ComicBooks.com Register / Loginit's free!

Pulp Fiction, 1928 · page 143 of 156

Argosy All-Story Weekly — "Sea Marauders" — page 143: what you’re looking at

📖 Open the full issue in the page-flip reader →
Argosy All-Story Weekly — "Sea Marauders" — page 143: Pulp Fiction, 1928

A restored page from Pulp Fiction, 1928. Page through the whole issue in the reader above.

📄 Transcribed text from this page (OCR, searchable)

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

= = PS te << ‘ _ HAWAIIAN HEELS. lecherous unprincipled man, old enough to be her father, with that repellent glint in his eye. However, she did not fear him. Half her life had been spent in the saddle at Weimea. She was lithe and self- reliant as any cowgirl. No pamola would have dared affront her for fear of the swift attack from her pummeling fists. This physical fitness perhaps was at the base of her fearlessness, but her intelligence told her that Quimby would not dare to attempt to secure her assent by force. For the moment they confronted each other silently, Quimby breathing almost desperately as he looked with famished eyes on this object of his quest, so near, yet not quite won. She relaxed. She breathed more easily. A subtle emanation from her of youthful resource and of girlish in- trepidity added *to the tropical luxuri- ance of her aroused anger. The thought came to her that she, too, was to play for time. Whatever had been planned, its full scope had not been opened to her. It was useless to demand again that they return to shore. She had done that to no avail. She would not waste her breath. Therefore Rova’s reply to Quimby’s proposition that she must marry either him or Ah Long was singularly evasive. A roguish twinkle came into her eye. “ That’s a pretty tough break for me, don’t you think, Mr. Quimby?” she asked. One corner of her mouth twisted down in a sad little droop. He misinterpreted this. He leaned forward quickly. ‘Oh, Rova,” he muttered, “permit yourself to accept me. You will never regret it, I promise. I love you.” He was reaching for her, when her tiny fist shot forward and struck him fullin the mouth. He recoiled at once and a welt began appearing across his lips. The blow calmed the mounting fire in his blood. He sat down weakly. ae en ae SS oe 25 2. Se one Tain 2 . Page we Visit pacita at "gi gee s. Pg ne OE IPE SE gain ALS ie ara ae * A Tae we eee + ee ee ee ei oe te ae pete acre 2 pa aN ee eae = ey her = yt ~— ets e Ne F n) tee g er ve 1 ee yee oe ae eS P2- ‘i —, ves ‘ ‘> = faa enn eRe AD eA {BEN Wy re a aes “You little devil,” he muttered. “You big devil,’ she replied. “You start anything again with me, and Pll tear the windpipe out of your throat. That goes for the Chinese, too. Now don’t make any mistake.” He dissembled at once and turned toward her pleadingly. ‘‘ My dear,” he said humbly, “ you are very quick- tempered. For myself, I can readily forgive you. If I seemed to offend, it was not intentional; but with all my heart I wish to urge you to control yourself with Ah Long. “With him you are dealing with no ordinary man. I am sure that when morning comes he will find ways to make you realize your situation. I can see what’s coming, if you do not, and it was solely in your interests that I have offered myself, and all that J have, my name, and my life, to protect you.” She folded her arms and stood above hint’ “ You’re a damned liar, Quim- by,” she said stoutly. He turned his head away wearily and shook it slowly. “Too bad, too bad,” he murmured, “and my sole thought was to save you.” With an affectation of resigned patience and of affronted righteousness he rose and began ruefully rubbing his lips, where the swelling was rising from the impact of her blow. She stood thinking rapidly. Morn- ing! It was a cue for her to follow. They were planning something for the morning. Well, that was reassuring. Better wait for morning. By now the night was black. She would feel much better equipped to meet what she had to meet in daylight. Quimby was wetting his handker- chief from the water in the carafe on the sideboard and dabbing at his lips, his back to her, as she said to him: “There are two staterooms on the Stingaree, are there not?” ee VYes.”’ “Then there is one that is not oc- cupied by Ah Long.” ete oan commen eek ce com j : fo ead at ep ie a ey wae | Ota ; eos f i > Hes ETA OP.o MURS * 4. tag OGLE ee Ae eh Be re ine “Oa “<a a i ‘ Lo? {2 — Oe = 4 a2 :