called to his companions. All three
turned, watching her.
Hardrock headed as though to bear up past them for Beaver
Island and waved his hand, to which they made no response. The
man from aft had ducked out of sight, reappearing on the foredeck
with the others. As Fulsom was apparently at work on something and
not interested, the whisky-runners evinced no alarm. Then, when he
was opposite their boat and a hundred feet distant, Hardrock shoved
the tiller hard down and swung in toward her.
One of the three waved his arm and shouted:
“Git away! Sheer off! We don’t want no visitors.”
Sheriff Fulsom straightened up, pointed down, and shouted
something indistinguishable. Hardrock held on his course. Again the
leader of the three waved them off, this time with added oaths.
Fulsom grinned.
“Got something to show ye! Look here—look at this!”
The Sheriff leaned forward as though to drag something up to
sight, then came up with the shotgun leveled. The other boat was
now not thirty feet distant.
“Stand quiet and put your hands up! You’re under arrest. Hands
up, durn ye!”
The whisky-runners were caught entirely unawares. This boat,
obviously an island boat, with only two men in her, had been
unsuspected; while to lake-farers any talk of arrest among the
Beavers was in itself ludicrous. There was nothing ludicrous about
Fulsom or the way he handled his shotgun, however, and after one
surprised oath the astonished and dismayed trio put up their hands.
“Run her alongside,” said the Sheriff to Hardrock. “Then go
aboard and disarm ’em. Go through her for guns. You three gents
roost high and quiet, or I’ll blow daylight into ye.”
“What’s this for, anyhow?” demanded the leader. He was a big,
lantern-jawed fellow marked with a scar across his cheek. His two
comrades were swarthy men, whom Hardrock took to be Greeks or
kindred foreigners. Who are you, holdin’ us up this way?”
“Sheriff,” and Fulsom put up one hand to display his star. “All right,
Hardrock.”
As the two craft came into each other, Hardrock jumped aboard
the larger boat and made fast a line. The sight of the officer’s badge
had disconcerted the trio, and they offered only sullen curses as he
swiftly went through them. From two of them he removed heavy
automatics, which he tossed into his own craft. The third man was
unarmed.
Crawling through the forward opening of the deck-house,
Hardrock paused in surprise. There was no lifter in sight, no nets
were aboard, nor fish. Under him was a pile of a dozen whisky-
cases, the white wood all brown and soggy with water, which had
evidently been picked up at some other point in the course of the
afternoon. A quick search sufficed to show that no rifles or other
weapons were in evidence, and he returned to the foredeck.
“Nothing aboard but whisky, Sheriff, and plenty of that,” he called.
“They loaded another cache aboard before coming here.”
“Right thoughtful of ’em,” said Fulsom grimly, and moved back into
the stern, after tossing the captured weapons ahead of him. “You
three birds hop down into the bow, here. Come along, now, and no
talk.”
“Can’t we fix this up, Sheriff?” demanded the leader. “We got
some money—”
“Now I’ll soak you for attempted bribery,” snapped Fulsom. “Git
down!”
Cursing anew, the scar-faced leader got into the bow of the open
launch, and his two comrades followed him. Fulsom looked up at
Hardrock.
“Cast off that anchor in her bows and make sure the line’s fast.
Give her the len’th. Good holdin’ ground here, and she’ll drift in
toward the shore and set pretty. No wind comin’ up tonight, anyhow. I
got two pair o’ handcuffs at camp, and when we get these birds fixed
up and have supper, we can figger what to do next.”
The three “birds” looked decidedly unhappy. The two Greeks
began to talk in their own language, until the Sheriff peremptorily
shut them up. Hardrock, meantime, dumped the big anchor over the
bows of the green fishboat, watched the line run out until it drew taut,
and then climbed back into his own borrowed craft. The sun was just
sinking from sight.
“Back to camp?” he asked, and Fulsom nodded assent.
The engine started up, and the boat circled out for the point, the
Sheriff standing amidships with his shotgun ready. The three
prisoners, crowded on the bow thwart, showed no symptoms of
putting up any fight, however.
“Simplest thing on earth,” said Fulsom calmly, “is to handcuff a
gent with his arms around a sapling. We’ll do that with two of these
birds, and interview the third—give ’em turn and turn about at it. And
we’ll keep ’em at far separated trees. And no supper. Make ’em talk
better, hungry.”
As they were perhaps meant to do, these words reached and
stung the trio. After a rapid-fire exchange of Greek, the leader turned
around.
“This aint legal!” he exclaimed savagely. “You aint got no warrant
—”
“I got a shotgun,” said the Sheriff, a cold glint in his eyes, “and
you’ll taste it if you get gay. So turn around there and set easy. We
aint ready for you to talk yet awhile.”
The boat was around the point and heading in for the shore.
Hardrock, one hand on the tiller, swept her directly in toward the
clearing, threw out the clutch, and after a moment threw it into
reverse. With hardly a jar, the prow of the boat came into the ground
a couple of feet from shore, weighted down as it was by the three
prisoners.
“Now, then,” ordered Fulsom, “you birds hop out and draw her up.
Don’t any of you make a break, or I’ll pepper your hides!”
