Argosy All-Story Weekly, October 25, 1924 — page 91: what you’re looking at

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SEU ZV YNWild- ! ti j — Bid BY, ty if i} te wh \ \ arte nee YY é IW BORA \ ‘ 5-5 \ —Sas By KENNETH PERKINS Author of ‘‘ Queen of the Night,’’ ‘‘ Sundown Cafeé,’’ ete. CHAPTER XIV. HEARD IN THE MANGROVE THICKET. sloop farther into the tules till she found ooze. The bowline was made fast to a cypress stump. Then bidding his cabin-boy to follow and to keep constantly under cover, Cameron led the way. They waded at first knee deep in the tules and oozy water; reaching a mud shoal, and finally sand, they made their way on hands and knees along the spit. When within a furlong of the point off which the lugger was anchored, they kept under the cover of the reef grass until coming to a mangrove thicket. Here they crawled on their stom- achs, moving as deliberately, as silently toward the water again, as two sluggish alligators. (CF seen a and the boy poled the little It was pitch dark in the thickets. The prop roots formed an impenetrable mass down to the shore line. Through this Cam- eron and the boy could see merely the glit- tering flecks of light made by the moonpath on the black water. The lugger was invis- ible, but it seemed so close—because of those voices—that Cameron imagined that when the wind veered he could almost smell the oil of the engine and the sweat of the men. Certainly the voices, in that death-like stillness, were as distinct as if uttered just beyond that mangrove screen. “T tell yer, capting, I carn’t—not if you shoots me daid! Not me! If yer wants to have me on yer hands with a fit of ’ysterics, orl right! that’s orl—wot with its quiet and its stink, and these mists! Leave Parson stay wiv me, capting, I beg yer on me knees!” This story began in the Argosy-Allstory Weekly for October 11. 6 A 81 CORnICGLOOLK< This here swamp’s got me— (E@)