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Adventure - July 1952
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12 ADVENTURE M AGAZINE
“ Bedouins, mon Commandant— the ones They tramped past the head of the long
we chased off. They're cremating the pris column of standing camels and approached
oners alive." the waterproof operating sheet that the doc
He lowered his glasses, closed them and tor had spread under a palm tree. There
cased them. was a small fire for boiling the doctor’s
“ T oo bad." The prisoners didn’t bother water, but it was guttering to white ash
Dax so much as the people who had been now, and the frail scarf of its smoke trailed
rescued from the besieged village and for low over the column.
whom he would be responsible until the
The colonel was w r i t h i n g , but he
column had fought its way back to Fort
wouldn’t whimper. He had grown old in
Flatters.
the service of France, but France had not
A small man, this Dax. A gray man whom been too generous with him. It had taken
no desert sun could redden for long. His him forty-one years to get a regiment and
restless eyes were ash-gray and his hair now, in the snake-swift lick of a lance, he
was agate-gray and there was a grayness was about to lose it. The cropped mustache
within him that he discussed with no one frosting the gunstock brown of his face
because he alone recognized it for what it seemed to droop, as if life were ebbing from
was— fear. the crisp hairs and leaving them faded, like
Lieutenant Catteau tucked his gauntlets withered grass. <■
under his left arm and took a cigarette from He opened bloodshot eyes and regarded
his leather case. “ It looks like you’ll be in M ajor Dax, standing over him.
command, if Dr. Jouhaux can’t save the
“ N o regrets, eh, Commandant ? ” He had
colonel.”
to whisper, for there was little voice left in
“ Y es." The knowing of that brought no him. “ Force the march all the way back to
elation to Dax, it only increased his fears. Flatters, Dax.” The colonel was keeping
He was desk-soft and Paris-happy and he his command function until the moment he
had only been down here in Algeria for a died, despite his agony. “ They— ” he
month. His tactics for the past two years twitched his head in indication of the dis
had been executed in safety at St. Cyr, with tant Bedouin smoke— “ will make your life
a pointer and a blackboard. You always unpleasant, but I believe that you can get
win, when you have a pointer and a black through. It’s a good regiment.” He closed
board and a classroom full of taut cadets. his eyes. There wasn’t much left for him to
“ May God damn the doctor’s soul!” struggle against, after an hour on the op
Catteau smothered his surprise at the erating sheet with white flame inside him.
outburst by spouting smoke. “ H e may win, “ A good regiment.”
yet." Dax knew that was a lie and Catteau
“ W e’ve lost too much time already.” knew it too, and so did the colonel. Catteau
The time had been lost because Dr. Jou faced away from the operating sheet and
haux had had to open the colonel’ s abdo looked at the regiment standing there— two
men to get the Bedouin lance tip out. He hundred and eighty legionnaires, twenty of
got it, but it wasn’t going to be any good, them double-mounted with twenty Euro
and the doctor knew it and the colonel peans, male and female, who had lived in
knew it and, now, Dax knew it. H e had this village until the Bedouins surrounded
not expected to succeed to the command of it— two hundred and eighty men packing
this relief column, because it was beyond thirty rounds of ammunition each, and not
the realm of his thinking that a colonel of another cartridge to be had for love or gold
the legion could be killed in action. Lieu this side o f the Wadi Draa.
tenants, yes. Captains, sometimes. But -O ne solid hour of riflery left in them—
field grades! about nine thousand rounds. Put it that
A rat-gnaw of worry began within him, way and it’s a lot, but say that recruit train
because without the rock-like presence of ing is only half-completed and that the regi
the colonel some of the confidence went out ment is down to quarter-strength and that
of Dax and left a miserable, piddling uncer it averages but two expert marksmen per
tainty in its place. troop, and nothing lies between it and a
“ Catteau, come with me. I’ve got to messy death except knuckles and gun butts.
know." Dr. jouhaux knelt, and the colonel
SOUL OF THE LEGION 13
opened his eyes and smiled. It was not when he went to the well for more water,
courage or a last fillip to the past that just before we arrived— he must have melt
brought that smile, but the gnome-like im ed down to a fine pile of fat.”
age of the doctor with his beard in a bag. The precision of Catteau’s schooling re
Jouhaux always said that he’d never take mained stubbornly untarnished, and he ex
the field without his beard-bag, because it cused himself and walked to the column
would require until retirement to comb the and took Judy’ s broad, rubbery nose and
sand out of it if he wore it naked. Jouhaux stroked it cautiously. Judy was a camel.
started to place gentle hands to the colonel’s She was Catteau’s camel. He was highly
wound, but death came in from the shadow respectful of her, though he did not love
of the palms in that instant. So the doctor her, because no man in his right senses ever
rose and rolled down his sleeves and eyed loves a camel. Camels are too much like
the brass sun. mothers-in-law, or octopuses. They await
“ Y ou had best put a burial detail to their chance slumbrously; they will wait
work.” H e nodded sideways. “ Bury him for weeks if need be, until the moment
with the others over there, with those who comes to strike— they strike swiftly, infect
died with him.” ed teeth blade-sharp.
“ Yes,” D ax said. “ Then we can move Lt. Catteau rubbed his butt tenderly
out.” where Judy had nipped him the week be
He looked at the long column, frowning fore, at Fort Flatters. He told her, “ M y
horribly. In its first fire-fight here at the girl, you stink and you’re evil, but by the
village, the regiment had done well. It had good Lord, you can travel.”
first marched two hundred kilometers in Judy peeled back her upper lip and
twelve days, and when you consider that it squirted saliva, but Catteau ducked.
had to follow winding ridge lines all the
time, that is very good marching. Then it M A JO R D A X got the all-
had relieved the besieged village and chased clear from the burial detail, and
off four hundred Bedouins and lost only six came with Dr. Jouhaux to the
men— seven now, with the colonel— in the column. The doctor cut and lit
doing of it. So far so good. But— and this a cigar, staring the length of the regiment,
was why Dax was frowning— it had at sensing some of D ax’s fear and attempting
tacked raggedly, with no held formations, to find it. He found it in Rene Prudhomme,
and had conducted itself more in the man who was perched loftily at the head of the
ner of schoolboys than of disciplined sol Second Troop with one hand on hip and
diers. the other poising rifle on thigh. Hand
And Bedouins always retreat when at some as sin, young Prudhomme, with flash
tacked anyway, and then reorganize to ing eyes and a graceful manner, which si
counter-attack. So chasing them off was lently proved that his years at St. Cyr had
not so much to the regiment’s credit as it not at public expense imposed a surface pa
seemed. tina of manners upon a yokel. Prudhomme
The burial detail was finishing with the had been born a gentleman.
colonel’s body, and the full weight of com The doctor thought that it was too bad
mand hit D ax’s shoulders and pressed them that he had been cashiered out of the Acad
down. His fears rose. He was afraid, first, emy just before graduation, but those
for himself, because he knew his own weak things happen. Cadets get kicked out, colo
nesses; second, he was afraid of Legion nels get killed, lieutenants get bitten in the
naire Prudhomme, who would kill him un derriere. C’est VLegion d’Etrangeres.
less he killed Prudhomme first; and thirdly Then Dr. Jouhaux, taking his camel,
he was afraid of the Bedouins, who were Marie Antoinette, by the nose ring, saw
now completing the cremation of the cap Recamier, the American. Nobody knew
tured people. The horizon smoke was turn Recamier’s real name but himself and, of
ing from oily brown to greasy gray. course, no one was asking. But everyone
Dax attempted a jok e: “ Very important knew that he was an American, and came
roasts in that oven, eh ?” from some place with the impossible name
Catteau said nothing. of Shicageaux. The doctor liked Recamier
“ That notary— the fat one they captured because he once had finished a training
ADVENTURE M AGAZINE
march without a whimper when his socks The doctor pulled Marie Antoinette
had long since melded with his broken blis down to her knees by her nose ring and
ters, and the doctor had had to cut the climbed aboard. She rose ungracefully,
weave from the raw flesh, and pick the lifting him high above Dax.
knots out with a hatpin dipped in brandy. “ Let me see.” Jouhaux didn’t have to
But there hadn’t been a whimper. say this, but he did not particularly like
The doctor could classify Recamier— and Dax. “ Lieutenant Catteau and that man
Prudhomme, too— far better than they could Prudhomme— they were classmates at the
classify him Academy, no ?”
Men join the legion for a variety of rea M ajor Dax stiffened and his eyes seemed
sons— hunger, coming winter, a woman, to shrink into his skull. He yanked his
failure, theft, the bailiff’s knock. Or from beast sharply down and swung a leg up. “ I
an instinct for suicide, a death wish latent never discuss the personal affairs of my
in all men. Whatever they join for, they men, and I do not choose that my officers
get In Recamier’s case it was security. shall.” He ordered his point. flank*«« and
Jouhaux could see a boy kicked around the rear screen out.
slums of Shicageaux without the sustaining You could smell the column as it stood
strength to hit back. Malnutrition from there mounted and waiting. The warm
birth, the doctor supposed. So Recamier rancidity, the leather, the nitrogen of cam
had joined a system and conformed to it els; the heavy sourness of men unbathed
gratefully for twelve days now Had you been near
In Prudhomme’s case it was revenge. He the center you would have caught the faint
wasn’t raw, there was no drink shadow in scent of sandalwood and soap and verbena,
his eyes and his hands were not soft Nor for the women and their belongings rode
had he come from prison, for his skin was in the center.
healthy and his shoulders were high. The They were not, to a Frenchman’s eyes,
legionnaire now known as Prudhomme— notably desirable women, because women
the doctor had divined his real name, and who share their husbands’ commercial ex
Major Dax knew it anyway— had to be istences on the Sahara do not hold such
close to his quarry, Dax. There might have beauty as they might have possessed, nor
been a chance to kill Dax during the chas do they acquire a beauty they were not born
ing of the Bedouins from the village, but with But one there was who sat rigidly
the regiment had attacked so loosely that with old Sergeant Lejeune in his saddle, ig
several men would have seen the act And noring the greedy stares of the men.
besides, Major Dax had been at the rear, to
She seemed disappointed to have been
check on stragglers, he said.
rescued, and the men were beginning to as
The doctor started, suddenly aware that sume that she was cafard, sun-struck. She
Dax was speaking to him “ You ride near had been assigned to Lejeune’s camel be
me, Jouhaux. I’m posting a point and flank cause the sergeant was the oldest man in
ers, and a rear shielding screen. That will the command, and presumably he would
he the Second T roop ” not molest her She was young— twenty,
The Second Troop was the one Prud perhaps, and with taffy-colored hair tucked
homme Irelonged to, and the rear guard, on into a velvet toque. Her divided riding
the desert, is always the most vulnerable skirt showed just enough silken leg to
spot in any command. Bedouins like to hit cause men to think fondly of the only pro
from behind, fraying the tail of a column, fession that is older than the profession of
snatching at its leavings. arms Her name was Tania
The doctor asked, “ Lieutenant Catteau Major Dax faced around and stared the
commands the Second, doesn’t he?” length of his regiment The burial detail
“ Yes ’- Dax smiled thinly “ Perhaps it's was securing its sand-bright spades in
a hit soon for his first command, he’s only leather ring sockets; a breeze caught the
Iteen out of St. Cyr a year But with this cloth forks of the troop guidons and lifted
officer shortage, what can you d o?” them a moment, so that the major could
There were first lieutenants commanding see their insigne. He felt a pulsation of
squadrons in that regiment, and heaw pride, but only for a moment. Then the
oanded sergeants commanding troops fear returned and held him He was per-
SOUL OF THE LEGION 15
spiring profusely, the knees of his soiled faintly and, surprisingly, frightened him.
white breeches were yellow-damp and the D ax’s aid, whom he did not yet merit in
armpits and front of his blue tunic were rank but perforce had inherited from the
black. It wasn’t the heat because the heat colonel, completed his conveyance of orders.
