Adventure Magazine Cover, February 3, 1921 — page 117: what you’re looking at

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Zozomee once taken to apprehend him. Added zest was given to the chase when Hawkins, an old confederate of the Major’s, turned queen’s evidence and stated that he had watched the Major hide some diamonds i in his tent. “Jim, the Major’s Hottentot servant, was arrested at one of the compounds and taken by troopers Blake and Sims to the Major’s tent, intending to make him show where his baas hid the diamonds. “Suddenly, while they were cross-ex- amining the native, the tent collapsed on top of them, entangling them in its folds. When they finally extricated themselves it was to find that their prisoner had vanished, their horses galloping back to town; while in the distance, and in the opposite direction, was a cloud of dust which told only too plainly that the Major had escaped the arm of the law once again. “Colonel Hammond, the chief of police, who is down here on inspection duty, tells us that on the day of the Major’s escape he received through the mail a large glass paper-weight, on the top and bottom of ' weight. 1@ & which were pasted portraits of the Major. Enclosed with the paper-weight was the following letter, couched in the Major’s well-known style: Dear amd honored Chief: I foresee that I am about to take a long journey. Will you therefore accept the enclosed as a me- mento of, I have the honor to be, Sir, Your Obedient Servant, - Toe Major. P.S. Some day I shall come back for the papér- I hope you will keep it safe for me. “Colonel Hammond is highly delighted with his present and thinks that for once the Major has overreached himself. ‘““ “We have always wanted a portrait of the Major,’ he said, ‘and now I have one that will always be before me when I sit at my desk. You may rest assured that when the Major r does call for his paper-weight I will give it to him and,’ the colonel added with a sly smile, ‘perhaps I'll give him something else—who knows?’ ”’ pn | 7 OR OLOMEF Ly Gordon Youne Author of “Wild Blood,” “Rich Crooks,” etc. ASPER P. -KASE, LOANS, in simple black lettering appeared on the glazed door of the -room to the right of the elevator on the second floor of a third-class office-build- ing known as the Dunkart Block. A maker of artificial limbs, a manufactur- ing jeweler, an oil company operating largely by mail, a pair of painless dentists, a shyster or two, a trading-stamp agent and such, made up the assortment of frayed, grayed, baffled, bluffing or furtive men that dodged “CONNICLO® S (C@