Avon Fantasy Reader No. 8 — page 63: what you’re looking at

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Ss THE MAN WITH A THOUSAND LEGS © | 39 Part of me got back. I called for help. A crazy fool came out of the light house and stared at me. Five of my tentacles sprang at him. I couldn’t control them. They. got him about the leg. He lost -his head. Got out a revolver and shot at them. es I got them under control. Tremendous effort. Pleaded with him, tried to explain. He would not listen. Shots—many shots. White-hot fire in my body— in my arms and legs. Strength returned to me. I rose up, and went back-into _ the sea. I hate human beings. I am growing larger, and I shall make myself felt in the world. ARTHUR ST. AMAND. 7. The Salmon Fishermen [Statement of William Gamwell] There were five of us in the boat: Jimmy Simms, Tom Snodgrass, Harty O'Brien, Bill Samson and myself. “Jimmy,” I said, “we may as well open the lunch. ’m not particularly hungry, but the salmon all have their noses - stuck in the mud!”’ “They sure ain’t biting,” said Jimmy. “I never seen such a bum run of the lazy critters.” : “Don't go complaining,” Harry piped up. “We've only been here five hours.” We were drifting toward the east shore and I yelled to Bill to pull on the oars, but he ignored me. : ) , “We'll drift in with the shipping,” I warned. “By the way, what’s that queer-looking tug with a broken smoke-stack?” “It came in this morning,” said Jim. “It looks like a rum-runner to me.” “They're taking an awful risk,” Harry put in. “The revenue cutter’s due by here any minute.” “There she is now,” said Bill and pointed toward the flats. Sure enough, there was the government boat, skirting the shore and look: ing like a lean wasp on the warpath. “She’s heading the tug off as sure as you're born,” gaid Bill. “I'll say -we’re in for a hot time!” <2 “Back water!” I shouted. “Do you want to get between ’em?” Tom and Bill pulled sturdily on the oars.and our boat swung out in the direction of the west shore; and then the current took us and carried us downstream. A signal flag flashed for a moment on the deck of the cutter. Jimmy trans- lated it to us. “ ‘Stand to, or we'll fire’,” he exclaimed. “Now let’s see what the tug’s got to say to that!” The tug apparently decided to ignore the command. It rose on a tremorless COMIC DOOKS:EO