The big leader, with a growled oath, obeyed the order. There was
no sand at the water’s edge, the beach being composed of small
stones, which farther back ran into sand. The two Greeks likewise
got out. The leader took the prow, each of the Greeks seized the
gunnel, and they drew up the launch until the bow was on the
shingle.
“Now you, Hardrock,” commanded the Sheriff. “Never mind the
guns—I’ll ’tend to ’em. Run over to my pile of stuff and fetch the
handcuffs, will you?”
“Sure.”
Hardrock stepped past the Sheriff and jumped ashore.
At the same instant, the big leader stooped; and the two Greeks
shoved outward on the boat with all their power. Fulsom, caught
unawares by the tremendous lurch of the boat, lost his balance,
dropped the shotgun, and reeled for an instant. The leader hurled a
chunk of rock that struck the staggering man squarely in the side of
the head and sent him down like a shot.
The whole thing passed off swiftly, neatly, with increditable
precision and accuracy. Even as Hardrock whirled about from his
spring, Fulsom was down and the launch was darting out twenty feet
from shore.
Then he found all three men on top of him. One of the Greeks
came first, and went sprawling in the water as Hardrock’s fist met his
face. The second Greek lunged in from one side, a knife in his hand,
and took a kick under the chin that laid him senseless, but the leader
was hurling himself forward and Hardrock could not evade. Caught
in a burly grip, arms locked, both men went down, thrashing. Even
then, had matters been equal, Hardrock would have won out, for with
a twist he came up on top and rammed a fist into the scarred face—
but just then the first Greek swung a stone that laid the man from
Arizona prostrate. Dazed and almost senseless from the blow,
Hardrock keeled over, and before he could recover he was pinned
down under both opponents.
“Tie him up!” growled the leader, and two minutes later Hardrock
was bound hand and foot, while the Greek stooped over his
unconscious comrade and the burly leader stood laughing and
panting. He grinned down at Hardrock.
“So that’s what we think of you and your blasted Sheriff!” he
declared. “We’ll let him float to Mackinac, if he aint dead. By the time
he gits back here, we’ll sure be on our way. Got a good camp here,
aint you? Guess we’ll git us a bite to eat ’fore we bring up our boat
and beat it.”
For a little, however, the man had his hands full. The groaning
Greek, revived by his compatriot, retrieved his knife and flung
himself on the bound captive; the leader interfered, and the trees
resounded to bellowed oaths and orders and imprecations.
Hardrock, helpless to move, watched and listened grimly. At length
the arguments of the leader took effect.
“And ye don’t want to be the same damned fools ye were before,
do ye?” concluded the wrathful leader. “We don’t want to be trailed
for murder! Leave him be. We’ll fix him so’s he can’t hurt us none—
and we wont murder him neither. Ye may think ye can pull a stunt
like that more’n once, and get away with it; but ye can’t. How d’ye
know that there Sheriff didn’t want ye for the other shootin’, hey?”
The sullen Greek acquiesced, put away his knife, and all three
men stamped away up to the camp. Darkness was gathering upon
the waters, but Hardrock no longer stared after the rapidly vanishing
boat that was drifted off along the shore and toward the open lake.
Those words of the leader were dinning in his brain. He knew now
who had shot down those two boys from St. James.
CHAPTER IX
For Marks now came back to him, held the lukewarm coffee to his
lips as he drank, then gave him the cigarette and held a match to it.
Sitting down and wiping sweat from his face, for it was hot near that
big fire, the burly ruffian rolled himself another cigarette. He was
almost within arm’s reach of Hardrock—yet the latter controlled
himself. Until his feet were free he must attempt nothing.
“Now let’s have it,” said Marks. “I didn’t want them two lard-eaters
to get wise. What was it the Sheriff wanted to give us the third
degree about?”
“About the shooting you fellows pulled off last time you were
here.”
Marks nodded, a frown darkening his scarred features. Evidently
he had anticipated this information.
“Aint it hell how ye can’t make foreigners savvy anything?” he
demanded, to the astonishment of Hardrock. “Them two fellers have
just one notion o’ fighting—to take a gun and kill somebody! I’ll have
to let ’em go. I can’t make ’em savvy that there’s a durned sight more
danger in a murder charge than in running liquor.”
“You mean they’re working for you?”
“Yep. The blamed fools run on them Beaver men the other day,
found ’em lifting the trap out yonder, and riddled ’em—then let ’em
go. That’s a fool Greek everytime. I wasn’t along, dog-gone it! I was
in Escanaba, sick that day, and ye can’t get nothin’ on me. I got to
stand by them fellers, o’ course, and get ’em away safe, but I don’t
like it a mite. This sort o’ killing is bad business.”
Hardrock laughed curtly. “What about the Sheriff?”
“Oh, him! He’s a Sheriff, takin’ chances. Same with you—depity,
aint ye? Yep. He aint killed, though. He’ll drift over in the channel
and’ll get picked up by a barge. We’ll run ye out to Gull Island and
leave ye there with some grub. That’s decent all around. A fight is
one thing, and killin’ is another thing. I been running booze a year
now, and never had a speck o’ trouble before this. Durn them hot-
headed Greeks! They’ve spoiled the best little game this side the
Soo.”
