Argosy All-Story Weekly, April 18, 1925 — page 106: what you’re looking at

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ea oY y ¥ a lL, a § ¢ Vise . ae (PRL; By FRANK E. CARSON tening beach, Lew Ammon cursed the receding stern of the Molly M. until it became a mere speck and a blurb of smoke on the horizon. Turning then to vent a measure of his spleen upon his com- panion he discovered the latter sprawled full Jength on the sand—sound asleep. Lew swore hoarsely, gave the recumbent form a disgusted kick, and hunched back against the rock in melancholy contemplation of their plight. Three weeks ago San Francisco papers —one at least—had modestly announced that “ Dynamite” Breen, the well-known Eastern middleweight boxer, with his man- ager, Lew Ammon, had booked passage for Melbourne, Australia, on the steamer Mol- ly M. In substance this was true. Dyna- mite Breen was from the East, where he was more or less well known in fistiana cir- cles; and it was nobody’s business if the pair—lacking passage money—chose to travel fo’castle instead of first cabin. From the start the voyage had proved a turbulent one. Land-lubbers from: hair P rcsine against a rock on the glis- 256 to toe nails neither the pugilist nor his dap- per manager fitted into the scheme of things and all hands took vicious delight in telling them so. Incensed eventually to the fight+ ing point Dynamite Breen blew up with a reverberant bang, and when the smoke lifted most of the jeering crew were in the scuppers, the second mate was in the hos- pital, and the well-known Eastern middle- weight was in the brig. The skipper—a_ brother-in-law of the mate and also sole owner of the tramp, Molly M., decided to dispense with the services of the brawler and his less danger- ous but equally worthless companion at the first opportunity. Being a creator of op- portunities he forthwith veered off course, deposited Dynamite Breen and the profane- ly protesting Mr. Ammon upon the nearest of the many charted but little known is- lands in the Southern Pacific, and steamed merrily on his way to Melbourne. When Lew Ammon awoke—for he, too, fell a victim to the seductive spell of warm sand and lapping water—the sun was low on the horizon and there was a slight chill 6A EOmMIEHOOKS Eon