Adventure Magazine Cover, October 10, 1921 — page 162: what you’re looking at

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152 A moment he seemed to hesitate. Then he. explained himself quite fully. ‘Tt’s the same reason,’’ said he, ‘‘that’s been urging me to pick a quarrel with you so that I might have the satisfaction of slipping a couple of feet of steel into your vitals. The reason’s name is Arabella Bishop. It was in the hope of redeeming myself in her eyes that I accepted this commission that ye brought me. But I have discovered that that is beyond ac- complishment, which is why I have returned you the commission. “T have discovered also that if she’s choosing you, as I believe she is, she’s choosing wisely between us, and that’s why I’ll not have your life risked by keeping you aboard whilst the message goes by another who might bungle it. And now perhaps ye’ll understand. I have told you because—oh, plague on it!—so that ye may tell her, so that she may realize that there’s something of the unfortunate gentleman left under the thief and pirate she accounts me, and that her own good is my supreme desire. Knowing that, she may—faith, she may remember me in her prayers. That’s all, my lord. Adventure - Lord Julian looked at the buccaneer in silence a moment. In silence he held out his hand and in silence Blood took it. “T wonder whether you are right,” said his lordship, ‘‘and whether you are not the better man.” ‘‘Where she is concerned, do you make sure that I am right. Good-by to you.” Lord Julian went down the ladder, and was pulled ashore. From the distance he waved to Blood, who stood leaning on the bulwarks watching the receding cock- boat. The Colleen sailed within the hour, mov- ing lazily before a sluggish breeze. The fort remained asleep, and there was no move- ment from the fleet to hinder her departure. Lord Julian had carried the message ef- fectively and had added to it his own personal commends. | In tow of the Colleen went a sloop, manned by Jamaica sailors got together at the last moment. To this sloop Colonel | Bishop was transferred when some five miles out to sea, and thus sent back to sleep that same night in Port Royal. THE ORCHID HUNTER by Richard Butler Glaenzer |e YOU seek a life that’s thrilling, \ Sport that’s bigger than Big Game, Lion, bear or tiger killing, : Risks that foresight can not name, Then become an orchid hunter; It will put the wildest Gunter Yellow-back to utter shame. And by orchids I am speaking . Not of those in Mexico, — But the rare ones found by sneaking Into Dyak Borneo, Or by combing Madagascar .- Where the natives make a Lascar On a jamboree seem slow. When it’s elephants you’re spooring You are armed against surprize; But the orchid though alluring Is a devil in disguise; Lovely vampire of the jungle— Beauty tempting you to bungle Where the man who bungles dies. DOOLK C©