.was d ry; it was D ax himself, and the acid The major lifted an arm and flung it for
exhalation o f his fears. ward and the column pulled itself into mo
The point and flankers and rear screen tion slowly, pulled itself together in one
were now in position. long slapping of hoof pads and creaking of
D ax said to his aide, “ W e won’t break leather; in one lengthy breath of sweat and
trumpet silence until we reach the fort, and flannel and gun oil and saddle soap.
then we’ll go in on the horn.” It sounded The horizon was threateningly empty of
gallant when spoken that way. D ax had smoke, which meant that the Bedouins were
heard the colonel say it, often. moving, too.
Dr. Jouhaux was thinking, This isn’ t a
schoolroom out here, Dax, where you can CHAPTER 2
jail, then erase the blackboard and start
again. L IE U T E N A N T C A T T E A U
had flung his thirty-two men in
M ajor D ax was saying to his aide, “ Here
a wide arc across the drag of the
is the order of my march, and please circu
column, deploying them in three
late yourself and convey it to the command
echelons of ten men, ten men, and eleven
ers of the point and the rear screen. First
men. Prudhomme he kept near him. The
and Second Squadrons leading, then the
echelons were necessary in order to get
civilians riding with elements of the Third
depth in a country that seldom was flat
Squadron, then the Third and Fourth
but mostly hilly— slippery hummocks and
Squadrons.” The regiment was down to
ridges of sand that offered thousands of
two troops per squadron, and no troop num
draws and wadis to any soft-stepping tribes
bered more than thirty-five men. Dax went
men who wished to set a concealed trap.
on, “ M y rate of march will be eight kilo
The lieutenant, as he rode, maintained a
meters today and twelve tomorrow. W e
pace that kept him stationed about five hun
will march ten hours a day on an azimuth
dred meters from the tail of the column,
of three fifty-four magnetic with a fifteen but always in sight of it.
minute noon halt for cold rations and a ten
He glanced at Prudhomme and said,
minute housekeeping halt each hour.” He
“ H e’ll kill you if he can, Rene.”
was speaking with the memorized formal
ity of an instructor. “ This column is fifteen Prudhomme laughed softly. “ Not if I
hundred meters long, which is very thin. kill him first.”
In case o f trouble” — he licked dry lips— “ we “ W ill you?”
will dismount and fight on foot, as infantry, Rene Pruhomme shrugged. “ H e killed
with squad cameleers holding the beasts my girl, then killed my commission by get
one-in-eight. This is Wednesday. I intend ting me kicked out on a false charge of
to raise Fort Flatters one week from Sun cheating.” Fury swirled crimson in Prud
day.” homme as he recalled it. “ He killed her as
Dr. Jouhaux was smiling to himself. W e surely as if he had thrown her from her
will trot through the gates with trumpets window. He called at her pension in Paris,
blowing and guidons fluttering and the you remember, and he was drunk as a peas
chapel bell will peal its praises to God, andant. She was found at dawn on the cobble
everyone will get a medal except me. I stones below, with a broken neck. It does
not require an active imagination to see it— ”
don’ t like trinkets, and besides, I ’ m going
to die soon anyway. . . . ' Something clicked through Lieutenant
The doctor had known that for som e' Catteau’s head and he felt better all over.
time. H e was listed on the rolls of the Le H e thought, Rene can do it and he w ill. . .
gion as sixty-three, but he was seventy- Legionnaire Recamier called from his po
nine. And he knew that he was going to die, sition on the right flank, “ En garde!”
which in a way was an advantage, because “ What is it, Recamier?” Catteau swung
most men don’t. H e wondered, not when, his camel’s neck around.
but how ? And an answer entered his head Recamier explained it in horrid French.
1« ADVENTURE M AGAZINE
“ A'burnoose, I swear. They are closing in.” air. One moment the desert was empty, the
Recamier smiled gaily, and his gun-blue next moment a file of them were sitting
jaws widened. He was squat and ugly, like their mangy beasts on a ridgeline. Bur
a horned toad, but he had steady eyes and nooses knotted to bearded chins. Lances
steady hands and he was very handy with held at the level. Muskets slung to backs.
weapons. Bandoleers hanging from shoulder to knee.
Catteau told him, “ Keep moving.” He It got the Second Troop in their stom
could not risk a man to investigate, nor achs, tightening their diaphragms, making
could he weaken an echelon by dividing it them gasp, leaving them cold in the pores.
for a search. That’s what the Bedouins A nd then the file of Bedouins heaved off the
wanted him to do. ridgeline and came in on fast and muted
The dying sun hammered the last of its hoofs.
heat onto the desert, and they plodded It is a nightmare at the time and there
steadily in the wake of the column, keeping are few details, but later it comes back and
their heads moving and their eyes alert. stays with you forever. The screaming and
Occasionally they passed a sign of the the hoofbeats and the bell-muzzled muskets
column’s existence— a crumpled kerchief, a coming off shoulders. The lances lunging
cigar butt, a blackened match. Camel dung. at you. The choking in your throat and the
They plodded on, grateful for the dusk that crash of a volley and a shot hitting into a
was settling like a purple veil over the man with the sound of a stick whipped into
lonely sand hills. mud. And your rifle bucking hotly and
Recamier snaked a hand down to the slugging shots into flying burnooses, and
ring-back release of his rifle, and pressed toppling one of them so that it sinks like a
i t He did not like what he had seen, and bag of old laundry and bounces once. More
he couldn’t understand why the lieutenant burnooses rushing right at you, stinking
hadn’t done something about it. But Re- of spice and camp-ash and bird chalk.
camier’s was not to question why, and if One of them thrashes over backward like
he lived through this hitch he’d go back a hoop, over and over, and screams out his
to Chicago with some tales to spin, and the life as his crushed lungs bubble up through
crowd at the poolroom had damned well bet the black craw of his mouth. Y ou put one
ter listen because the tales would be out through his head. Then you come out of it,
of their dull lives. Recamier— once Jerry cold in shock and trembling in the joints,
Leary of South Wabash Street— would go but the camels don’t come out o f it because
back to the Loop and spit full in the face they smell blood and they won’t stop whirl
of the town that had kicked him around. If ing. So you fight your nose rein and use
he lived through this hitch. He wouldn’t be your knees until you’ve got control, and
rich— he only drew five francs every eight you watch some burnooses peeling away
days— but by God he’d be famous. into the dusk, graceful as eels, escaping. But
Suddenly his knees tightened on the sad it cost them ; it cost them four down. And
dle skirting and he threw up his rifle in it cost you, too. One legionnaire has a
stinctively, though he had no target. Then lance through his stomach and out through
fear spattered over him like blown-out his spine, and what’s clinging to the lance
brains and he had to brace against it. He tip, caught by it, reminds you of spareribs.
couldn’t open his thrpat to shout, but he Lieutenant Catteau sent Prudhomme for
didn’t have to. ward with a verbal report, then reformed
Lieutenant Catteau was signaling the fol his echelons and passed the empty camels
lowing echelons up closer and shaking his up to Recamier on lead lines. The burial
arm to the right— enemy sighted. party worked fast. It was almost full dark
now, about nine o ’clock, and Prudhomme
Recamier thought, H ere it comes. I f my
came loping back w'ith an order to rejoin
damned camel goes down, I ’ll never get
the column for the night.
back to Chicago unless I catch a free beast.
If I’m hit, I’ll be finished unless a pal ties Prudhomme whispered, “ The major was
me on. If I break, Catteau will shoot me sorry to see me still alive.”
like a dog. And if I’ m a hero, nobody’ll no “ You won’t be for long if you continue
tice it anyway. D on’t try too hard, Jerry, . . . to rise in your saddle to fire. The trick is
The enemy materialized as if from thin to use the hump as a shield.”
