Adventure Magazine Cover — page 58: what you’re looking at

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Fate 57 afraid that your father might beat you.” “Did I ask my hair back from you? No. I did not.” “T thought you might want them back,”’ he said banteringly, without looking at the girl, ‘‘and, as I happened to pass this way I just dropped them in the tent.” “You lie; you came on purpose,” an- swered Margarita. She felt a sudden pang as she saw the deep gash her whip had cut in the boy’s face. They looked each other over. The glint of his eyes gripped her eyes even more strongly than his steely fingers had gripped her a day before. The sound of a galloping horse was coming nearer and nearer. Her father was returning. She looked at Pe- trackio. He too had heard the hoof- beats yet there was no trace of fear on his face. Margarita watched the boy’s face while she measured the nearing sound of the hoof-beats. Her father must have entered the mouth of the gully. Petrackio knew that as well as she did yet he did not move a foot. He looked at her steadily. When she had heard her father’s voice talking to the horse and seen that the boy had made no move to leave, to hide between the trees, she called to him, trembling with fear: “Hide, for ’s sake, hide. He comes.” “T will wait for you on Sunday at the inn,” Petrackio said quietly before vanish- ing behind a tree. And as the bear-tamer’s daughter passed by the tree to which a bear was chained she felt that she herself was as a bear that had been tamed, or a trainer that had been tamed by a real live bear, tamed to do the master’s will, yet she was already unhappy, thinking of the long days and long nights between then and Sunday. IVE days from San Francisco the British steamer Sussex Bride sighted a small boat in which were three men, one still4iving and the other two dead. The boat, on which was painted the name E/ Dorado, was hoisted on board the Sussex Bride. The man who was alive was wrapped in blankets and dosed with warm brandy and water; the men who were dead were sewn up in canvas and buried. That same evening the eastward-bound mail-boat came up and the Sussex Bride, not being equipped with wireless, hoisted many flags and painfully spelled out news of. the disaster to the Hl Dorado and of the rescue of the man, Drixley. At four bells in the first watch the cap- tain looked into the spare berth where the survivor of the El Dorado was sleeping. “How is he?” he asked. **° Ell get better, sir,” said the steward. “But ’e’s been talkin’ to hisself about the ship bein’ afire.”’ The captain waited. Presently the man in the bunk began to speak in a low tone: CoMmicooolkS.se©