Argosy All-Story Weekly — page 83: what you’re looking at

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THE STRANGER He had worked free from it and cast it —a shapeless, flopping thing—to the floor, as Olivetta, the gun in her hand, whirled toward the window. ‘There was no time to take careful aim. He was already framed in the window, in the very act of leaping onto the balcony, and Olivetta pressed the trigger. The report seemed to knock the feet from under the stranger. His legs buckled. He pitched back onto the floor of the room, and Olivetta, with a scream of terror, fled for the door. She ran into the arms of John Hodge just outside. ‘“ Burglar!” gasped Olivetta. “ Oh—” ‘Let me get at this,” said John Hodge in an entirely matter-of-fact voice. ‘“ Keep out, if you please. Or give a yell or two to rouse the rest of ’em!” She saw a great forty-five, looking as big as a small cannon, gleaming in his hand as he stepped through the door. This was the weapon, then, for which he had instinctively reached when it was suggested that a gun be fired to warn the sloop of her danger in Hallyt’s Cove. In the meantime there was a banging of doors, a scampering of many feet, and TO U AT THE GATE, 709 shouts on shouts up and down the length of the house. Olivetta, shrinking from the unbroken blackness of the hall, shrank back into her room at the back of John Hodge. A sprawling figure was working toward the window. A gun spat fire twice. Two bullets crashed into the woodwork above her head. “You dog!” snarled John Hodge. And he ducked and ran squarely at the robber. io Even in the confusion of mind that went with that wild hour it seemed to Olivetta an uncharacteristic, wild thing for him to do. It would have been more in character for him to open fire with that monstrous Colt which he carried. She herself rushed for the switch and turned it on. When she looked again she saw the two men entangled for one brief instant on the floor. The weapon was knocked spinning out of the hand of the burglar. An instant later he was dragged to a sitting posture with the hand of John Hodge at his collar and the gun of John Hodge jammed against his breast. “No tricks now!” Hodge was saying. Olivetta found herself looking into the face of Samuel Chester Logan! BE CONTINUED NEXT WEEK Uv BUCK C MON , you—buck up! Don’t let thet guy beat yer sellin’, . vu UP E-]-u-c-i-d-a-t-e. Show yer gift ’f gab; Git yer customer— Git ’im! Don’t let ’im get erway. Wake up! Show ’im—tell ’im— Hold ’im—sell ’im— Thatter way! Success ain’t no esc’lator, An’ yer gotter clim’ er ladder—aup! Don’t tell ’*im—sell "Im. Shove out—broaden; Know yer goods—breathe deep— Yere livin’, ain’t yer? C’mon, you—buck up! Jack Hyatt, Jr. — ~COMIEDOOKS. a aa” : s 2s 7 — a a Pt ae _— — " com. ie hg ~ _ =. 2 eS fs nn eee