SOUL OF THE LEGION 17
cence from the south. There wasn’t a sound Prudhomme didn’t try to sleep that night,
except the smutting of fires and the chomp for there was no sleep in him. He watched
ing of roped beasts. Then the Bedouin the fires crumble to coals and he watched
spoke, using a combination of French and the ghostly shadows of the civilians turning
Berber, the patois of the Sahara: “ This into their tents for the night, and he shiv
far have you come, but there is little distance ered in his damp shirt.
left for you to go. Our boast is that none of H e took the middle watch with Recamier
you shall reach Fort Flatters alive. It is a as his partner, lying far aflank o f the bivouac
l>oast written in the blood of our slain back with the thin wafer o f the quartering moon
at that village.” high and sharp above them. Desert birds
Dax had the school solution. “ Get that chirped sleepily— or what sounded like des
m m !” But no one moved. ert birds— and Prudhomme snapped his
The man swung a thin arm southward. fingers and drew Recamier’s eye from thirty
“ Behold that village n ow !” Then he shot meters away. He could barely see Recamier,
his arm forward, fingers snlayed, covering hunkered as he was in the sand.
the entire bivouac. “ Behold in your minds, He called behind his hand, “ That is
then, what you will resemble before the Bedouin talk, not birds. A lert!”
moon sets!" And then he was gone. He Recamier nodded. H e was thinking of the
melted from sight in the whip of his bur girl, Tania. She was cafctrd. right enough.
noose and the turn of his camel’s neck, as She had only sat and stared, speaking to
mysteriously as he had come. no one, refusing food. She wanted to die,
There was no pursuit— a groping chase Sergeant Lejeune had muttered, and R e
through the night would have netted noth camier did not approve o f that. Recamier
ing but confusion and a divided camp thought, If I could snap her out of it some-
strength. hozv, I might help her. Sure, she travels in
As Lieutenant Catteau remembered it officers' country, but there might be a
afterward, there was fear in the moments chance— ” He whipped his head around to
that followed. It wasn’t the hot fire of gun ward a rustling in the sand, like the sound
fire and action, but the icy kind that crawls made by a snake’s belly on grass.
through your veins and benumbs your brain, Prudhomme was facing Recamier again,
so that momentarily you are helpless where calling his name. The' only answer he got
you stand. No one in the bivouac moved for was a faint whisper followed by a sandpaper
perhaps a full minute, until M ajor Dax noise, as if a fish’s belly was being slit.
sank into his chair and wiped off his damp “ Recamier!”
forehead. Then everyone was moving and
Screams shattered the night— Bedouins,
chattering and milling together, actuated bv
throwing their hate up from their dia
the herd instinct of self-protection en masse.
phragms, tearing it through bearded lips.
“ The insolent son— ” Dax whispered. There were racing shadows and complete
The saying of it made him feel better. “ Are chaos and a clattering outburst of untrained
not the outposts for the first watch posted ? firing. Camels plunged past where Recamier
Get them posted!” His aide scurried away. was and loped toward the bivouac with their
He yelled at his orderly to fetch him a riders yelling their lust to the night. The
brandy on the double. His hands were shak thin outpost line stared open-mouthed after
ing. them, as if the raid were part of a night
He switched his eyes across the firelight mare and had no connection with reality.
to where Lieutenant Catteau was talking to The sentries had fired without sighting, and
Prudhomme, and it was well for Catteau now they were wondering why they hadn’t
that Dax could not hear his words. hit anything.
“ You have been detailed to the middle Prudhomme sprinted over to Recamier.
watch. This is another of his waysi” The man’s back had been laid open with a
“ I’d like to have him in the middle of the Bedouin blade from shoulders to buttocks,
watch-with me.” but he was still breathing. The sound of it
And that was all, but it was enough. A was that of water gurgling through a sink
pattern of understanding had been woven drain.
between those two and it would not unravel Prudhomme lifted him and jogged with
now. him back to the tangled fight at the bivouac.
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A squadron commander— First Lieuten stank of burnt powder and camels and
ant Boury— was running toward the picket musty linen and the salt horror of fresh
line, shouting for the elements to form on blood.
him and stand in a square. Suddenly the A woman was sobbing somewhere, and
lieutenant found himself alone in the path someone was pleading for a shot o f lauda
o f the Bedouin camel avalanche and he num.
sprang for the head of the nearest beast as Lieutenant Catteau put a securing party
if he would throw it like a horse. A lance to work on the cut picket lines and ordered
sank into his skull with the force of a steel a quick nose count of both humans and
pipe and his brains splashed stickily and animals.
blood jetted upward in flashing loops. The He remarked to Dr. Jouhaux, “ The
avalanche rumbled into the cross-picket and Bedouins pay off fast.”
through it and around it, frightening the le But the doctor hardly heard him, for there
gion beasts into a lather of plunging and was much work to be done in fulfillment of
thrashing. his contract with the legion. He bent to
Half a dozen men were down with Boury, Recamier first.
gray-skinned and filthy, their anger gone Lieutenant Catteau was trying to tear a
from them at last. The yelling seemed to gun from the headquarters corporal’s hands,
stand still in the night air, leaving echoes tugging in a sort of dance step, his face
that would be heard in dreams for years to furious. The corporal’s lower jaw had fallen
come. The raiders were lashing themselves from its string and thick black blood was
along the strung-out picket line like wind- sopping out of his throat aperture and
driven dervishes from a shot-torn hell, hack muffling the sickening pleas that were
ing and slashing at snaffles. There was a twanging from his partly shredded vocal
livid moment of loud fury at one end where cords.
a platoon from the Third had formed to Suddenly the corporal lashed up with a
fire. And then the raiders were gone, tak knee and caught Catteau in the crotch and,
ing a dozen camels with them and leaving freed for an instant, blew the top of his head
as many broken legionnaires in their wake. off.
The wounded groveled with bloody fin Dax was clicking his revolver stupidly,
gers at the ruptured sands, dragging them unable to realize that it was unloaded. His
selves in their agony, twitching and con aide handed him a clip of ammunition. Lieu
vulsing and vomiting. A civilian, an im tenant Catteau continued taking his tally
mense bearded man with staring eyes, fired of the stricken.
at the retreating raiders and tore the lower The gabbling of frightened civilians pro
jaw off a corporal from headquarters who vided an undertone for the crackling of
was running to report. The corporal spun roared-up fires, and half-trained legion
around awkwardly and sat down and tried naires stood dumbly by, caught in an un
to get his hands on his jaw, which was speakable shock that hung in the air like
dangling and revolving like a pork chop on the echo o f a beaten gong.
a string.
Lieutenant Catteau and Sergeant Le-
A man whose bowels were sagging into jeune and Prudhomme kicked them into
his breeches bellowed in deep animal agony, motion and sent them to round up stray
snagged a pistol to his head and fired. The camels.
pistol whipped from his hand in jerking re And then there was little left but Major
coil and he fell on it and lay still. Dax loading his revolver with unsteady fin
M ajor Dax came racing up with a re gers, and the girl Tania walking majestic
volver in one hand, shaking it as if he ally past him to where Dr. Jouhaux was
could conjure a target. He was holding his working over Recamier by the light of a
pants up with his other hand, and the braces sputtering reflector torch.
were flapping behind his legs. She asked, “ W ill he die?” It was the first
Everything seemed to stand still for a time she had spoken since the relief of the
minute, as it had after the Bedouin had village.
flung his boast at them. The moon-white “ Ma petite, in God’s good time we all
night was full o f faces and gabbling voices die. That is not spoken with sadness but
and rasping lungs; the smoke-laced air with the knowledge that whoever we are,
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whatever we do, we are merely nits sitting “ That is no excuse.” Sly interest flew
on a star.” across the major’s eyes. “ This Prudhomme
— he still lives?”
CHAPTER 3 Catteau couldn’t resist a small smile of
triumph. “ He still lives, and is unwound
T H E doctor was pondering ed.”
what to do. The best he had in The rough rasping of the doctor’s bone-
him was the jackknife-and-cat- saw was harsh in the night. Catteau eyed
gnt ability to make Recamier’s the dying moon and judged that it would set
moments as comfortable as possible', wheth within a week. He wondered where they
er they were his last on earth or not. He all would be, then put wonderment from
thought that if he could save the man’s life, his mind because it wasn’t healthy. M oon
he might even contrive to save his own. light isn’t radiance, it’s a state of mind, and
Good soldiers don’t die just because they’re beware of it. . . . Lieutenant Catteau glanced
sick— a useful life is greater cause for pride toward Tania and Recamier, and was un
than a useless death. able to understand why he knew jealousy.
Tania knelt to Recamier. “ Comme’ c’ est The bone-saw ripped steadily on.
va?” A t four o ’clock they moved out, glad to
“ Okay— sweetheart.” For a dreary mo leave their soiled and desecrated camp be
ment Recamier saw South Wabash Street hind. They rode through the heat of the
with its disreputable buildings and odors of day, lengthening the kilometers behind
horse manure and stale beer and blown them, running them down ahead.
leaves. He saw the poolroom where he was
planning to tell his tales, and he heard the Lieutenant Catteau rode with Rene Prud
gruff voice of Red Mike, the bartender: homme at the drag with the rear screening
“ Beat it, kid.” But no one was waiting for force, as before. They pointed in silence
erry Leary, no one would be there to greet now and then to a dottle that had dropped
im if he couldn’t go home. H e should have from the column— a shaving cloth, a pep
known enough not to follow the flag and per mill, a scrap of bloody bandage. A
whalebone corset stay, a well-chewed har
the music of the band, but he had no regrets.
If he went out, it would be like a legion ness strap that Dr. Jouhaux had inserted
naire, paying for the security he had gained. into someone’s mouth before cutting in. The
label from a syrup bottle.
H e was dying as a fighting man should
Prudhomme was saying, “ I’ll make the
die, with the blood creaming through his
clenched teeth and his sticky hands on his stinker fight if I have to— ” when there
came a shout from the left.
wet bandoleer— not like a feeble old man
in the back room of a boardinghouse with Catteau whipped up his glasses and
the rent overdue and the cops waiting with screwed the lens for a look. What leapt into
the city hearse for old Leary to die. focus was a double rank of Bedouins sitting
He opened his eyes and saw Tania bend their scruffy camels on a high dune about
ing to him, felt her lips on his sweaty cheek. two kilometers away. The lieutenant esti
Felt Dr. Jouhaux’s firm fingers in the blade- mated that there were at least one hundred
of them, or one-third of their remaining
split wound. Tania’s lips felt better.
force. W here the others were he did not
“ Hi, sweetheart.” know, but he could guess. He guessed that
Tania whispered, “ ’Alio, Shicageaux— ” they were preparing an elaborate trap some
Lieutenant Catteau came booting back where ahead, while this group watched the
from the re-rigged picket line and reported quarry.
casualties to M ajor Dax. And that is all they did for three days—
D ax’s nerves had been soothed by a watch. It tore at the column’s nerves.
double slug of issue brandy. “ Splint the M ajor Dax was glassy-eyed with tem
wounded to their saddles— they can still per, and kept sending his aide and his or
shoot. And Catteau— why was it that Prud- derly on futile errands. He was clammy
homme failed to give the alarm ?” with fear, and he would not let Dr. Jou
Catteau’s upper lip stiffened. " H e was haux leave him. Each night Prudhomme
accomplishing the rescue of a wounded stood the middle watch on the center flank,
comrade.” and each dawning he came in alive. There
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were no more night raids that week, because sound. The thundering rush of the Bedou
the Bedouins had enough camels for their ins was so close that it was on them, against
dwindling numbers. them, over them— a flashing brown sickle
Dax had the sensation that both Prud- that was cutting everything clean before it.
homme and the Bedouins were closing the The echelons grouped up and fired for rec
distance more swiftly behind him, were ord and the sickle curled mightily, as if it
conspiring to pile up against him and ride had struck rocks, and splintered aside in a
him down. H e considered drawing up spume of sand.
charges of treason against Prudhomme. He It broke away and to the right and swung
kept looking over his shoulder. around again and came frantically back into
For three days the Bedouins watched, al the flaming wrath of the legion. The Bedou
ways keeping out of range. During that time ins, fifty of them, were raggedly bunched
the column slogged north in sullen apathy, now, cut down in numbers. They were torn
all of the light talk and laughter beaten out and bleeding and chopped apart, but they
of it. Faces were frozen in continual anger, were screeching in anger and primitive hurt
and the non-coms were quick with the curse and they kept coming. They hurled them
and the boot and the fist. There was nothing selves at the echelons and created a mo
ahead but dread of the night and fear of the ment o f red fury, of steel on flesh and bul
long tomorrow, and the legion went cold and lets on bones and the wavering battle curses
silent under the treatment. There were that have no accent, only a strange wolf
quick fights, put down quickly with heavy like ululation like the trumpeting of gutted
fists. One such combatant approached Dr. camels.
