Adventure Magazine Cover — page 173: what you’re looking at

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Our Mate We neared the dock, and I swung the boat about, stern to the landing. Flynn made Larsen stay in his place until we had landed. Carelessly, Dick tossed the brass amulet to Larsen. Then a thing happened that threw a new light upon the whole affair, and showed us how blindly, foolishly dangerous Flynn’s game had been. ‘‘Watch me,” said Larsen as he caught the dolphin. ‘Maybe you’ll learn something.” \Calmly, as we watched him, Nels Larsen 167 twisted the tail of the brass dolphin. It unscrewed and came apart, and from its hollow interior Larsen extracted a little squill of twisted paper. “See that?” he grinned. “That little bit of paper is worth more money, to the man that holds it, than you will ever see!”’ Contemptuously Larsen tossed the empty trinket back to Flynn. We watched him blankly as he rowed away. “Well, anyway,” said Flynn at last, “‘we’re back in Cartagena!” OUR MATE By Harry Kemp Oi OUR mate’s a bull-necked blighter An’ we'd like to see him go Where it’s hotter than the tropics In midday, at Callao. He has no more fellow-feelin’ Than a bit o’ weathered bone, An’ his fists strike hard as hammers, An’ his heart, it’s worse than stone. An’ he drives us, drives us, drives us, When there ain’t no work to do— An’ there’s not a man but hates him, Sir, in all the bally crew. Oh, he puts us holystonin’, Chippin’ rust, an’ daubin’ paint From the break o’ day to moonrise, An’ we can’t make no‘complaint: Even Svenska Joe, the bully, Drops his eyes when he stands near, An’ the Swiss that would of knifed him;, But the laws are too severe! What, you say you know him, stranger; An’ you think the same as me? .. . No, I don’t make friends so easy— Sorry; but we don’t agree! He’s the best —— mate that ever Cussed a lazy crew at sea! DOOLK (C@