Argosy All-Story Weekly, April 14, 1928 — page 97: what you’re looking at

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Gold By KENNETH PERKINS Author of ‘‘ The Canon of Light,’’ ‘‘ Night Hawk’s Gold,’’ etc. When a good little girl was caught in the gold rush, it took quick, red-blooded men of action to fight her battles CHAPTER XXV. ‘WELL BE RIDIN’ IN CARRIAGES.” porthole anxiously watching the stretch of moonlit water between the ship and the Union Street wharf. The negro cook was lighting a pipe at the skillet of coals. The skipper, totally oblivious of his own plight, was wringing his manacled hands, pacing up and down the deck between the tier of bunks and the cook who guarded the doorway. Swope prowled in. Brass turned around, as if some ex- pected enemy had sneaked into the cabin. “Look here, Swope!” he burst out. “We got to get out of this. Where’s the gold? You ain’t got it from her. Then what ’re we goin’ to do? We'll [: the steerage, Tom Brass was at a all hang if we fool away the night like this—”’ “We're goin’ to find out where the gold is right now,” Swope said calmly. “So stow your gaff and watch me.” “ Here’s the coals ready, suh,’’ the negro said. “ All set, suh. Right here.” The old skipper did not bat an eye. It was quite obvious that he could not be scared by any threats of harm upon his own miserable carcass. He was be- yond pain of that simple sort. The sight of the coals on the other hand made Brass’s red-whiskered face blanch. The negro’s hands were trem- bling. Both men were much more ex- cited than the victim. If Swope had intended to torture the prisoner, he would have been excited, too—possibly frightened. But he in- tended no such thing. “This lubber don’t know where the This story began in the Argosy-Allstory Weekly for March 17 235 EOPNICLOOOL<