Jouhaux with the sharply broken stump of Catteau took a lance cut through his leg
a tooth in his gums where he’ d been wal and lost his breakfast in shock. Prudhomme
loped with a half-empty bid on ; and the doc felt a sharp tug at his sleeve and stared
tor sat on the man’ s chest and drew out the down at the burnt rip where a musket ball
stump with a Darmschere screw, which is had gone through. He leaned off his saddle
meant for bullets. and jabbed with his rifle butt and felt it
North they trekked like a band of scare strike frontal bones and crush cartilage.
crows, leaving their trail-stench behind. H e reversed, lowered and fired, and a flit
There was no jasmine in the center now, ting white shadow spun over onto a smashed
no sandalwood, no soap. Rene Prudhomme face and shrank into the sand. Then Prud
watched M ajor Dax and the major watched homme was off his whirling beast and dodg
Prudhomme, and the tension between them ing through the fight to the legionnaire with
tightened like a coiled spring. Their eyes the exposed leg bone, and was hauling him
followed each other eternally, and looked behind a dune. Then he was on his feet
away when the eyes of the other turned. again with a reflex of thighs and a snap of
There was honed steel between them, held muscles, and remounted. But the fight was
pointed for the thrust when the moment over back here.
came. Something loud and confusing was hap
Tile fourth day was two hours old when pening ahead at the column— hoarse shout
the trap smacked shut. It shut on the rear ing and a woman’s steam-high wail and the
screen first— a tumbling of padded hoofs honking o f a hit camel. A spatter of shots
and a wild and coarse yelling and the clump racketed flatly; then there was a sharp
ing of bell-muzzled muskets. Prudhomme flurry of rifle fire punched through with
got off two shots and saw a burnoose answering musket shots. Then silence for
streak past with crimson on it ; and a mangy the count o f five. Then the whole thing over
camel rocked free and lurched away, squeal again— rifles and muskets barking at each
ing. other, this time louder.
A legion beast shrieked in bowel-torn
agony and went down kicking; its rider 5 C A T T E A U , his teeth bared to
tumbled off, dragging a green-white leg 6 the wind in pain, stabbed a fin-
bone behind him, cursing soprano in the pi ger northward. “ Get up there—
pain o f a ripped-off calf muscle. The whip- it’s a double-envelopment! I’ll
lashing of lances and the lashcracks o f rifles follow in a moment 1” H e twirled the cylin
met and swelled into one furious clatter of der o f his pistol with his thumb and it
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whined loudly. Then he proceeded to plug but if he had to wait, he would have to per
shots into the Bedouin wounded. Their form an amputation.
burnooses smoked when the slugs hit. The doctor said, “ Lie down here, Cat
Prudhomme signaled the echelons to teau, and put this strap between your
come up. “ One man wounded behind that teeth.”
dune— leg scraped like a turkey bone 1” Prudhomme flung spit. “ H ow does D ax
“ I ’ll get him— you start!” know it won’t work? H e doesn’t know an
The column was in trouble, though Dax ambush from a rush!” He reloaded, and
was being no help. H e was pirouetting his hitched his butt in his hot saddle.
camel and waving his saber, shouting unin D ax himself was trotting across the closed
telligibly and firing at the sky. In a paint march circle, swishing his saber mightily
ing for one o f the classrooms at St. Cyr, and puffing heavily. The major’s face was
he would have been a stirring figure. gaunt and drawn and he looked as if he
But two of his three remaining squadron would twang like a fiddlestring if he re
commanders were already dying— trying to leased his self-control.
unbutton their tunics, those belly wounds “ What the devil are you up to?”
hurt— and the third was dead in his saddle, Prudhomme was constrained— tight as a
arms dangling limply. T w o files o f Bedou spring. H e was taut in the muscles and
ins were riding arrogantly down the flanks there was a fanatical fire in his eyes as he
of the column, digging at them with mus measured Dax, and each of them was un
ketry that whacked into animals and equip comfortably aware of the memory o f the
ment with the sound of beaten rugs. dead girl that lay between them.
On someone’s order— though not D ax’s Then Prudhomme licked sand-split lips
— the column lost headway and gradually and said quietly, “ I ’m going to free this col
commenced to turn,, to curve back on itself umn so that it can march again. If it stays
and form a circle. A nd then Prudhomme here, it will wither and die.”
came up with his echelons and they got in The m ajor’s temper broke. “ Lieutenant
some stylish gunwork on the nearest Bedou Catteau— this man is under arrest!”
in file and bled it, so that it buckled apart
Before anyon^could move, Prudhomme
and fell away into mid-range. By the time
raised his hand to his kepi and swept it off
Prudhomme had nursed his echelons into
the circle, Lieutenant Catteau and the and in one continuous movement lashed it
wounded legionnaire were there, and the down across D ax’s eyes and mouth and
leg-torn man was given to Dr. Jouhaux for knocked him backward onto his elbows,
momentarily stunned.
some surgical roulette.
“ Y ou dirty little louse— if we both live,
Far up the desert in the smoky heat lay
I ’ll rip off your insigne and take you apart
the butchered remains of the point party,
with my hands, with no rank between u s !”
•which had been jumped and rushed and
blown out like the candles on a cake. Prudhomme yanked himself around and
blurted, “ Doctor— assist Catteau to a sit
Quick as the strike o f a match, Prud ting position. Lieutenant Catteau, please or
homme sensed a chance to avoid being sur der the First and Second Squadrons to
rounded. “ W h y fight like infantry, Cat mount.” And Prudhomme went forward
teau? W e’re mounted troops! Our mission and signaled the long, uneven line of the
is to find them, fend them, and force them squadrons— mounted now— into the heavy-
1rack! Infantry’ s mission is to fight where footed jolting advance that is known as The
it stands!” H e spoke his plan to Catteau, Charge.
who passed it to M ajor Dax, who shook his
head in the negative. The buckled file of the Bedouins who
were milling at mid-range saw it coming,
Catteau repeated the report to Prud and they prepared to fall back. But the
homme. „ squadrons, without actually getting into
“ H e says no, it won’t work, he can’t risk them, kept them off-balance with a steady
it.” advance that pushed them back across a
Dr. Jouhaux came over for a look at wadi, shoved them into the dunes, rolled
< atteau’s wound. H e pursed his lips and up their resistance, and prevented them
i >gged thoughtfully at his beard-bag. If he from reorganizing. There was. some sharp
could get at the leg now, he might save it, firing and there was one short chase, ana
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the squadrons trotted over two score Bed I ’ll give you something else to worry
ouin dead. about.”
Then Prudhomme remembered his tim " Mon Commandantf"
ing, and that he must get back to the circle Dax’s smile was almost unctuous. “ Send
before it was struck by the other file of at Prudhomme ahead alone to Fort Flatters
tackers. The Bedouins were getting cau for reinforcements. He can collect cooks,
tious; they had been wasting ammunition clerks, cantinieres. He leaves tonight. The
and had no way of getting more for their moon is thin, and there shouldn’t be much
muskets, and now they were saving their light.”
shots. First man off .the pickle boat! Lieutenant
Prudhomme was tired suddenly, with the Catteau looked as though the major had hit
deep fatigue that follows all action. He him “ But that is suicide!"
brought his squadrons back and went to Dax leaned forward. “ Damn your eyes!
Catteau, who was splined and crutched; Must T spend my life arguing with lieuten
and breathed, “ Name of God, get started.” ants? Do as you’re ordered.”
“ You forget that you’re under arrest, Catteau sucked blood from the raw seams
Rene. And so am I.” in'his cracked lips, saluted and turned stiffly.
“ What’s he going to do -pull our Prudhomme saw him coming and met
passes!” Prudhomme was refreshing him him halfway. Prudhomme whispered, “ Can
self with a cigarette. “ Start, I tell you! you get the stinker’s ear? I have a plan.”
They’re off-balance now and it will take Prudhomme drew Catteau farther away.
them three hours to get straightened o u t!” “ Did you notice the pattern of the attack
today? They first hit the tail, then the
Dr. Jouhaux finished packing his instru
front, then the flanks. Bien. Tomorrow— ”
ments. “ I ’ll start ’em.”
“ Rene.”
