Adventure Magazine Cover, November 10, 1924 — page 178: what you’re looking at

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176 in the shoe he was lacing as he told Murdock what he intended doing with Coleman. “Perhaps you’re right,” said the young officer when the captain finished. ‘‘Per- haps. It’s pretty decent of you, I’ll say, and I give you credit; but, Captain, what about my report? What am I to say to my captain? He has a report to make out him- self, you know. And there are technicali- ties that stand in the way “Is your captain an old man?” asked Captain Mac. “Oh, yes; he’s an old seaman and clam- bered in through the hause pipe, as they say. > P] “Well, you tell him that another seaman who clambered in through the hause pipe asks a favor. Ask him to let technicalities slide and forget everything but that the Hawk’s wireless operator was sick and couldn’t tend his apparatus properly. You’ve got your man, and that’s the main thing after all. Try to talk your captain around to seeing it the way we do, eh?” “Yl try,” said Murdock, getting up to leave. ‘‘And maybe I'll not have much trouble. Our Old Man is a pretty decent sort himself.’ He smiled at the little shipmaster, swung about and went out the door. Adventure “Say, mister,” been hovering about the door of the cap- tain’s room. ‘‘What’s ’e goin’ to do with that Coleman?’”’ ‘“He’s going to send him to the Balboa Hospital,” answered Murdock, pausing. ‘To be treated as a drug addict. And he says he’s going to pay his way so that he’ll get the best of treatment.” “Captain Mac said thatr’ exclaimed Tenny, amazed. ‘‘He must be crazy!” “Ves, some of these tough sea-captains are queer articles,” agreed the officer; and he went down the ladder. Tommy Downs leaned over the rail in the wing of the bridge as the boat pulled away, and called down to Breen, under guard in the stern sheet, Hey, old timer, you were right about one thing.” “Yeah?” said Breen, looking up and cock- ing one eye at him. “Yeh. You’re not going to Port-au- Prince!”’ “Go to ——!” growled Breen. I guess it’ll be a Jong aed ‘So long, old timer. while before I see you again! But Breen, his nose, now farther askew than ever, twitching like a cat’s, was scowl- ing at the Binghampton, waiting a half- mile to windward. CoOMmiclhoo S} said Mr. Tenny, who had CO