Argosy All-Story Weekly, May 5, 1928 — page 136: what you’re looking at

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702 damn hot weather makes me kinda peevish sometimes. Just forget it. And to show you my heart’s in the right place, I'll take you to a dump I know about in Honolulu and blow you to one of the swellest feeds you ever ate. Then I'll show you the town.” “You'll show us the town,” re- turned Hankins, “ but we'll pay for the feed, see?” His tone was firm. “Oh, all right—if you feel that way about it,” agreed Blacky. He paused and frowned, then went on confidentially: ‘To tell you the truth, boys, I got a wireless from my little sister back in Santa Rose. She's been sick an’ wants me to send her some money from Honolulu. Poor kid! And the hell of it is that Pve only got five dollars left outa my last pay. { don’t know what to do abont send- ing her that jack.” Hankins gave Andy a meaning look, then exclaimed: “Well, if that’s all that’s worryin’ you, Blacky, I’ve got nearly a hundred bucks saved up and Andy here’s got some. We can let you have a hundred and you can cable it to your sister when we get to Honolulu.” “ Sure!’ agreed Andy. — , He chuckled inwardly. Wasn't Blacky worth twenty-five hundred to them? It would be a hundred well spent to keep on the good side of him and make it all the easier to steer him over to police headquarters in San Diego. 7 “Well, that’s sure mighty fine of you fellows!” Blacky exclaimed. +“ I can let you have the money back in three or four months. And to think I was rotten enough to pick a fight with two swell guys like you!” “Forget it,’ admonished Hankins, “ Sure—forget it,’ echoed Andy. IV, TS7REE days later, the Falcon round- ed Diamond Head and came to anchor in Pearl Harbor. ARGOSY-ALLSTORY WEEKLY. At four thirty, Andy, Hankins and Blacky rejoiced at learning that they were among the fortunate ones to be allowed shore leave that night. As a motor boat bore them land- ward, the three men took in the sur- rounding landscape with admiring eyes. The sinking sun had painted the bulk of Diamond Head with tints of orange and yellow. To the north, rice fields and plantations stood out like patchwork quilts against the slopes of KKoolau Mountains. Straight ahead lay the docks, with ships and steamers moored beside long sheds; and beyond the far-famed Punch Bowl could be discerned. As the trio pushed their way across the wharf through throngs of Hawai- ians, Japanese, Portuguese and Amer- icans, they were greeted with low . “ Alohas,” and pretty brown-skinned girls encircled their necks with bright colored leis. Upon reaching the business district, Andy and Hankins placed in Blacky’s hand the hundred dollars they had agreed to loan him. “ Thanks a million, fellows,” he said gratefully. ‘“‘ Wait here until I duck into the telegraph office.” After he had disappeared, Andy said, dubiously: — “ Hank, do you think we’ll ever see that jack again?” “Will we?” returned Hankins, grin- ning. “ Tl tell the world—and twenty- four hundred to boot. It’s just an investment, boy, don’t worry.” When Blacky finally reappeared, they joined arms and he led the way to Nuuanu Avenue, which they traversed until they came to a low, widespread frame house which stood well back amid a grove of papayas, monkey-pods_ and kukui trees. “This is Portuguese Pete’s dump, what I was tellin’ you about,” ex- plained Blacky. Upon entering they found them- selves in a large room with white plas- EOMIE LOOKS (E@)