They thrust north again, and Dax never
“ A moment. Tomorrow, my plan takes
said a word of protest. The reins of com
effect. I foresee that they will hit with their
mand had slipped through his fingers and
greatest strength at the rear. Their military
he apparently was content to leave them
habits follow a pattern— what works once
loose. The column plugged north in the
will work again. So before dawn tomorrow
shuffling stupor that is the inertia of near
we will conceal ourselves in individual
exhaustion, when all will to resist anything
trenches and let the column start north. W e
is cut down to a whisper. They filed over
can hide eight getaway camels in that wadi
the fenceless, flung-out meadows of the des
there, with three men to escape on each.”
ert. and Catteau amused himself, in his
The rear screen was down to twenty-four.
agony, by recalling the colonel’s parting
“ The enemy will hit the rear in force and—
words back at the village— They m il make
wham! W e will be waiting for him! Sur
your life unpleasant. . . .
prise!” Prudhomme popped his fingers tri
At nine o ’clock the column circled into umphantly. “ When we have torn him apart,
bivouac with eight people wounded— seven we can hustle north and rejoin the column.”
legionnaires and a civilian, and five more “ Rene, listen. Dax wants— ” Catteau let
dead. Major Dax sat by himself with a
the order drift off. He was warming up to
brandy and a cigarette, withdrawn and aloof. Prudhomme’s delaying tactic, and in it he
Lieutenant Catteau passed the word to
saw a chance to save Prudhomme’s life—
double the outguards, and to refrain from or to extend it for a few hours. “ Wait here,
firing except at eyeball range, and to use Rene.”
no more water for washing. Catteau was
one of the five remaining officers, there be M ajor Dax heard Catteau out. The major
ing only Dax, Dr. Jounaux, Dax’s aide and swigged off his brandy and nodded.
two lieutenants from the Third Squadron, “ Assuredly. This Prudhomme can com
one of them wounded in the groin and mand that delaying action— he’s had some
mouthing licentiously about his lost trip to training in that sort of thing at St. Cyr, I
Oran. believe— and you can attach yourself to the
Major Dax called the crutched Catteau main column.”
to his chair—the major wouldn’t move— “ But mon Commandant— "
and told him, “ Since you seem to be assum “ Enough! I have told you before that I
ing the command function of this column. will not argue I cannot afford to risk los-
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ing another officer, and besides,-your wound downhill to half-pay and lonely retirement
unfits you for active command. And if Prud- and perhaps an occasional game of checkers
homme is lucky enough to regain the col with the local innkeeper. N o woman waited
umn after his ambush, he can start for Fort for the doctor’s footsteps, no child was his.
Flatters, tomorrow night instead of to A sudden twinge of conscience throbbed
night. And if he gets through to Flatters through him and made him remove his
he’ll be rewarded with a courtmartial for hand from his revolver butt, and a deep
striking an officer. That is all, Catteau.” sense of guilt was in him.
And Dax rubbed his palms together. Presently he strolled over to look at Re-
Catteau thought, All you need to be the camier, who was face-down on a rubber
perfect fighting man is a spear in your hand sheet. The doctor wondered why a man
and a ring in your nose, you— like Recamier wanted to live, and the won
dering o f that gave him something of an
T H E Y roared up the fires that answer for himself afid what he imagined
night, but the warmth didn’t to be his own plaguings. He stuck a ciga
seem to take. Everyone re rette in Recamier’s swollen lips, and lighted
mained cold and silent and it for him.
grumpy, held close by the bitterness that And so the night went over to dawn,
had settled into them. Mounted legion and in its ghostly paleness the column broke
naires are like camels in that they reflect the camp and writhed northward into a new
spirit of their rider, and if he is uneasy and day. It reminded Prudhomme, as he
uncertain of mind he transmits it through watched it go, o f a wounded python wrench
the reins. These reins had long since lain ing its way into motion and leaving the
slack, and the rider had become a brandy- clotted abomination of its nesting on the
soaked lump of fear. sands. The paleness wore itself down to day
Rene Prudhomme was supervising a dig light, and the stars went out and the desert
ging detail at the trenches that had been became limned in gray lonesomeness.
laid out fanwise around the rear of the col The camel-holders in the wadi were hold
umn— or what would be the rear of it as it ing shirts in their hands, preparing to
continued north in the morning. He kept smother warning grunts from the beasts.
talking to them, walking from man to man, Then a Bedouin scout party rode toward
familiarizing them with the sound of his the trenches where the lower end of the
voice, for he would command this position bivouoc had been; more appeared from the
at dawn. And the men gave it back to him mists until they were spread across the
in hard work and small jokes. width of the camp site and moving into it.
He kept telling them, “ W e will become Presently they were close enough for the
like the sand itself, and give them a shock legionnaires to hear their nasal talk. Prud
their widows will hear.” But even as he homme fired in a signal to fire and the
spoke he knew that the column had about volley hit into them like a hay scythe and
one more fight left in it after this one, one dismounted a round dozen. There were
more long chance to reach Fort Flatters. howls of rage and surprise. The next volley
The core of the command was disciplined, blasted them as they bunched up— the third
but discipline isn’t much good when you’ve volley swept like a hot saber and left thirty
dragged your men through a meat-chopper camels turning riderless and frenziedly.
such as these had been through. The fourth volley lashed into the backs of
Prudhomme saw the exhaustion and an the retreating Bedouins, and the legion
ger and murder in those faces that were at naires scampered back to the wadi and
tempting jokes, and he realized that they caught up their camels and ran for it. The
were frayed to a point of herd-panic. Some dawn air was frosty with gunsmoke and
of them giggled from time to time, insanely. everybody felt fine. The Bedouins, low on
Dr. Jouhaux, sitting morosely by himself, ammunition and disorganized, hadn’t fired
faced squarely the spectre that had been a shot and they had lost sixty men.
haunting him for a long time— that his Prudhomme’s tiny command rejoined the
sands were running out, that it was almost marching column at seven o ’clock and re
time to go. He was now all that he ever ported. M ajor Dax had no jubilance in him,
would be in life, and from here on it was though— it was incredible to the major, and
SOUL OF THE LEGION
infuriating, that Prudhomme should still be “ Well, a curious thing happened today.
alive. At the suggestion o f old Iron Tail Lejeune,
He said, “ Prepare to leave tonight for I put Tania on Lieutenant Catteau’s camel
the fort, alone. You will organize a relief so she could assist him with his splint. And
party and bring it back to us.” do you know, the light is returning to her
Prudhomme didn’t bother to salute him, eyes, and she talks a bit more. After a week
he merely walked away. in hospital at Flatters, she’ll be as good as
Twice before the midday halt, the reas new. By the way, Catteau will keep his leg,
sembled Bedouins knifed into the tail of the and Recaniier will probably live. I rather
column, leaving the legion camels with eyes imagine that one will need all his locomotive
rolling white, tugging at their reins and power in order to pursue her, and the other
lashing hoofs at each other. Three more will require all of his backbone in order
French graves scarred the desert, and Prud to stand up against his rival.” The doctor
homme had twenty-one men for duty. There smiled in his beard, warmed by the realiza
were two more heavy raids in the after tion that the bond that is forged in the cru
noon that pumped the exposed flanks of the cible of the legion is the last one that a
march and closed on the rear and battered man becomes aware of, and the last one he
it mercilessly, leaving Prudhomme with ever forgets.
nine more dead and the remainder fighting Prudhomme said, “ Dr. Jouhaux, you’re
their frantic beasts with blood-laced whips. a sly old rascal— but maybe I believe in
Fort Flatters was still three more days God after all.”
away, but the column only had two more
days left in it at best and one at worst,
and everyone knew it except the camels, T H E R E was one more tactic
who didn’t care. They trudged on, saddle
girths steaming and whispering to the
steady thrust of belly muscles and thighs.
The day thrashed in brilliant agony, then
cooled to the death. The Bedouin boast
could yet make itself good, if their bullets
E left in Prudhomme, and if it
didn’t work, it wouldn’t make
any difference how many days
were left in the column. It would rot apa
and remain on the desert forever, a long,
irregular stretch of bones and rags par
and determination held out. tially hidden by sifting sands.
The column camped that night with four First he asked Catteau to pass the word
teen dead camels strewn for half a kilometer to M ajor Dax that he had already depart
behind it, where the beasts had tumbled ed for Flatters to get reinforcements— as
during the last raid of the day. The gagging impossible a mission as it was mad. Then
hot stench of them came up on the south he rounded up the remnants of the first three
wind and caused one legionnaire to mutter squadrons, about one hundred men. He
that if you could bottle that stuff you could si>oke quietly to the non-coms and told them
sell it to the Military Appropriations Com what he wanted done, and how. The non-
mittee o f the Chamber o f Deputies, for coms accepted his orders because they had
mouth wash. no choice— this Prudhomme who had the
Rene Prudhomme stood among the lieutenant’s ear was a devil, but a lucky
sleeping off-watch legionnaires, as if their devil. Luckier, at any rate, than either Cat
presence there could rationalize the agony teau or Dax, the last two surviving officers.
and turmoil in his mind and show him the And he was taking up the slack on the reins
way to reality. Dr. Jouhaux came slowly to o f command and giving them direction and
him and stood a moment in silence. control.
Then the doctor shook his head and said, Old Lejeune asked, “ And you will com
“ Dax is insane. Sometimes he is lucid, but mand this action?”
mostly not. Fear, and brandy, and this ten ... “ No, Major Dax will.” Prudhomme
sion, have all combined to gnaw at his winked.
sanity like hungry rats.” The doctor looked With block and tackle and raw-rubbed
closely at Prudhomme. “ Rene, do you be hands they dragged the fourteen dead
lieve in God ?” camels into a wide semi-circle around the
" I ’ve never forced the question on my tail of the camp, facing outward. Then they
self. I. suppose so.” divided themselves into two sections and
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hid them among the dunes, fifty o f them needed that the dead camels were merely a
under Lejeune flanking the left end of decoy to delay them. So they came all the
the semicircle of camels and fifty under way in— the last hundred o f them— and
Prudhomme flanking the right end. Hence took aimed fire from both blades of the
they were poised like the blades of an open open scissor, and broke apart and fired
scissor with the bait in the middle. Prud wildly, then started back. About half of
homme was still betting that the Bedouins’ them made the break-through, with some
habits would follow a pattern, and that as going down on the way, catapulting off
before they would approach the rear of their hit camels and bracing themselves in
the camp at dawn, drawn to it by curiosity the sand for a close fight with knives and
and greed. lances.
