A. Merritt's Fantasy Magazine, July 1950 — page 21: what you’re looking at

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THE FACE IN THE ABYSS 21 the back trail—if they could find it. Ster- rett had seen it, of course, but that was not like having it in the camp, a constant reminder to Soames and Dancre of what might be unlimited riches within their reach. And he might be able to. convince those others that Sterrett’s story was but a drunken dream. The girl regarded him meditatively, a quickened interest ir the velvety eyes. She slipped the golden bracelets from her arms, held them out to him with the three spears. “Will you take all of them—and leave your comrades?” she asked. “Here are gold and gems. They are treasures. They are what you have been seeking. Take them. Take them and go, leaving that man there and those other two. Consent —and I will not only give you these, but show you a way out of this forbidden land.”’ For a moment Graydon hesitated. The great emerald alone was worth a fortune. What loyalty did he owe after all, to Sterrett and Soames and Dancre? And Sterrett had brought this upon himself. WHO ELSE WANTS Beiter Shaves at Less Cost? NO Wi I this Top Quality | FULL-WEIGHT Blade in — DISPENSER Nevertheless—they were his comrades. Open eved he had gone into this venture with them. He had a swift vision of himself skulk- ing away with this glittering, golden booty, creeping off to safety while he left _ them, unwarned, unprepared to meet— — what? Peril, certainly; nay, almost as ~ certainly—death. For whatever the pres- ent danger of this girl might be at the hands. of his comrades, subconsciously Graydon knew that it must be but a brief one; that she could not be all alone; that although through some chance she had strayed upon the camp, somewhere close were those who would seek for her when they missed her. That somewhere were forces on which she could call and against which it was unlikely three men, even well armed as they were, could prevail. Very definitely he did not like that pic- ture of himself skulking away from the peril, whatever it might be. “No,” he said. “These men are of my race, my comrades. Whatever is to come — I will meet it with them and help them fight it. Now go.” e Try this rugged Blue Star on hard- to-shave spots. If any other blade, at any price, gives you finer shaves than Blue Star, we'll give you double your money back, MOLOIOONHONOOONI NO OOsooase REGULAR PACK 3 for 1OG — sINGHE EDcE / e a at PRODUCTS AMERICAN SAFETY RAZOR CORP, * BROOKLYN 1, N. Y. <— GComichboo S com a ——* we Sa ¢