Adventure Magazine Cover — page 89: what you’re looking at

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Shanghai Fried. Chicken Bellhouse, the lanky O. D., bounced in like Doug. Fairbanks entering a drawing-room. “Extra! Extra! All about the great flight!” He war-danced about the four bridge- players. “Hanratty confesses.” He whirled aloft a scrawled pink sheet of sta- tionery. ‘The true story of who killed Cock-Robin!”’ He was captured, and Hanratty’s letter was removed from his grasp; the major _ handed it across to Ashboldt: “You read it. You read, don’t you?” Ashboldt grinned and commenced read- ing the letter aloud. It was an astonishing document. Finally, after a lurid descrip- tion of the stunts, Hanratty pictured the ee oe . FIRE! and then this easlaiit of a captin goes right off his nut. Hollers FIRE! FIRE! and tries to push her into a dive. (Laughter from the mess, ahd shrieks of “Good old Hanratty, the little red-headed liar,” and “That’s a hot one for you, Tunnard!”) I sees myself being fried like one of J. Vasey’s eels. S’help me! I could feel the heat! NOSE UP! I hotlers, but he hollers FIRE! FIRE! =~) Vea dining-saloon of the Oriental #_ Steamship Company freighter, i§ Faralon, was empty except for #*two men at the petty officers’ It was midday, and from every side table. poured an intense heat mingled with the smell of ancient Shanghai docks rotting in the sun. Outside the rattle of winches and the banging of boxes was suspended. The coolie — .an keeps on shoving the stick. goin to pull back and he front, one of our sticks is going to bust. tail-slides an side-slips to the ground. (The members of the mess are now holding their sides, and some protest hotly that ‘““Hanratty ought tobe —— well killed for a lying.”’) “Dirty little liar!” Tunnard cursed vin- dictively, and tremblingly took a cigaret out of his case. his neck.” In fumbling for a match Tunnard knocked the .case on to the sands and. ~ = reached: below the table to get it. —- As he did so the rays of the lamp fell full on the back of his head; and there, now visible through the light, short-cut hair, was something which the major, with wide- open mouth, reached unbelievingly to touch— | eee A bump; and on it the hexagonal bruise of the socket-wrench. . . j : HANGHAL S eae a \ stevedores had ceased their work.and were .chattering over their rice and dried fish. In — = S&S the saloon, however, the sound of their voices was barely audible above the hum of the flies which besieged every porthole screen. together seriously. So I takes out that socket-wrench and cuts him a slap on the bean. Ihatedtodoit but I sees that this bone-head is scared so he hasno - idea what he’ g cong: Then I takes overcontroland = “T’ve a good mind to break _ == Seated at the table, awaiting the appear- ance of the steward with their dinner, the ~~ deck engineer and the bosun were talking ~~ They were men whom = comiebooks.com