W hen the black heights of the eastern Prudhomme blatted the order to mount,
sky were fading to a pearl hue and the and pulled Dax up with him. H e landed on
slim fingernail o f the setting moon was a steel-cold saddle and started to boot the
sinking in the west, Prudhomme went to camel’s ribs. The legion flowed from its
Dax’s blanket and pulled him out o f it and dunes and started a long and noisy chasse.
slapped his mouth. H e had been waiting There were fights that exploded southward
for this moment for a year. like strings o f firecrackers— fights in the
“ Come on, you son— ” sand with clubbed rifles and lances and pis
The image o f a dead girl flickered be tols, fights at the gallop with axes fending
tween them for one instant, then was gone muskets and muskets swiping at sabers. A
into eternity. legionnaire was leaning far off his saddle to
Dax started to sputter and kick, and cut into a flapping burnoose, when he took
Prudhomme got a grip on his windpipe and a lance through the neck and cart-wheeled
squeezed. As it was told afterward by the o ff and was kicked to pulp by following
survivors of that march, the thing was camels until his head hung loose like a
comical though nobody understood it at the knotted towel. The chasse broke into doz
time— Dax twisting and thrashing and ens o f small actions that no one could hear
voiceless, being propelled across the camp clearly because of the overall detonations
like a helpless doll by Prudhomme. N o of weapons and voices and bleating beasts.
one interfered, for one does not intrude There was no pattern or order to it, it was
upon the personal affairs of officers, and a crazy melee of racing shadows in the
the column had come to think of Prud dawn. . . .
homme as an officer and as a first-class Dax, held cross-saddle o f Prudhomme’s
fighting man. And the column despised plunging, rocking beast, was trying to get
Dax. at his revolver when something hit his head
Rene sat on the major and held him face with the sound of a kicked cigarbox and
down in the grit until the column, with he was torn off the saddle and dumped onto
its single squadron escort, had moved out the desert where he rolled over and over,
on Catteau’s weak o rd er; until it had drawn like a hoop, until the lance shaft in his
itself north again like a ragged band of skull caught in the sand and held him there,
imperishable shades. A nd then Prudhomme grinning and dead.
drew Dax up and propped him around and The pursuit was stumbling over bodies,
belted his jaws and rocked his head back. was trying to avoid them, was— finally—
“ M on Commandant, you have not lived being slowed by them. And then there were
like an officer, but by God you can die like no more bodies, only Bedouin camels lop
on e!” H e was still gripping the m ajor’s ing free down the desert into the southern
throat, and the major was getting blue in haze, and the chasse was over. Sergeant
the face. His eyes were completely empty Lejeune rounded up the tatters of his com
as Rene looked into them, the light was mand and ordered burial details for the
gone forever. legion dead only. The vultures that were
Presently the Bedouins came padding up already floating across the sky like scraps
on their unkempt camels, closing cautiously o f charred paper could breakfast on the
to draw fire, to test the strength of this Bedouins.
isolated position. But they drew no fire, Lejeune found Rene Prudhomme crum
and that was all the confirmation they pled and broken in the torn sand, his blond
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hair glued to his head by blood, the lower way— for he still had a contract with the
side of his face gone entirely and his chest legion. Greater, he had a contract with his
a pulverized mess o f rib ends and tunic soul, and that contract was the bond that
buttons and bandoleer clasps. would always exist between him and the
He had been shot through and crushed, souls of the men who lay under the sands.
but he had got what he joined for. His re Lieutenant Catteau, leaning stiffly on his
venge lay up the desert with the lance still splint, using it as a crutch, completed his
piercing its skull, and Lejeune spat on it. oral report to the elderly major.
Catteau’s mind hopped to the hospital
L IE U T E N A N T C A T T E A U , splinted up room where Tania was lying as the last of
right on Judy’s saddle with Tania clinging her shock receded, and he thought, Maybe
to the back cinching, brought the column tomorrow I can visit her. And then it oc
into Fort Flatters on the horn and turned curred to him that Recamier was lying in
the civilians over to the padre and reported the next bay, and that only a thin partition
the legion to the elderly major who had separated them, and that thin partitions do
come down from Sidi-bel-Abbes to take not necessarily impede a determined man,
temporary command. There were one hun especially if he is from that place known
dred and twenty-three legionnaires left, as Schicageaux, and that—
twenty-eight o f them wounded. The major reminded him that he was at
The chapel bell started tolling, and Dr. Attention. Catteau stiffened and requested
Jouhaux slipped into his quarters and shut permission to visit hospital for treatment.
the door. He drew his revolver with a numb The major screwed his eyes upward in
hand and closed his mouth over the cold thought. Then he said, “ Y ou have endured
muzzle, just to see if he could resist it. He much, and you deserve a nation’s gratitude.
could and he d id ; and he unloaded the re Let’s see, this is Sunday afternoon.” He
volver and tore off his beard bag and snapped his fingers in sudden decision.
scratched the tangled hairs in comfort. He “ Y ou’re excused from further duty until
wasn’t going to die— not for a while, any tomorrow evening at Retreat.”
reprisals, Charlie Kinnipik decided to pull peesee and old Chief Wolverine’s son. Joe
out of the territory altogether. got One glimpse of the girl and told himself
A couple of years later, Joe Albers fig he need look no further. Dazzling Bella—
ured he’d oughta get married. A man was a and her family— with a spread of costly
fool to cook his own bannock and patch his presents, he told young Wolverine to shove
own moccasins. So, come Christmas, he hit over because he was marrying the girl him
south for the post at Black River. self.
He picked a good time. The mid-season T o give Joe his due, he made Bella a
festivities were on, and the highlight of the good husband. More, he came closer to
week was to be the wedding of Pella Nee- loving her thaii he had to loving anything in
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his life. Bat it didn’t avail him much. They had a drink, several drinks. The
Eighteen months after the marriage, the Indian threw on a fire. They talked of ev
girl died up there on Sled Lake, leaving Joe erything but dogs, then Joe said he’d sure
with a day-old son and a heart full of bit appreciate a few hands of poker.
terness. Joe turned the infant over to his “ Just a sociable game— with two-three
mother-in-law, who’d come up to act as more friends like you.”
midwife, then hit out on the trapline, a lone Joe sure knew his Indians. Ten minutes
wolf again. later, three of them and Joe sat around a
After that, nothing much was heard of blanket on the floor. The bottle went all
Joe Albers. He came down to Black River the way round.
each Christmas, and hung around the set For chips they used matches, and played
tlement for the short summer months. With for an hour. It was a see-saw sort of game,
his fur sold, he drank a bit, gambled a bit, and gradually Indian Jerry Garson went
and got into a few drunken scrapes. Once, broke. H e only had twenty dollars on him
though, he had to make a trip into the post to start with and Joe Albers saw to it that
at the tail end of the winter, and it was there the stakes were small. About that time, too,
that Joe Albers first saw this dog. the bottle went dry, but Joe produced an
One look, and Joe knew he had to have other one.
him. It didn’t matter that it belonged to T w o more drinks and three hands later,
Jerry Garson, the dog’d have to be his. Jerry Garson began a drunken grumble.
Joe Albers knew dogs. H e’d driven them Somebody better lend him some money.
for twenty years— on freight runs, trap- There was no fun sitting there and watch
lines, and mail hauls. He a raised them, ing other guys play. Joe said he’d lend him
bartered them ; and Joe Albers knew dogs fifty, with security o f some sort.
like a cowpuncher knows horses. And this That was over the Indian’s head. Joe
feller was all dog. explained the principle to him. “ Put up—
He wasn’t the pure husky. His tail didn’t well, put up that big dog of yourn.”
have the tight roll of the husky, nor did he The Indian didn’t know. H e’d turned in
have the husky’s slant eyes, but he was his fur with the trader to pay his debt, but
enough a wolf-dog to do all a husky could he figured he could get another fifty off him
do and maybe a whole lot more. Thirty in the morning.
inches high at the shoulder, wide across the Joe said the heck with that. H ow did he
chest, with a tapering barrel of a body and know old McBeth would put up the money ?
a broad, intelligent head. Yeah, Joe Albers But the dog— hell, it didn’t nes’arily mean
sure had to have that dog. the Nitchie’d lose him!
The only thing was, the Indian wouldn’t The Indian eyed the bottle at Joe’s side.
sell. The man had four more like him, a Joe pocketed it. His voice roughened.
bit smaller, perhaps, but all of the same lit “ What’s the matter with you? N o guts?”
ter; five black-and-whites that made up a
picture string. The Indian blinked, scowled, then spat
in surrender. “ Okay, den— gimme d’
" I f I ’m sell,” argued the Indian, “ I ’m fifty.” He added, “ And gimme ’udder
got no leader. Then what I do ?.” drink.”
Joe asked what the dog was worth. The
The game broke up two hours after that,
Indian figured that if he had to sell, he’d and Joe Albers showed generosity, of a
want seventy-five dollars for him. Joe of
sort.
fered fifty, and his own leader to boot. The
Indian smiled and said no. “ Y ou ain’t out so much,” he told Jerry
Garson. “ Just your original twenty. You
Joe grinned back and gave a heavy-shoul gotta have a leader, so I ’ll give you that
dered shrug. Well, okay, if he wouldn’t sell, one of mine.”
he wouldn’t sell. But howzabout a drink?
Joe Albers knew Indians as well as he T H E dog’s name was Soosoo.
knew dogs. They went over to the house W hen Joe Albers drove around
the Indian used during the summer months, to the shack the next morning,
and Joe produced a bottle. the five black-and-whites roared
"G ot her in on the mail plane,” he said. out at him. His own dogs roared back, and
"T w o more like her.” for a moment it looked as though trouble
THE HIGHER
CHALLENGE
By
C . W ILE S H A LLO C K
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Then a certain day found them on Joe’s carbine back in the sleigh, and beginning
north-east trapline, up where Burntwood with the wheel-dog he turned the five of
River runs into Caribou Lake. them loose. By that method, when he got
It had been a bad day for Joe. His mink up to Soosoo, the big black-and-white was
traps, from which he had expected a lot, unsuspecting. Only instead of turning the
yielded him nothing. Ravens had ripped a dog loose, Joe put a chain around his
big, black timber-wolf to pieces. And a neck and led him over to a tree. Then he
wolverine had been at work. It was proba tethered him there and went back for his
bly the same animal that had committed the whip.
depredations at the cabin, and Joe found What followed wasn’t pretty. Perhaps
the first evidence of it at one of his lynx the doubled-up lash didn’t have the sting
snares. There were the tracks of the brute, of the caribou cracker, but the shot-loaded
the torn-down snare, and the chewed-up weight of it bit through the dog’s mat of
remains of the lynx. hair. A s Joe Albers swung, panted, and
Joe broke into elegant cursing. W ith swung again, he dribbled a string of curses.
this thing on his trapline, he might as well “ I ’ll show you! When I get done, you
quit. He looked up the trail, down the won’t try that ag’in— ”
trail, broke off cursing to grind his stubbled Yanked back at his first lunge on the
jaws. H e thought o f his other traps, his chain, the dog groveled, screamed, tried to
other snares along the trail, and in the inch bury its face in its paws; then, maddened
or two of snow that lay on it, he saw the beyond endurance, it gave a second lunge—
tracks of the wolverine following it up. and the chain let go.
He wheeled to his dogs, blared at them. Joe was too late. A hundred pounds of
When they didn’t start smartly enough to red-eyed fury smashed him full in the chest.
suit him, he grabbed his whip, ran slash H e went over, had a glimpse of slavering
ing alongside. jaws, and felt the side of his face go to rags.
