Adventure Magazine Cover, November 10, 1924 — page 101: what you’re looking at

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

The Primitive Method the object being of awkward shape, and Graham’s fingers trembling as if palsied. Finally, he took heart of grace, and flung it on the plates at the serang’s feet. “T’1I—I’ll no remember a seducer of wo- men!” choked the chief engineer. ‘“Throw’s cap—throw’s cap in—after ’m!”’ Then, none hindering, he stumbled through the stokehold door and back into the engine-room. Robert Graham, Junior, alias James Ker, was logged as lost at sea. Once more, his father locked himself in his cabin; but this time there was no smell of cigars. “Ts that all?” I asked. “Aye,” said McWhee; and went to sleep. HE WAS fairly gone this time; but ee I hada chair and a novel and a pipe, and I waited until he awoke. This was two hours; during which time I read one paragraph and a half. The rest of the 99 time was occupied in an examination of the face of McWhee; which in all probability bore a strong resemblance to that of Robert Graham, Senior. Same county, you know; same boiler works; same religion. There were many things to notice in that face—a lot of faces, for one. There was a distinct resemblance to John Calvin, and another to Abraham Lincoln; though that may have been merely a matter of warts. Then one was reminded, somehow, of ..geology and botany—of granite rocks, and of sparse, desperately vital heather over- growing them. -’ When he awoke, I asked him one question. “D’you expect me to believe that tale about Graham and his son?” I inquired. My drunken friend stared reproachfully at that blab, the empty bottle; wiped his mouth with the back of his hand; and then looked me in the eyes much as Graham must have looked at the serang. ““Aye,” said McWhee. ‘ ie! . Me A ee = SS _— CO = A lnNOOKS C©