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108 “T think of taking the steamer back to Sydney,” said Campbell. “It we shouldn’t _ happen to meet again—good luck!” ““Good-by and—good luck,”’ said Slade. The sailor walked smartly off. the boat and down the jetty. Slade, without a moment’s wait, snatched at his hat and made for the hotel. He was_ drunk on the news that he had heard; he Adventure had kept himself in with difficulty during the interview with Campbell, and now he felt as if he must dance and sing, or go mad. - He had not a thought to spare for Page, lying dead in the hospital; time enough to think of him by-and-by. Now was his. ‘Now was Edith’s. Now was the end of all at last! SHULL AND BONES BY REGINALD WRIGHT HAUFFMAN \V\/ HERE are all the merry men that put their curse on Spain, Drake’s and Flint’s and Morgan’s men that sailed the Spanish Main? Where are all their gold doubloons, where their fancy free— Gentlemen Adventurers?: Underneath the sea! ‘ ‘ Theirs were days for hardy hearts; red-cap, ear-ring days; Hairy men with tarry hands, chanting shameless lays; Doing shameless deeds as well, all the way to France, Laying down the keel in blood of our good ship Romance. Irons, rum and cutlasses, flaming towns ashore, Planks to walk and yard-arm shifts, love and gold and war; - Then the New World isles were young, then the ocean free, __ = Gentlemen Adventurers underneath the sea. Vast! A yellow galleon! Here’s your work to do: Run the Jolly Roger up! See, she’s heaving-to! ~ Pipe all hands for boarding her! It’s over ere the dark; She’s raided, ravaged, scuttled, sunk—a palace for a shark. ~ 0, my boyhood heroes, bred on a purple lee, Gentlemen Adventurers underneath the sea, How I dreamed and dreaded you, what my love and fears In the days I read your lays, bearded buccaneers! Don’t you also have your dreams? Aren’t you dreaming true? Give us back the old Romance; we have need of you; Send your stories up to us; set our spirits free, Gentlemen Adventurers underneath the sea! their troubles, the defeat of the dark gods, JOOKS