Argosy All-Story Weekly, January 13, 1923 — page 135: what you’re looking at

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TARZAN AND THE GOLDEN LION, ment in silence, looking down at his dis- reputable clothing. “ Mein Gott!’ he exclaimed at last. “Look at me! Dis suit, vot it cost. me tventy guineas, look at it. Ruint. Ruint. It vouldn’t bring vun penny in der pound.” “ The hell with your clothes!” exclaimed Kraski. ‘‘ Here we are, lost, half starved, constantly menaced by wild animals, and maybe, for all we know, by cannibals, with Flora missing in the jungle, and you can stand there and talk about your ‘ twenty guinea’ suit. You make me tired, Blu- ber.” Kraski turned diegustédily away. “‘ Come n,” he said, ‘‘we might as well be mov- ing.” “ Which way?” asked Throck. “Why, to the west, of course,” replied Kraski. “The coast is there, and there is nothing else for us to do but try to reach ag ‘‘ We can’t reach it by goin’ east,” roared Peebles, “‘ an’ ’ere we are ’n that’s that.” “Who said we could?” demanded Kraski. “Well, we were travelin’ east all day yes- terday,” said Peebles. “I knew all the time that there was somethin’ wrong, and I just got it figured out.” Throck looked at his partner in stupid surprise. ‘What do you mean?” he growled. ‘‘ What makes you think we was travelin’ east?” “Tt’s easy enough,” replied Peebles, “and I can prove it to you. Because this party hére knows so much more than the rest of us we’ve been travelin’ straight to- ward the interior ever since the niggers de- serted us.” He nodded toward the Russian, who stood with his hands on his hips, eying the other quizzically. “Tf you think I’m taking you in the wrong direction, Peebles,” said Kraski, “vou just turn around and go the other way; but I’m going to keep on the way we’ve been going, which is the right way.” “Tt ain’t the right way,” retorted Pee- bles, “and Il show yer. Listen here. When you travel west the sun is at your left side, isn’t it—that is all durin’ the middle of the day? Well, ever since we’ve been travelin’ without the niggers the sun has _ been on our right. I thought all the time < -- — : ae re 2. * 23 0 ee ae ee ee AE a a ne he ee there was somethin’ wrong, been travelin’ due east right along.” “ Blime,” cried Throck, “ that we shave, never figure it out until just now. We've _ due east, and ‘this blighter thinks as ow ’e ~*~” knows it all.” “ Oi!” groaned Bluber. valk it all back again yet, once more?” Kraski laughed and turned away to re- sume the march in the direction he had chosen. “ You fellows go on your own way if you want to,” he said, “ and while — you're traveling just ponder the fact that you're south of the equator, and that there- fore the sun is always in the north, which, however, doesn’t change its old-fashioned habit of setting in the west.” Bluber was the first to grasp the truth of Kraski’s statement. : ““ Come along, boys,” he said. right.” sian. Peebles stood scratching his head, entire- ‘“* Carl was He turned and followed the Rus- ly baffled by the puzzling problem, which _ Throck also was pondering deeply. Pres- — ently the latter turned after Bluber and Kraski. “Come on, John,” he said to Peebles. guess they’re right. They are headin’ right toward where the sun set last night, and — that sure must be west.” His theory tottering, Throck, though he remained unconvinced. The four men, hungry and footsore, had dragged their weary way along the jungle 5 trail toward the west for several hours in vain search for game. Unschooled in jun- gle craft, they blundered on. There might have been on every hand fierce carnivores — or savage warriors, but so dull the percep- “Und ve got to “Hi don’t hunderstand it, but Hi — Peebles follawed = tive faculties of civilized man the most» blatant foe might have stalked them unper- — ceived. And so it was that shortly after noon, as they were crossing a small clearing, the zip of an arrow that barely missed Bluber’s head brought them to a sudden, terrified — ; With a shrill scream of terror, the halt. jew crumpled to the ground. Kraski threw ‘his rifle to his shoulder and fired. bushes.” another direction; pierced his forearm, Pee- he cried. “ Behind those Ebook And then another arrow, from — + VAIS d » 4 Ve eT Th ee LY NY HAL ee ea ivt ee ASS Via Vid com