Life — May 14, 1925 — page 15: what you’re looking at

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> LIFE « asked Dick; and then there was a splash and a swirl and poor Dick dis- appeared from view. “Well, I guess that will just about be pretty near the end of him!” sneered 13, shell sped over the waves in hot pursuit. “Business before pleasure,” retorted Tom. On through the night the two boats sped, while the throbbing engines of the slim greyhound pushed forward Dan Baxter from the shore. “In the pig's hip-pocket it will,” re- torted Tom easily; but it must be ad- mitted that his confidence in the author was a little shaken nevertheless. “Help! help!"’ shrieked Dora Stan- hope suddenly, lean- ing over the rail of the Judge's launch, which by this time was steaming at full speed down the bay, with Josiah Crabtree at the wheel. “Save me!” she called, and fainted. “Kidnapped again,’’ muttered Sam, “or I'll be bound. Half-leath- er,” he put in as an afterthought. “Let us to the res- cue,” cried Tom, running up a small over the deep after her prey, and all was still except for the meditative swish of sperm-whales and the distant barking of dog-fish at their eternal game of fetch-and-carry. “Stop!” yelled Tom. “Danger ahead!" I mmedi- ately there frightful shock, and the boat not only stopped but backed up on end in the water, and was photographed beside the Wool- worth Tower. “We have struck something!" cried Tom. “No wonder we stopped,” added Sam. “The back cover is dead ahead.” Slowly the boat rolled over on her American flag. side and closed her “Hooray!” agreed the crew lustily. eyes, murmuring feebly, “My son! My “Shake out the mainsail,” he ordered, son!" and calling for somebody named putting on a hat marked “Captain,” “Johnson” or “Johnst: “hoist the jib, mates, and set the top- She is si sail.” solemnly, THs is the first installment of Ir. Ford's thrilling seriai which is destined to place LIFE in the forefront of American fictional - true - story magazines. Next week we shall follow the Rover Boys to a desert island, where their natice Yankee wit will again triumph over Dan Baxter's villainy. was a TUKNING IN MID-AIR TO EXHORT HIS MEN ONCE MORE. udge’s launch,” observed Sam. “They ¢ gaining rapidly.” “Tit for tat,” said Tom merrily, hand- ing the coxswain an extra paddle, and winking in a fashion that set Sam to roaring. Then, while whistles tooted frantic- ally and sirens shricked madly on tug- boats and battleships in the river, the wo shells sped down a lane of waving rs and cheering spectators toward the finish line, when “Snap!” went Dick's oar, just as the sentence came tu an end. Without a moment's hesitation, Dick rose, buckled a life-preserver around his waist, shook hands solemnly with each of the men in the boat, and pausing uly to select a few pimento sandwiches from the wicker hamper in the hold and stow them in the rear pocket of his ug-trunks, he and dived wefully over the side, turning in nid-air to exhort his men once more. Gulp!" he said earnestly ; disappeared into the water he grabbed two or three Merriwell oars with his left hand, and with his right hand he gave the Putnam Hall shell just’ the extra shove that was needed to send it across the finish line—a winner ! Hooray for the Rover Boys!” shouted the grateful crew. Incidentally, this serial is published with a deep bow to Mr. Edward Stratemeyer (“Arthur M. Winfield’’), who created the fun-loving Rover Boys during the Spanish War and has kept them at Putnam Hall ever since. king rapidly,” said Tom his is the end!" And as “Laff up a bit,” said Sam, as the (Continued on page 35) poised and as he Cutarter Seventeen T that moment, to Tom's horror, a slim black form was seen to glide swiftly through the water. “Dick!” he screamed. “A shark! A shark!" “A sh: asked Dick. “A shark!" repeated Tom. “A Car- charodon carcharias, sometimes forty fect long. Hurry up, he is swallowing “Did you say ‘shark’ or ‘sharp'?” savep! comicbooks.com