Adventure Magazine Cover, June 20, 1923 — page 114: what you’re looking at

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{12 “Sure. Sure,’’ he answered carelessly, staring at McGuire. ‘“Who’s that?” “Dan McGuire!” ““A-ho-ho!” ‘Then striding toward Mc- Guire fiercely: ‘‘Where ’s that —— pirate Williams? Where ’d he go? You tell me the truth, too!” Fellowe drew back a fist. McGuire lifted his eyes. There was something unnaturally sleepy about them as he said dispiritedly: “Out to sea, headin’ for ’Frisco—with shell. I was to follow on this schooner, but the native crew ran off in the bush. And here we are!” Fellowe’s eyes scrutinized A-Ina while McGuire was speaking, and without taking his eyes from her asked: “How ’d you get this schooner? Where’s Mathers?” “Over there in the bush. We came down with him from the Carolines.”’ Fellowe grinned in a way that showed his lower teeth at McGuire and with a slow parting look that was like a threat, turned again to Madame Du Beque, saying: “So Lania, you threw yourself on the breast of Williams, eh? Instead of coming to me, you fell in with your old friend, Hurricane. And he went off to ’Frisco town and left you? Here comes Slade now. I'll see what I can do. Pretty wild, Slade is, over the way you treated him.”’ He turned to the rail as the next boat drew near. Madame Du_ Beque’s' manner had changed. A look of repressed fierceness came into her pale, thin face and stayed there, for she saw that Fellowe was to be distrusted rather than depended on, though he had always been ready enough to pre- tend a deep strong friendship while old W. W. was alive. She had overheard Mc- Guire’s answer, and knew instantly, what he had in mind. Willerby Island was well ynder twenty- four hours away—there and back—Williams might return before they would leave the lagoon—then, but with a stroke of agony, she remembered Areko. Suddenly her knees seemed to give way, her body swayed a little, and Doris, having an arm around her, felt the pressure and almost called for some one to help support her mother. But Doris was not a girl to cry out readily. She thought her mother’s sudden weakness was due to the presence of Slade Willerby, who Adventure at that moment was coming on deck fol- _ lowed by a rather tall, thin, evil-featured young man—Terry Rand. II efit SLADE WILLERBY was about wae thirty, very large of frame as his ==4 father had been, with shapely fea- tures though his face appeared slightly puffed, as the faces of most men do when they eat too much and drink too much. Fifty feet away’ he appeared extremely handsome; at arm’s length his shapely mouth showed itself to be one of sensual cruelty, and the lines of the strong jaw were seen to be nothing but little pads of fat that had settled there; his eyes were too close together, dark eyes, very steady in their gaze at a woman’s bddy; the back of his head bulged. He was enormously vain, had never controlled a passion in his life, and was a coward; but not unsuccessful in his business affairs. He was not a direct, hard bully and fighter as his father had been, but more suave and smooth, in a way more dangerous. He was now so delighted with the turn of events that he was almost pleasant, though with a good deal of mockery very near the surface of his manner. Terry Rand, whom he liked and kept with him almost continually was, in a phrase, a dandified wharf-rat. He came up and eyed McGuire, stood before him and laughed. “So you are Dan McGuire?”’ Again the laugh, as if he knew something very amusing of which McGuire could not possible be aware. McGuire looked at him with a drowsy alertness, checking the very strong impulse to say something unwise. “Brave man, you are—you and Williams, to pick on missionaries,”’ said Terry Rand with amused scorn. “Why don’t you go after men?” McGuire held his tongue and meditated murder. Rand turned away to the side of Willerby, who was saying with a slight sneer in his words: “This is a pleasure I’ve been after a long time, Lania. Ah, Miss Stanlea. What an unexpected meeting! Don’t look so as ‘S though the pleasure was all mine, Lania, You misjudge me. Yes, really you do.”’ “Doris, you will please go to my room. And remain.” COMMCOO® (C@