Adventure Magazine, March 1916 — page 208: what you’re looking at

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206 dropped overside and, just as he had swum ‘out to the ship, the parrot wheeling above his red head, so he had swum back to the shore and made the beach, the parrot set- ling cozily down. once again upon his saffron shoulder. They were early astir and already started on the long-walk along the beach to the next nameless Kanaka town. They were gone, gone utterly, he and the parrot. | Kverywhere, since then, among all the South Islands, I have looked for William Hyde. But he no longer walks the burning beaches; he is gone from the islands. He has gone back to Borneo, I suppose—back to the jungle and the Jallan Batoe. The voice of Golden Feather of Flame has called him and, allured and irresistibly compelled, he has heeded, at last, that call. - But if he has tried to enter once again that Forbidden City of the Poonan, I fear me he is lost forever. I fear me he is dead there within, in that beautiful, terrible place —dead, but with lips that smile even in death. For his lost love’s arms are about Adventure him, perhaps, and they are together at last, and happy, though in death. . . . Ah, we will wish it so! And I fear me I shall never see William Hyde again; never again see the shell-and- pea man in the flesh; never again see my red-, headed white man of the beaches as first I saw him in Honolulu—a huge monolith of a man, with hair red as blood, his waist deeply pitted by the scars from two enor- mous, long-fingered hands, his shoulder a perch for a red-eyed parrot, green as the wetness of jungle, and his mouth open in the depths of that red dog-collar of beard, and singsonging now and anon: “Went Jallan Batoe. Went ’round and ‘round, and up the Barito to the Jallan Batoe. And then some, then some, bee- lieve me! Saw the red, red rubies in the Robe of Holies. In the Jallan Batoe. Saw the rubies and the diamonds and the pearls and the emeralds in the Jallan Batoe. And the God, the Green, Green God! And then some, bee-lieve me—cluck, cluckl’’ THE END A MAN AND HIS DEEDS by Donald Francis McGrew ‘Author of ‘The Guns of the Seventy-third,” ‘Chiquita of the Legion,’ etc. stabulary commission, young em} Gordon MacDonald was placed in the hands of Captain Brod- ney Drew at Iligan, Mindanao. Several raids, which were thought to have been committed by one Dato Pedro, had moved | S OON after obtaining his con- a the Insular Government to establish a new company of Moro constabulary near the Las Balas country; and a month or more of tutelage was necessary before the young ex-regular sergeant could be trusted to take command. Ordinarily, the eccentric little captain. Eomicboo S (E(9) *« ~~’