Adventure Trails, February 1929 — page 35: what you’re looking at

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THE MIGHT OF THE SCORPION jeweled scorpion on his head-dress danced and glittered in the red light of the fire, “What a man! What a man!” muttered Ted admiringly. ‘“And what a nerve! He’s turned the trick—he’s got them bluffed cold. They’ll do anything he says.” Ted was right. The angry muttering died down to silence—a sullen silence, but one which acknowledged the might and the leadership of the Scorpion.. : Jarnoft waited perhaps ten seconds be- vore he continued; waited there with his great figure poised, his flaming eyes searching the faces below him. “Ah, my friends,” he went on then, in a conciliatory voice, his whole manner changed, “it grieves me that you should have doubted the wisdom of my message and’”—with just a touch of grimness in A.T. | the words—“the power of the Scorpion. — ; a “That my message came as a surprise to you, I know full well. I have letit be believed that my message to-night would ~~ be a different one, because I wanted to gather here those who needed my message ——_ most; those who are restless, and ill-ad- visedly stir up trouble against those who have done so much to build up our coun- try. - ‘And now I have spoken, and you have heard. Go back and bear the message of = the Scorpion to those who sent you here to hear that message. And—bear the — message well and truly and without color- ing, for remember the tail of the Scorpion lashes out in the dark and brings death to those who would betray him, : “For a time, that is all. Farewell!” and with a parting salutation he turned and leaped down from the rock beside Ted's strangling — z= fingers did their work perfectly. “f° OOD work!” = whispered Ted. < “But don’t forget this gun is right in your ribs, and still cocked. Back to the hut now, and we'll decide what to do with you.” Jar- noff grunted angrily, but fol- lowed Ted’s instructions, Nora was waiting for them just inside the shelter of the | hut, and beside her, safely bound and z gagged, was the tall, cadaverous Mexican. = “Oh, I’m glad you're safe!” breathed re ‘the girl. “I was so afraid.” “T hold them in the hollow of my hand,” spoke up Jarnoff contemptuously. “I can mold them as one molds wax. There was no danger.” “I give you credit,” admitted Ted. “You 7 had them going, right enough. But— a you're through with them, you know. Lost your face forever. And so—I’m going to E=.. let you go. If you know the natives as I | Np tartrd do ‘ ‘| : ve SOR A Ee “comicbooks-com