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Hod2 men came out, Ellis Turner in the lead. ‘Bert rightly supposed that the other two were Spigot and Warren, the victorious candidates. They hurried to where the carriage stood waiting, and Bert watched ~ them covertly, pretending interest in the conversation of Fred, Hill, and Dyer. “Oh, daddy, I’m so glad you won!” Sara cried, leaning over to kiss her fa- ther. ‘ Congratulations, Mr. Spigot.” Then Turner’s voice: “TI told you that you needn’t worry, Sara. That young drunkard couldn’t beat us out.” Bert flushed and looked at Fred, who, too, had heard the remark, and raised his eyes to Bert’s. Bert felt a hot wave of anger pass over him. He believed that Turner had purposely raised his voice so that he might hear. It was more than a statement; it was a taunt. “We'll have to keep an eye on him,” Turner continued in an unguarded voice. ‘““T understand that his record is pretty rotten. I’m really sorry that I’m partly responsible for bringing him among re- spectable people.” This story will be continued in next week’s issue of the ARGOSY-ALLSTORY WEEKLY, | ARGOSY-ALLSTORY WEEKLY. ‘Mr. Turner!” From the corner of his eye Bert saw’ Ruth Warren reach out to touch Turner’s arm. She did not supplement the single exclamation, but her eyes were eloquent. “‘ Oh, I know he’s standing there, Ruth,” Turner replied carelessly. like it, he shouldn’t hear.” Bert wheeled about, and his eyes met’ those of the two girls which were upon him. The men were standing with their backs to him, facing the carriage. ‘ Turner!” he called out, taking a step forward. Turner slowly faced about. “Did you call me?” he inquired. “Yes,” Bert returned quietly. here a moment, please.” ‘* Come Turner shrugged, and, with a “ Pardon ’ flung over his shoulder, walked to where Bert was standing. “Well?” he demanded. Bert made no reply. With lightning quickness he drew back his hand, and, with a resounding whack, brought down his open palm across Turner’s mouth. the consolidated title under which both magazines will appear hereafter as one. cated freighters and gingerbread liners, the Borneo seemed an antique from out of a misty past. She was a ship, full-sparred, graceful, |: these days of concrete hulks, fabri- and clean-lined from her tarnished figure- Digitized by Cio gle = Original from (COA [|C 6) 0)(O) head to her taffrail. ports as Sydney, Longtown, New Caledonia, Pitcairn and Valparaiso. Her owners were a Scotch firm of South Sea traders who, despite the lure of north- ern ocean rates, maintained a regular line She sit in at such “Tf he doesn’t : SS (C@) THE OHIO STATE UNIVERSITY