Adventure Magazine Cover, August 18, 1921 — page 106: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

100 clothes. When he finished up he was as bald as an egg and as bare as a bull-frog. It were a tarnation fine race, the best I ever seen.” He paused. ‘So she won it?” I asked. He snorted. “Won it! I should guess. She not only won that race but every other race that day! She couldn’t stop, she were bung-full of ’lectricity, don’t you understand? She’d got a whole stroke of lightnin’ bottled up in- side her which couldn’t get out nohow.” “Why not?” said the Kid. ** Cos of her rubber-pads, you mutt!” the ‘THE ey Adventure stranger roared. ‘“Ain’t I done told you rubber is the sure dope to muzzle lightnin’?” Van Doorn wagged his head. “It must be mar-vealious stuff.” “It sure is,”’ said the stranger, mollified. “It sure is, believe me.” Long John uncoiled his long length and stood up. “We believe you, pardner, we believe every word you say. But listen; for six years I’ve defended the Heavyweight Lying Cham- pionship of this range against all comers, but now—well I guess I know when I’m beat. Boy, fetch this gen’leman the belt.” The > ‘99 a D okie SMITH Author of “Man to Man,” “Claymore,” ete. The first part of the story briefly retold in story form. [t WAS on the night of my return, incognito, from France as a refugee to London, that I inadver- tently ran to the aid of a man who was beset by cut- throats. He turned out to be Master Juggins, an old friend of my family’s, and in gratitude he gave me succor in his home. But I was outlawed every- where, for I had first trafiicked’ with the Jacobite supporters of James, the Pretender, and then quit them, having wearied of popish intrigues. Master Juggins resolved to use me for my own good, and incidentally advance his fortunes also. He proposed sending me to the new continent of America in the interest of his trade and to assist in counteracting a plot by a certain Andrew Murray, influential in Government and trade circles. I accepted gladly; and so in disguise accompanied Juggins to a meeting of the Lords Commissioners. It was here that I learned how the opposition stood. Accordingly Juggins secured passage for me on the first boat bound for the New World. I sailed the following Saturday, and discovered to my disgust that Murray, his daughter and his fricnd de Veulle, a traitor whom I had once humiliated at Paris, were fellow-passengers. Murray was guarded by a negro, and I was on the lookout for trouble. De Veulle saw through the disguise I was wearing, and a quarrel started. Shortly afterward some one crept up behind and overpowered me. I struggled, but it was no use. I could not resist the snakelike arms which mastered me. One shifted swiftly to a grip on my legs. I was whirled into the air and dropped clear of the railing—falling—falling, until the cold waters engulfed me. Ghook 5}