One blow caught the leader. The cari H e struck out, yelled in fear, and something
bou-hide cracker seared the dog’s cheek. like a beartrap closed over his arm. There
He yelped, wheeled, launched himself full was sudden agony as teeth grated on bone,
at Joe Albers’ throat. a slashing tear that ripped the sleeve away
Joe was shocked, but his reflexes didn’t — then he managed to grab the dog’s throat
fail him. H e ducked, parried the rush with in his fingers.
upflung arm. Then he cleared the sleigh, Frightened as he had never been fright
grabbed his carbine and pumped a shell into ened before, Joe hung on grimly. The dog
the chamber. was above him, gargling, straining to get
The dog was handicapped. His traces, at his face. Its hind claws ripped at his
hitched to the next dog, pulled him up short. stomach. Joe was trying to strangle it, but
H e went over, scrambled up again, then the fright left him weak and the one arm
was held there, glaring at Joe. And while was numb and becoming useless. Then,
Joe stood, finger on trigger, the dog’s sud when he felt the strength seeping out of
den rage seemed to bur# itself out. He him, the avalanche struck.
dropped his tail, pawed at his face where It was the drive of the other dogs, the
the lash had stung him. combined weight of them, and the attack
Joe was trembling. He hadn’t expected wasn’t launched against Joe. It was ven
anything like that. And his anger, kindled geance, the settling of a score, Joe’s original
by the wolverine, began to burn afresh. five ganging up on a hated rival.
He cursed the dog, said he ought to blast They were all atop of Joe, slashing, rip-
him there and then. No dog had ever ing. H e scrabbled away, weak, winded,
wheeled on him, and no dog was going to ut he knew something had to be done.
start doing it now. His eyes crinkled with H e’d seen these blood-crazy gang-fights
sudden, dreadful malevolence. before. He grabbed a club and waded in.
“ But you figure you’ll try it, eh? Tough A dog made an arc in the air. It went
baby, man-killer, mebbe. But you’ll learn— down with its throat torn out. Another
and mebbe the time to learn you is right backed away, yelping, holding up a bloody
now.” paw. The black-and-white wolf-dog was
W ith careful, deadly purpose he put the still on its feet, shaking one dog by the
SOOSOO THE SLAYER 33
neck while another slashed at the wolf- but he poured stinging iodine over it,
dog’s withers. Joe swung and clubbed, clapped on a slab of pork-rind and bound
lashed out blindly, and at last the melee it up with lengths ripped from a flour-sack.
dissolved. The dogs he loosened but didn’t bother
But it had proven costly. The dog with with. They could look after themselves.
its throat out was dead. T w o were crip But he didn’t sleep so well that night.
pled. All were cut and bleeding. The wolf- The peeled-pole bunk was no harder than
dog had a gash in his foreleg and blood usual, but after a couple of hours he got up
streamed from a torn ear. and brewed tea. He was living again those
jo e Albers took stock of himself. When few minutes up at the lynx-snare— fighting
he put a hand to his cheek he shuddered a brute gone mad, seeing wolf-teeth clash
at the feel of it. His left arm, sleeveless and a few inches from his face. Even the stench
numb, was gashed and punctured. Swollen, o f the thing’s breath was strong in his
it looked bad. Joe knew there’d be no going nostrils, fetid, sickening, a stench that would
around the trapline. H e was less than half remain with him to the day he died.
a day from the cabin. H e’d best get back. “ Close,” he muttered. “ If them other
There was doctoring to be done, and soon. dogs hadn’t dug in— Then his voice
hardened. “ But I’ll take care o f him. He
T H A T meant shaking the dead don’t get away like that with me— ”
dog loose from its harness,
shortening the string and load IT W A S a week before Joe Albers took
ing the two cripples. For Joe, to the road again. His face was healing into
it meant slogging along on foot. Past his ugly welts and ridges, and he could use his
scare now, he told himself that things could arms. The dogs still limped but they could
have been worse— he still had five dogs and travel, and Joe was anxious about his traps.
he was lucky to be alive. But there was He was lucky, right from the start. Half
scant comfort in that. The fact was Joe a day out he caught the wolverine crossing
Albers had come through a new experience. a small lake. He got it with his first shot.
H e’d run into something he couldn’t han The mink that had escaped him before
dle, started something he couldn’t finish. were waiting for him now. The next day
And the knowledge filled him with hatred, he got a lynx and a couple of marten. His
hatred that was as blind as it was unrea spirits rose, and he could have forgotten
soning— hatred not for himself but for the some of his hatred for the Soosoo dog—
black-and-white Soosoo dog. except for the dog itself.
H e’d cheerfully have shot the brute, Something had happened to it. It worked
or pounded the life out of it with a tethering as well as ever, but it wasn’t the dog Joe
chain. His rage demanded it— but he wasn’t had got from Jerry Garson. Joe had first
fool enough for that. Today, tomorrow, noticed the change in it around the camp.
every day, the dog was a necessity to him.. The dog no longer curled up against the
The dog could get along without Joe Albers, slight warmth of the house. He slept off
but Joe Albers couldn’t live without the alone, near the edge of the bush. He didn’t
dog. Perhaps it was this knowledge that seem fussy about his fish, though they’d
made him hate the dog the more. always disappeared when Joe went looking
It didn’t help that it was long past dark for them. And until Joe had shaken out the
when he reached home. His arm throbbed harness for the journey, the dog had shown
and he was weak from failure to stop, boil- no interest in him at all.
up and take on a lunch. And when he did Now, on the trail, its attitude was empha
reach home and had lighted the lamp, a look sized. That first night out, the dog failed
in the mirror told him he’d carry the marks to crowd up against Joe’s blankets. The
of the affair forever. next day, at noon, when Joe chucked them
His face was torn, shredded. It was by a half-fish each, the dog didn’t even sniff
the merest fluke he hadn’t lost an eye. A at it till Joe was out of range.
doctor could have worked on him for an Joe’s temper rose. “ What’s the matter
hour with needles and sutures. Joe had to with yo u ?” he blared. “ Sore? Sulky? By
patch himself together as best he could with hell, yuh don’t want to start that stuff with
adhesive tape. The arm, too, looked ugly, m e !”
34 ADVENTURE M AGAZINE
The deg didn’t bother to look at him. three-horse engine. Only, he found, there
Joe’s fingers itched to grab a club, but was some minor thing wrong with it. It
memory was keen. The dog was scorn started at the first pull when it was cold,
ing him— Joe didn’t count. The man’s bit but when it was warm and he had to stop
ter hatred flared anew. for a tankful o f gas, it was mean to start
He didn’t know he could hate anything again. Well, Joe was in no hurry. He
so intensely. H e’d been used to men step could always have a smoke till the thing
ping around him, dogs groveling when he cooled off and was once more over its stub
yelled. This feller, this black-and-white born streak.
mongrel, ignored him ; worse, treated him So he worked his way south to the
as though he didn’t exist. Once, in an ef Churchill. W ith but a couple more days to
fort to get some response from him, he tried the post at the mouth of the Black River,
a wheedling tone. It was at a noonday another season would be over. T o Joe
boiling-place. The dog was chewing the Albers, the idea conjured up pleasant
ice-balls from its paws. It turned when Joe thoughts. H e’d sell his catch to old M c-
spoke, as though surprised— then, with a Beth at the Hudson’s Bay and take it easy
gesture of contempt that was almost human, for a couple o f months. That meant a
it turned again to stare calmly off into the drunk on the half-dozen bottles of liquor
distance. he’d ordered in, a chance to cut a swathe
Joe almost choked. Joe Albers, who al with the Indian girls in the settlement, an
ways got what he wanted, could get neither opportunity to tell tall tales of the winter
affection nor respect from a cross-bred he’d put in.
husky dog. And then he remembered— his face. It
Joe swore then he’d reached his limit. wasn’t nice to look at. Right now, he was
H e had to keep the dog till the season was wearing a beard. H e’d worn it since the
over, but once that day dawned, he was nightmare happening up at the lynx-snare.
through with him. H e wouldn’t shoot him, H e’d have to go on wearing it, always, or
wouldn't kill him outright. That'd be too scare little children away. Bitterly he
easy, and he still had at least seventy-five glanced down at the wolf-dog riding with
bucks tied up in him. What he would do, him in the canoe.
he’d peddle him off to some Indian, to a M ost o f the way he’ d let all five of them
Nitchie who was known to be hell on his peg along ashore. That was where the
dogs. He, Joe, had tried to treat him like Churchill River looked like a river. But
he oughta be treated, but from now on, now and then it widened out to lake-like
well, the dog was on his own. proportions, where bays turned north and
Meanwhile, he worked his spite out on south miles deep. Places like that, he’d
the dog in every way that was petty and had to load the d og s ; like on the big stretch
cruel. H e had to feed him, but if there were he’d just finished crossing now.
a couple of bony suckers in a stick of white- A ll things equal— and never mind about
fish, the black-and-white got the suckers. the other dogs— the big black-and-white
W here the trail was heavy and should have wouldn’t have been in the canoe at all. He
been broken out with snowshoes, the dog could have hoofed it every inch of the way.
was made to break his own. And later, I f the going had been tough, if the rocks
when the snow went and lake-travel was had been sharp, well, good enough for him.
o^er the sandpaper-rough spring ice, Joe Only, with the dog ashore, following the
wouldn’t moccasin the dog till its feet were deep bays, they’d never have reached the
raw and bleeding. settlement. It was either that or keep on
Joe’d fix things. H e’d show the dog he going and leave him. And to lose the dog
couldn’t go snotty on him. wasn’t Joe’s idea. H e had that other idea
in store.
Joe spat £ s his eyes rested on him. He
T H E N T H E day came when hated him worse than ever, for the dog
the ice all went, when Joe hadn’t changed. It still ignored Joe, did
picked up the last o f his muskrat merely what he was ordered to do and
_____ and beaver traps and started the nothing else. And neither by wheedling
long trip south. H e was glad of the new nor threats could Joe batter down that al
SOOSOO THE SLAYER
most human wall of contempt. Joe spat starter— yanked and yanked, and the motor
again, and then glanced up. wouldn’t kick in. Then he remembered—
They were nearing the Kettle Falls. hot motor, no dice. He grabbed up his pad
Clear across the broad expanse of the river dle instead.
was a ledge of granite over which it took He felt a moment of panic. He was now
a twelve-foot drop. There was white water sixty feet out from shore and the current
above i t ; below, spray and breakers was quickening. He gave two or three
thrashed high in the air. Joe edged in heavy, thick-armed strokes— and the pad-’
towards shore, where the portage showed die snapped in his fingers.
plainly. He almost went overboard, but he caught
H e’d done this dozens of times, and he himself. On his knees, he looked about
knew just what was required— cut the him, and knew he was lost. H e was less
throttle, work in at reduced speed, then, than sixty feet out now, but he could as
when he ifeared the portage and the water well have been sixty miles. The falls were
began to quicken, give her the gun and coming towards him, and Joe couldn’t
slide up on shore. swim.
