Argosy All-Story Weekly, Vol. 146 No. 4 — page 30: what you’re looking at

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

By H. BEDFORD-JONES Author of The John Solomon Stories, ‘‘ Comrade Island,’’ etc. A NOVELETTE—COMPLETE IN THIS ISSUE CHAPTER I. “Say quick,” quoth he, “I bid thee say What manner of man art thou?” in the year 1730, two men were sitting on a low stone garden seat beneath an orange tree. “ A horse’s head?” said Patrick Spence, and frowned. “ With no inscription?” “Tt needs none.” Dr. Shaw peered at the bronze coin in his hand, brushing the fresh earth from it lovingly. 2 As his spade and the dirt on his strong brown forearms testified, Spence had been at work in the garden when the coin turned | the grounds of a villa outside Algiers, eg? es yn of one who has labored hard. He had the piercing, far-seeing eyes of a Sailor. Dr. Shaw had walked from the city. He wore a camel-hair burnoose, which kept the intense sunlight from his lean, spare frame; he was a tall man, erect and muscular. One sensed something sweet and kindly in his smile as he regarded the coin. “ This horse’s head is inscription enough, Patrick,” he mused. “It shows the coin to be of Punic times. I have not a few of them. You will recall the lines: “ Locus in urbe fuit media, laetissimus umbra, Quo primum jactati undis—” The younger man broke in upon the so- Or re ’ arty <a as eae Roe ee comicbooks oe , ee , . oe 3° — Te AR - iar 7 jo Aue poe ee 4 wt —