Argosy All-Story Weekly, October 7, 1922 — page 15: what you’re looking at

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

ARGOSY-ALLSTORY W FE EK LY VoL. CXLVI SATURDAY, OCTOBER 7,1922 — NUMBER 2 By RUFUS F. KING CHAPTER I, MONSOON. T was the end of the northeast monsoon, that bitter, dreary wind which sweeps across the reaches of the North Pacific and the China Sea to chill the blood and hearts of seamen with its endless, drizzling rains; to breed discomfort, discontent, and thoughts of mysteries —of nameless dreads. Smooth, long-sloped swells gently rose and fell beneath a bank of thick fog that had closed in from the eastward. Some- where in the general position of latitude forty north and longitude one hundred and seventy east a solitary vessel pursued her course toward China. Peter Rutledge, chief mate aboard the American freighter China Queen, read the message scrawled upon a torn slip of paper for the third time. He was seated on the bunk in his cabin, his back toward an open 161 COMICLOo SS C©