Adventure Magazine Cover, October 1911 — page 42: what you’re looking at

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

988 “Oh, just keep on bringing your géld!”’ said Manahan, smiling fatuously at Carmel- ita. “Tl tell you when I’m all in.” ‘“‘Den it should be dat Miss McCann helps me carry in der chars, vile you look oud for de money. Come on, miss.””? And Jim led the way into the little shack. Once out of sight he turned to Carmelita and whis- pered: ‘What do you know about that? been tampering with the scales!” “Are you sure?” “Sure? Don’t you suppose I’ve been juggling this pickled lead long enough to know how much a Mason jar full of it weighs?’”’ Carmelita’s eyes danced merrily. ‘‘Oh, the wretch!”’ she said. ‘‘We’d better hur- ry back before he eats off the plating!” and she started for the lean-to on a run, fol- lowed by Jim with the remaining jar. It took the positive assurances of ‘‘ Herr Glauber” that he had no more gold to offer to satisfy the acquisitive Manahan, and Jim writhed internally, wishing that he’d brought a barrel, instead of a box, of it. After the Big Person had counted from his bulging purse ten crisp, new, one-thousand dollar bills and handed them over in pay- ment for what his greedy soul fondly be- lieved to be thirty thousand dollars’ worth of pure gold, he stood over Jim, fidgeting and fussing while that worthy nailed up the mineralogical specimens and trundled them down to the buggy in an old, broken wheel- barrow. He’s Adventure “SO PAPA really thought I went iy with the booty? Poor Papa! What a rude awakening he will have!” murmured Carmelita thoughtfully, as she watched the rapidly receding lights on the rear coach of the Night Express that was carrying Manahan and his precious box to Buffalo. Late that evening a golden-brown tour- ing-car, blazing its way over the silent coun- try road, slowed down at the foot of the Hermit’s Mountain just long enough to pick up a man and a dog. ‘‘Well, here’s your prize, Carm; though it sure beats me what you want of him,” grumbled Jim. ‘““He’s one of the bunch, aren’t you, Schnitzel, old fellow? Ill buy you the first delicatessen we come to, if you’ll only keep quiet.”’ ‘““There’s one in Benton. Is that where you lose him?”’ asked Jim hopefully. ‘““No, that’s where we lose you, isn’t it?” laughed Carmelita. ‘“‘Say, you might leave me those mangy whiskers and that bum Dutch dialect of yours. I’m _ thinking they’d be a grand basis for the scientific fund I'll be afther creatin’. Honestly, Jim- my, you were immense!” “Thanks. May I ask where you and that mut are bound for?”’ “Schnitzel? Oh, Schnitzel and I are going to hunt up Herr Reindecker in Den- ver, and persuade him that there are much healthier locations than this—for a Dutch- man who wants to make gold.”’ cComicloooks CO