Adventure, November 1915 — page 75: what you’re looking at

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The Road’s End burned gold. Addams tried to lead the talk to thoughts that were closer to his heart, but the girl, now that the quest was over, seemed strangely shy. Up the com- panionway came the scent of a cigar, fol- lowed by Winton’s tenor, between the puffs: “Fifteen men on a dead man’s chest, Yo-ho-ho! and a bottle of rum!” ‘Jim gloating over the treasure trove,” laughed Addams. 73 “Just what is treasure trove, Archer?” she asked. He saw his opportunity, and the girl knew by the look in his eyes he was no longer to be denied. “Treasure trove?” he answered. . “Gold to some people—Tuan Yuck, for instance, back there on the reef. To Jim, I fancy it means Miss Belmont, and for me— you!” | Peggy surrendered herself to his arms. oy ROBERT J PEARSALL Author of “The Reformation of Carabao,” “‘Gallagher of Heavenly Peace,” etc. > NCE upon a time They That Rule in Pekin, stricken with a 4 sudden mad zeal for harmony, decreed that no more games of strength or skill be fought out between their several commands. Busy as the town patrols were during the months that fol- lowed, the hospital apprentices were even busier. Drop a thousand odd armed men, sworn to fealty to half a dozen different flags, down inside a single great walled enclosure, separate them according to nationality by other walls, stimulate their inborn pride of race with martial music, vari-colored uni- forms and not always veracious traditions, and you will shortly be thanking the god of sports for his provided safety valves. Baseball, football, track meets and the like are good; competitive drills and the Tartar Wall hike, being more closely akin to the’ soldier’s profession, are better; but the contest that stirs the foreign section of é Pekin to such a tense pitch of enthusiasm that even the stolid coolie mind is affected thereby, is the annual rifle match. Sergeant Doran, to his very great de- light, reached China with his detachment shortly before the opening of the target season. He was an old-timer, and things military meant more to him than to most men. So old an old-timer was he that he had three times refused retirement to civil life, with the rank and pay of sergeant- major. Still, one look into his eyes would have warned any man not to spéak to him of age. His spare body was still most aggressively erect, his gray hair kept closely cropped, his gray beard shaved daily to the vanishing point, and his voice held sternly to the resonant tones of twenty years before. One growing weakness he had, however, and that probably because he did not recog- nize it as a weakness. Of late he had been inclined to overmuch -reminiscence. His Eomichbooks