Argosy All-Story Weekly — page 11: what you’re looking at

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— ARGOSY-ALLSTORY Vou. CLXVIII SATURDAY, APRIL 25, 1925 NUMBER 3 By KIM NIGHT CHAPTER I, THE WILD EAST. S he waited with the girl for the next on- slaught, the glory of the combat was in Tim’s eyes; his black hair was matted over a bleeding forehead; rivulets of sweat trickled down the cut cheek, but there was a grin of delight on the bruised mouth, a tilt of heroic defiance to the head. Four men had at- tacked them, and he had killed three. Pedro Lam- paz was the last to leap over the bar, hurling a stream of fire out of his six-gun like some devil with thunderbolts in his hands. The hero caught bim with a powerful, cleverly timed blow on the chin. The Mexican’s gun fell clattering to the LA sawdust, Taking the girl in his arms, Tim leaped through the window to the saddle of the waiting roan. Mr. Chilton was transported into the dry, sage-scented air of an Arizona canon. After he had closed the magazine he found it diffi- cult to bring himself back to the cool, gray atmosphere of his club. He invested the details of that huge Italian library with characteristics woven entirely out of his rather over-excited imag- ination. The pillars of porphyry were the reck battlements of a mesa. The hazy elegance of that ceiling had resolved itself. 321 Gomichbooks com