Argosy All-Story Weekly, July 1, 1922 — page 161: what you’re looking at

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got accustomed to the half light I saw. Yes, sir, I saw a million nice, fat contented cats! They looked as though they had just enjoyed a fine meal—of rats. ‘“Do you leave the doors to this here cellar open nights?” I asked the kind sail- orman. And he said they did. They couldn’t get away, he said, and it gave the cats a chance to run around the decks and mebbe catch @ few rats, in case there were any aboard. 951 Yes, ma’am, unless Jeff Parker has gone back to that rat island and is living in a tree, I'll get him. And when I do I am going to invent one of them one-man, self-starting torturing devices and apply it to Jeff in a most fatal manner. Why, doggone it, if I should hear some- body yell “ Rats!” right now, the chances are I would jump up and bite myself on the neck. That’s how much of a ratter Jeff Parker has made of me! By JACK BECHDOLT N one respect Captain Fog Horn Hood, master of the obscure and homely stern- wheel steamboat Puget Queen, begun to show his. age. His blue eyes, if somewhat faded, still could peer farther into thick weather than any pair of eyes on Puget Sound. His prominent and slightly bulbous nose could smell a reef or shoal or landfall quicker than any nose afloat. His voice carried farther and expressed a repartee guaranteed hot enough to blister the plates off any steel ship built. His wild shock of hair and scrubby mustache, which looked like a hard used shoebrush, had been white so many years they indicated nothing, just as. his face always had been red. But when Cap- tain Fog Horn Hood wanted to read writ- CO DOO C©