Argosy All-Story Weekly, July 7, 1928 — page 97: what you’re looking at

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

Fifteen Minutes of Fate FRANK DORRANCE HOPLEY come here = RANDFATHER, ; quick!” Bob Fraser turned expect- antly toward the cabin. As his sum- mons was not immediately answered, with one bound he flung his one hun- dred and sixty pounds of blond youth toward the door, shouldered it open, and strode into the little kitchen, where an old man, in blue jumper and over- alls, was busy lighting a fire. “Come out back,- quick,” Bob shouted. “I’ve something to show you.” Then, as the oldster did not move swiftly enough to suit him, Bob took his*grandfather by the arm and dragged him through the cabin and out of the door. “Look!” he commanded, putting a pair of binoculars in the old man’s hand. ‘‘ Look across to the other side of the bogland and tell me if you see the same thing that I do.” Grandfather put the glasses to his A fatal quicksand stcod between him and the train which was hurrying his brother toward death | —!fi ~ at (9 Ty ’ i i } / eyes and fumbled with them tor sev- eral moments before he got the range. “Well,” said Bob impatiently, “ what do you see?” “ Looks like there’s a big yellow streak in the hill that wasn’t there last night,’ said the elder Fraser, as he adjusted the glasses once more. “I can’t just make out what—” “Of course! Don’t you see? It’s a landslide,” interrupted Bob excitedly. “ That big hill has caved in and spread over the road. It’s lucky that it hap- pened so early in the morning, when nobody was passing.” 237 NOO|KS (C@ (E@