Adventure Magazine Cover — page 99: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

Wha erry aL WZ fing a tm) = wee RE ES SH pe fT eae oe Davy. When he was finally tied up, his timid wife, begging mercy for him, led them to Po-Shu’s room. A gust of wind through an open window set shadows dancing as the flame flickered. “Po-Shu? Po-Shu?” Denasso called coaxingly. Heddon, holding the lamp high in one hand, turned to the bed and bent over it. “She’s gone!” he said. “Been gone—the bed’s cold! Looks like the Chinks got her.” So they laid Mrs. Davies on the cot, tying her down with strips of torn sheeting. She understood their need of time in their getaway and was thank- ful that they had not hurt her husband. “We'll leave him high and dry,” promised Hed- don. As they lurched through the darkness, Heddon shouted: “‘We’ve some luck anyhow, Jack! There’ll be wind enough for our hurry.” Once aboard the ship, after fighting through the rain and bluster of that storm-swept night, the men were turned to. Even Abdul was forced to the capstan, though Heddon had to knock him out first. After a tense half hour the schooner was put over the bar, in pursuit of the Chinese ship, thought to carry Po-Shu. Vioux and Madame questioned Will Heddon about his knowledge of treasure. He told them: “See here, if I knew of treasure would I bang and bat about in these islands, stealing shell an’ doing a tramp’s odd jobs, when with little more than the glint of gold one could live at ease in, say Paris? Yow’re all fools over that treasure yarn. If there’d November 23rd, 1926 * been a smell of treasure I’d have dug for it long ago.” Then a sudden uproar broke out on the deck above; the stowaways were out! A fierce fight took place for possession of the Dragon, ending with Heddon and his crew in charge of a wrecked schooner; topmast, foresail and jib in a jumble on deck. Pelew, ringleader of the beach gang, walked aft to Will Heddon and said: “Nothin’ left to fight for, mister, but a dismasted tub as won’t sail.”’ “You'll all get to the pumps,” said Heddon. ‘‘With the boats smashed we’ll keep afloat as long as possible.” Madame’s great snake, Baal-Phlegor, had the en- tire crew in terror. Heddon held his distance with the rest but ordered it kept alive for his own ends. The following morning dawn came with a murky glow, filtering through the rain. Walscher’s Jack- Girl was expected to show up and carry them back to Lianfo and prison, but the first thing sighted was a long-boat. Pelew, in the shrouds with binoculars, suddenly shouted: “Look! By ——, they’re Chinks! Looks like we had a new lot of pumpers comin’ aboard!” As they drew near, a tall finely built Chinese was seen in the stern—steering and sculling. The boat pulled alongside and Madame, at the rail, screamed: “Po-Shu! In the boat there. You will see!” Denasso was putting in a plea for the protection of the slave-girl from Vioux and Madame when his gaze was drawn shoreward. The Jack-Girl was bearing out from Lianfo. DOOLK C@ in