Adventure Magazine Cover — page 115: what you’re looking at

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Tippecanoe and Cougars Two “Nothing,” says Aloysius. get excited about.” “‘Wh-where is Lord Washburn?” gasps Bettina, all out of breath. ‘““Ma’am,” says Magpie, “I ain’t making no definite statements; but if he stuck on that silver-tip’s back, and if the silver-tip ~ can*keep up his speed for:ten minutes longer, Lord Washburn will be somewhere in Canada.”’ “Well,” says I, watching Magpie digging his heels into the dirt, ‘“‘that cabin won't fall down if you leave go of it, Magpie.” Ape but the door will come open, “Oh!” says I. “It likely will, but that won’t hurt nothing.” “Like it won’t.” ‘Meaning what?” “Both of them danged cougars went in- side.”’ ‘“‘Both —— cougars?” I gasps, and Mag- pie nods. “Uh-huh. I reckon them dogs got after them two cougars, swung ’em on to the trail where ‘the silver-tip was pesticating along, and the whole caboodle came to our party.” ““‘I—have—shot—with—kings,”” states a voice, and we turns to look at Lord Wash- burn. He’s a mess. I reckon that silver-tip took him for a sightseeing trip through a thorn thicket, and he sure got shucked. He’s got a half a shirt left, and that ain’t connected with his pants, said pants con- sisting of a waistband and a lot of streamers. His stockings are pulled down over his shoes and drag out behind as he walks. But he’s still hanging on to that one eye- glass. He weaves there in the trail and repeats his statement— ‘“‘[—have—shot—with—kings.”’ ‘He, he, he, he!” squeaks Tip. ‘‘ Pears to me that the king used a cross between a shotgun and a rake.” ‘‘Where is the bear?” asks Aloysius. Washburn screws his eyeglass tighter and licks his lips. “Rear?” he asks, dignified-like. “Really— er—I did not awsk it for an address.” ‘“They’re ‘hard to ride,’ nods Tip. “Danged hard.” “Tt enhances the difficulty if one is riding backwards,” agrees Lord Washburn. “‘The—er—dogs——” “‘Say, where is Mighty Jones?” I asks. “Nothing to 105 Magpie jerks his thumb behind him at the door. “You don’t mean that he’s inside?” I gasps. “He went in,’’ says Magpie, foolish-like, ‘“fand he ain’t never come out—yet.”’ “Wait a moment,” says Tip. ‘Lemme get this right. Two cougars went inside and Mighty Jones went in after them? Mighty’s brave.” ‘“‘No-o-o-0,”” drawls Magpie. “Mighty went in first; the cougars are brave!” “What might a cougar be?” asks munt maw. “A cougar?” parrots Tip. “A cougar is—a—a—naturalized African lion.” “In the cabin?” asks Aloysius. “My chance has come! I will picturize it. Lord Washburn, we will start our first film. This is a very good opportunity.” “Told yuh I’d find animiles for yuh,” grins Tip. “TI sure can do guidin’, can’t I?” ‘Yes, I find -you satisfactory,” grunts Aloysius, wrestling with his photygraft apparatus. He gets it out of the machine and sets it up. It’s a three-legged dingus, and on top of it he fastens a box-like arrange- ment with a crank on the side. “Hey!” yells Mighty’s voice from the inside. ‘Hey, out there!” “No hay,” yells Tip. ‘Whatcha want?” “Magpie!” yelps Mighty. ‘You going to let me out?” “Unattended,” admits Magpie. Just then a cougar cut loose a yowl you could hear a mile. Aloysius stops fussing with his camera. ‘Got ’em both!” whoops Mighty. ‘Buck, dang yuh, buck!” “Both what?” squeaks Tip. “Got ’em roped!” whoops Mighty, and our ears gets assailed by a lot of cat-talk which shows that them cats are sore. ‘‘Where are you located, Mighty?” asks Magpie. “On the bal-co-nee!’’ whoops Mighty. We’ve got a little loft arrangement built at the rear of the cabin, where we keep our extra supplies; but it sure wasn’t built for no Romeo and Juliet balcony scene. ‘“‘“Got ’em roped on the same rope, too,” brags Mighty. ‘Come in and have a look.” Magpie opens the door slow-like and peers mside. Then he turns to Aloysius. ‘‘There’s your picture, mister.’’ We all crowds into the doorway. Mighty COmiclboolks CO