Adventure Magazine Cover — page 47: what you’re looking at

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Rae SAY ze ~. ee es of Carnell’s weapon i in his rage, Selwyn — ~ > ae a _ in acknowledgment. a | ru ran straight upon the Second and landed a glancing punch on the other’s jaw. Carnell itched the revolver behind him and parried a rain of blows. As the two sailors and the professor ran forward with the obvious ‘in- tention of holding Selwyn off, Carnell, whose eyes were quivering with anger, sidestepped and shouted to them to stand back. Selwyn made a swift rush, feinted and, missing an attempt at a kidney punch, received a half-hook which brought a grunt This was followed by a straight right which sent him reeling across the deck. Carnell held his ground as if he would not deign to follow up the advantage. \ But whatever else Selwyn was, he was game. He recovered and came back for more; but warily. For a few moments the two did little more than footwork, Selwyn keeping off and evidently playing for time. As they ‘fought Vi suddenly realized that, uncon- sciously at first but consciously now, they had challenged each other to a fight for her. “Mr. Carnell!” she cried out and, turning to the men, exclaimed— “Seize Mr. Selwyn and make them stop it!” “Leave him alone!’ shouted Carnell angrily, revealing how much his mind was upon Vi, and paid the penalty of the moment’s inattention when Selwyn landed a smashing punch on his mouth. However, the men, who had been joined by two of their, mates, had made no move to interfere at Vi’s request, having, like all their breed, the innate respect for a fair fight, and neither they nor Carnell had knowledge of Selwyn’s behavior toward Vi. The professor, who was standing beside Vi, asked in a curiously querulous voice where these people had come from. But ‘Vi was naturally too much occupied to answer such idiotic questions. At that moment Carnell, as if satisfied that he had got his adversary’s measure and now desired to finish the fight, rushed and got home three severe punches on the heart, ribs and jaw, the last just failing to put Selwyn out. The latter promptly smothered and tried to grapple. He was : re skilful to hold a clinch for a few. ~ of Bk as it ricci his Sole: 6 rrest the other but, apparently oblivious | -and one eye swollen. mY ee second! stat breaking, he let ieee a pasty upper-cut, severely jolting Carnell on the — jaw. The Second answered with a left — swing and a right punch, both of which Selwyn was agile enough to avoid. ea) AGAIN came a pause as Selwyn backed around, revealing the. in- His face was blooded Carnell also was bleeding from the smash on the mouth. Although Vi cried out again in protest she was dimly conscious of a strange emotion which seemed to keep her limbs glued to the deck; an emotion which throbbed in- ful gasps of his lungs. toxicatingly at each successful blow from | either man. Then quite suddenly Carnell appeared to falter, hesitated and gave ground slightly. Selwyn, fogged somewhat, fell to the ruse and rushed. A swift sidestep and a neatly © timed swing sent him to the deck. By chance apparently, he fell almost on top of the discarded revolver. As _ his adversary paused Selwyn stirred; rose half to his knees and appeared to roll over. “All right,” he moaned. “I’m done.” But as Carnell walked-over to assist him Selwyn suddenly pointed the revolver and fired pointblank at Carnell. The men ex- claimed. Vicried out and rushed to Carnell, who had reeled to one side. But as she-reached him one man yelled “The swine!’ and, turning, she saw Selwyn disappearing down the companion steps. But at the moment Vi was not concerned with him. “Aren’t you hurt?” “He got my shoulder. I think that’s all,” returned Carnell quietly. “Let me sit down fora moment. Never mind, men,” he called to two of the sailors who ‘were disputing about the singing monkey at the companion hatch. “We'll get him later, he can’t get away. Who’s this man here?” he added, indicating the professor, who was staring at everybody in a bewildered way. “Oh, I don’t know who anybody is,” exclaimed Vi. ‘‘I mean we’re all mixed up. Cut away your coat. And I want some hot water. Where’s Chi Loo?” ‘Here, missee,”’ Chi Loo answered; placidly stepping from the chartroom. “I watch Mistle Sellyn cussee too muchee. I get hot water.” roads of overindulgence i in the pain-