“You’re sure frank about it,” said Hardrock dryly.”
“Why not? I want you should understand it; I aint anxious to be
follered up for a killin’ I didn’t do! Bad enough to have my business
busted up. Now I got to land this cargo and then go somewheres
else. Dog-gone it! I hope they pass them immygration laws an’ do it
quick. A feller can’t make an honest livin’ no more, the way these
durned foreigners are everywhere.”
Hardrock broke out laughing. Marks surveyed him darkly.
“Ye may think it’s funny, but I don’t. It aint the law so much,
neither. It’s these durned islanders! They’re all over the lakes, them
or their relations. If they take the notion it was me responsible for the
killin’, they’ll drive me off the lakes, that’s what.”
The man’s viewpoint was irresistible, and Hardrock laughed the
harder, while Marks sucked at his cigarette and glowered angrily.
Then came the “chug-chug” of a gas engine, and a low call from the
darkness. Slowly the shape of the green fishboat drifted in upon the
shore and then halted as her bows hit the shallows ten feet from the
beach.
“They had to swim to get her, anyhow!” exclaimed Marks. “The
durned fools needed a bath.” He rose and went past Hardrock to the
shore. “Hey, boys! Toss that anchor ashore so’s she wont drift off.
We’ll get away pretty quick, now.”
Hardrock moved his arm, and the little blade of the penknife
flashed in the firelight as he slashed the bonds about his ankles. He
was free, now—but he must let them all get ashore. His only chance,
against the three of them, was to get their boat and leave them here.
It was a time for strategy, rather than for fighting; so, at least, he
thought. He was to discover his mistake very shortly.
The two Greeks came ashore, bearing a line. It appeared that
they had cut loose the anchor rather than haul it in. There ensued a
furious storm of oaths from Marks; the two men became ugly, and for
a moment it looked as though a row were imminent. Then Marks
cooled down, and told them to get some of the supplies from
Hardrock’s tent aboard the boat. All three passed up to the tent,
none of them observing that the captive was no longer bound.
This was the opportunity Hardrock had been praying for, and he
gathered his muscles. Once he could shove out that boat and
scramble aboard her, he had everything in his own hands! He drew
up his feet, saw that the three men were busily engaged with his
supplies, and rose—
While he was in the very act of rising, a voice boomed out among
the trees at the clearing’s edge:
“There’s Callahan and his whole crowd—git ’em all, lads! Take
’em!”
Hardrock was already springing for the water, but a figure
appeared and blocked him. It was the figure of Hughie Dunlevy.
Instantly, Hardrock realized what had happened, and cursed the luck
that had brought the Beaver lads here at this moment. From the
brush was going up a crash of feet and wild yells, Marks was
bellowing, the Greeks were cursing and fighting—beyond a question,
Dunlevy thought that they were part of a gang under the direction of
Hardrock Callahan.
There was no time for any explanations. The man from Arizona
barely had a chance to check his leap for the water, to spring back
and gain balance, when Dunlevy was upon him with a roar of battle-
fury and a whirl of fists.
“Ye will murder poor lads, will ye?” he yelled, and struck.
Hardrock ducked the blow and answered it with a smash to the
wind that stopped Hughie Dunlevy for an instant. Glancing around,
Hardrock was aware of the three whisky-runners by the tent,
furiously engaged with four or five other men. He and Dunlevy were
for the moment alone. Only a glance—then he was driving at his
opponent, hoping still to get out and aboard the boat.
That hope seemed vain. A wild swing caught Hardrock under the
jaw and knocked him ten feet away; Dunlevy was after him instantly,
leaping high in air to come down upon him boots first. He came
down only on the shingle, however; and the man from Arizona,
evading a savage kick, reached his feet and began to fight.
Hughie Dunlevy gasped and grunted as the blows smashed into
him, while before him in the firelight danced that unhurt face with its
blazing eyes and its furious unleashed anger. For all his tremendous
strength, the islander helplessly gave ground, was driven backward,
fists driving into him with relentless accuracy. In vain he tried to
grapple, to kick, to gouge—each attempt failed and only drew upon
him another terrific smash under the heart.
Wanned as he was by white liquor, having great strength in place
of stamina, Dunlevy could not stand up under this battering. Never
once did Hardrock strike for the face, but drove in fists like hammers
that pounded heart and stomach in frightful repetition.
On the other side of the fire, one Greek was thrashing over the
ground with Jimmy Basset pounding him into submission. Connie
Dunlevy was down, trying to quench a knife slash that ran from
shoulder to elbow. The other three island men were battering Marks,
who was badly hurt and groaning as he fought, and the second
Greek whose knife flashed crimson in the firelight. Now Marks gave
way and came crashing down, and the snarling Greek reeled as a
stone smashed into his face.
Hardrock got home to the wind with one direct punch that sent
Hughie Dunlevy two steps backward and brought down his hands—
drove in another that rocked him, and then set himself deliberately
for the finish. His feet shifting perfectly to keep balance, he now put
over a light tap to the mouth, and then laughed.
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