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ba Sams Gf es 4 a * CF SS Poe ye gy Shes aves ire ———— ~ By LIEUTENANT C. DONALD FEAK A NOVELETTE—COMPLETE IN THIS ISSUE runner, was walking slowly down the main street of Colon. Close at his heels, followed his Chinese servant, Ah Jung, who was, so to speak, covering up the rear. Dunn himself shot rapid glances ahead at the swarm of curious tourists who were gaz- ing in rapturous unbelief at Oriental silks, Panama hats, ivory fans—made in Jersey City, U. 5. A. Dunn was still on the sunny side of thirty. His face was tanned and seamed by tropical suns, and trade-wind-driven salt spray. A straw hat, a Palm Beach suit much the worse for wear, and a pair of white shoes completed his outward appearance. Ah Jung, on the other hand, might have been anywhere from thirty to eighty. In spite of several years’ association with his beloved Cap’n Bill, he still clung to his na- tive garb, and his pigtail. That in itself caused him to look like any other country- man of his. B= DUNN, skipper, filibuster, gun- Dunn, dejected, and evidently about ready to enter into. the brotherhood of the tropical beach comber, let his eyes rove around the street and its flowing mass of white-clad men and women. The hot, bright sun accentuated the whiteness of their garments which blinded; accounting, perhaps, for the sudden swoop of two of its members on Dunn and Ah Jung, de- 15 spite their watchfulness for such a calamity. ‘* Bill Dunn, by all that’s holy!” Dunn felt a sudden grasp on his shoul- der, and swung about to meet the eyes of an old friend, Dewey FitzGerald. “Fitz!” Dunn ejaculated, returning the violent handshake. ‘ What brings you here?” “A love stricken father, and his yacht, Olympia,” Fitz answered, laughingly. His large, round face reflected his honest joy at finding Billy Dunn. FitzGerald was fair, fat and thirty. His beaming, good-natured face served as a warning to all obese people oO CoOmmiclaooxs (S@)