H e did it now, but perhaps not with the Men think fast in times of crisis. His
margin o f safety that he should have done. rifle, which he might have used as a paddle,
A hundred feet from the portage head, he was wrapped up for dry-keeping in his
was a mite too far out. But the powerful blankets; but he Knew he had one slim
new engine would take care of that. So he chance. He grabbed the loose end of the
turned, eased back a bit on the throttle. fifty-foot tracking line, lashed it around the
Perhaps the motor was stiff, not yet prop wolf-dog’s neck and heaved the dog over
erly broken in. Joe never knew. For in board.
stead of reducing its speed, the thing sud There was a splash as the water closed
denly quit. I over him, then, coughing and spluttering,
Joe spun around. H e yanked on the his head came up and he hit for shore.
Something B etter • • •
R OUND-UP PANTS by
BROWN DUCKS
36 ADVENTURE M AGAZINE
. 37
38
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Two things Sergeant Rizza could not
deny: death— and a favor for a lady.
By C H A R LES BLAKEM AN
scalping knives. They’d been wandering my father is much too occupied with a mes
west of Punished Man’s Creek and as far sage -pouch t© say good-by again.”
east as Crazy Squaw Valley and as far The guard climbed up and poised his
north as Cedarbox Canyon for some time shotgun on his thigh, the driver kicked off
now, nomadic pagans who struck with stol the brake and the stage lurched forward. It
en weapons. jounced through the gates, trailed by its
The driver made a cloud of smoke. escort, and Helga Pennington was gone in
“ H ow ’re the girls, luh-tennant?” the wig-wag of a large hand that was trying
A petticoat post, they called this one. to hold a hat box atop a valise. It occurred
“ Healthy. Y ou ’re taking one East with to Dee Cullinan that he had not flashed his
you today.” Cullinan heard her quacking naked saber at her, and it further occurred
more loudly to the halfbreed, and faint dis to him that had he done so she might have
gust crawled through him. She was bait for misinterpreted the up-and-down fling of the
any bachelor who chose to take her, but steel edge as an opinion, not a farewell ges
none would near the hook. Not even on a ture.
long frontier hitch. He faced Lucy and smiled.
The girls. T w o laundresses who mut Her mouth was smiling and her throat
tered eternally between themselves. And was laughing. He could barely hear it bub
Helga Pennington, the major’s daughter by bling in her. “ Dee, the stage’ll be back in
his first marriage, reluctantly crowding into a few days." Breeding held the laughter
her thirties now and seamy-skinned from down but no blood line in the world could
much travel in search of a husband. have prevented the smile.
And the major’s second wife, Lucy. Cul “ Thanks.”
linan was fond of Lucy Pennington, every
body was. It was her son who had left the H E R E she stood in mourner’s
void in the quarters next to his.. black, somehow looking the bet
The shotgun guard walked quickly from ter for it. It was a perfect match
headquarters to the m ajor’s veranda and for the white pile o f her hair, it
bent to Helga’s luggage. The driver col was a proper background for the cross of
lected his ribbons in two grimy fists, and silver holding a web of Brussels lace to her
‘D ee Cullinan ambled over to the veranda. neckline.
The deep pores of Helga’s skin seemed to “ Dee, it’ll have a load when it comes
twitch in unison, left to right. She tugged back. ”
at the knot of her traveling veil, and offered Cullinan curled a hand around his hilt.
a hand to Dee.
It would have a load, right enough. The
Even through the thin fabric of her mail and a revised number of the Army List
gloves, Cullinan could feel the cold hard and six bottles of ^Perrier for Lieutenant
ness of big knuckles. She said, “ Good-by, Mann. Lucy Pennington’s doeskin walking
Lieutenant Cullinan.” She had never called boots from that little shop on Fifth Avenue
him by his first name. “ It’s been a pleasure, and her issue of Leslie’s Illustrated, which
this visit.’’ her husband would preemptorily read first.
“ I’m sorry you have to leave.” And the major’s stomach pills.
Each had lied nicely, and there was noth “ Dee— ” she raised her brows— “ perhaps
ing else to say. Lucy came out then, carry it will bring the inspector general and his
ing a hat box that must be stowed on top niece. She’s very attractive.” Then the
so it wouldn’t be crushed. Lucy offered it laughter was gone from Lucy’s throat and
to Cullinan, not to her step-daughter. “ Dee, only the dim echo of the smile remained on
would you mind packing this ? I can’t stand her lips. Arranging a possible marriage for
going into that heat.” others does not lessen, in a woman’s mind,
Cullinan understood why Lucy had done the hurt from the wreckage o f her own.
that— because by remaining at the door she She faced sharply around and entered
wouldn’t have to bestow a final kiss on fea quarters and let the door crack shut.
tures that repelled kisses— and Lucy was Cullinan walked toward the mess, spurs
aware of his understanding. catching the sunlight. He knew a monstrous
Helga, seated on the rear bench of the distaste for the major, that shrewish man
stage, nodded curtly. “ I understand that who demanded that his guard officers wear
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dress blues and polished accoutrements “ The C.O .,” was all Mann said.
and— Cullinan knocked on the major’s door,
Sergeant Rizza hove into sight from the and the invitation to enter was a two-syl
cook shack, stopped with a trapped look and lable whine, high, low and lopsided.
half turned under the impact of a wish to M ajor Alfred Pennington was a negative
escape. Then he came about, drew his knee man who seemed to be shrinking from the
caps taut and swung a clean salute. specter of the cowardice that leered over
Rizza said, “ A s sergeant of the guard, I him. The brown spots on his hairless hands
was inspecting the mess, sir.” matched the brown spots on his damp fore
“ W here’d you get that bruise on your head. They were fleshless hands, yellow
eye?” talons. His face was tightly drawn across
“ If it makes no difference to the lieu the frontal bones of his skull, and the
tenant, I fell up the flag pole.” cropped moustache frosting his upper lip
“ Thank you. Sergeant.” Cullinan had was tipped with wax.
been taken, and he knew it. N ever ask en He drummed on the edge of his desk,
listed men personal questions, mister, you licking pasty blue lips from which the blood
should have remembered that. You can dis had long since ebbed forever. “ There is a
cuss other people, but never the man you mission.” He blinked dampish eyes, star
are addressing. . . . “ Guard mount at four ing through the fly-specked window at a
as usual.” smoke tendril from the cook shack that
Rizza cracked his heels together with the curled over his quarters like the shadow of
sound of a pistol shot and saluted smartly a claw. Then his drumming fingers struck
to remind Cullinan that he respected him the unfolded contents of the message pouch
and had not meant to embarrass him. Small and he recoiled.
and dark, Rizza, with gun-blue jaws and H e told Cullinan, “ Colonel Henry at
steady eyes and a tight mouth. Fort Savard reports hunting parties south
Cullinan passed through the mess and west of Cedarbox Canyon, and there are no
surprised the mess sergeant sweeping up the buffalo in that vicinity.” He spoke uncer
fragments of a broken plate. The sergeant tainly, for he was an uncertain man. He
held his broom at order arms, keeping his rarely made a decision, but when he did he
torn hand behind his butt. never changed it. However, Colonel Henry
Cullinan said, “ The next time the ser had spoken this time.
geant of the guard tries to get a handout “ Do we move out, sir?”
between meals, lamp his eye again.” “ Yes, we d o.” The major tongue-swiped
“ Yes, sir.” And the sergeant lifted his his blue lips again. “ I ’ll give you your part
torn knuckles and sucked them. of the mission.” He liked to talk that way,
yanking open a verbal curtain at rehearsed
Dee Cullinan’ s way now took him past
intervals to disclose tiny tableaux of care
the post cemetery and he risked a glance at
fully-staged knowledge. He got it back in
the newly-painted headboards ranked like
the way men talked about him, which is
rectangles of ectoplasm at the heads of the
what ultimately determines an officer’s
eleven new graves. H e didn’t want to see
worth. It is the way men mention him,
the one on the left end, thrusting from the
and what they choose to infer. In Penning
shaven brown grass like an eternal flank-
ton’s case— through side teeth, with nostrils
stiffener ; but he passed his eyes over it any
stiff.
way. Its stenciling merely told the living
that here rested: g u y Gr a i n g e r , 2 nd l t ., “ Incidentally— ” speaking now with elab
6 t h c a v .— d u t y to d e a t h . The dates at
orate carelessness— “ did my daughter get
the bottom spanned twenty-three years, one off all right ?”
month, fourteen days. " I saw her off myself, major.”
Plus a week, Cullinan thought, for those Pennington gazed up at Cullinan with
graves were but a week old. Dee was poorly-veiled hatred spearing from his eyes.
twenty-eight, and feeling ancient already. “ It was so good of you.”
“ Mr. C u l l i n a n , please!” Lieutenant “ It was a pleasure, sir.” Cullinan re
Mann beckoned from the adjutant’s office mained impassive even as it came to him
and Cullinan hurried that way, holding his that this man was groping in the borderland
scabbard out from his slim legs. of insanity.
42 ADVENTURE M AGAZINE
Pennington’s devilment crowded into his the air in the room. Fear of the ghost of
eyes and made them waver, hesitate, drop. General Grainger, more than anything else.
He could not face the world any more The general had taken a flight of shrapnel
squarely than he could face his wife, for full in the chest one June dawn in ’63 and
when he did the memory of her dead son left his widow, Lucy, with their twelve-
rose between them and remained there, an year-old son Guy, who would live for only
accusative thing. eleven years after that.
“ There are about a hundred and fifty of
them,” the major went on, referring to the S E R G E A N T R IZ Z A had told
hunt parties that Colonel Henry had scout Cullinan of how Guy Grainger
ed. He was speaking in a monotone, for had died. Rizza had been there
this was Henry’s thinking, not his own. and he had seen it and heard it.
“ They’re approaching in this direction, and There’d been the whip-lash crackle of sud
Henry moves down tonight, while we move den ambush, and what had supposedly been
up. H e’ll push into them from the north a milk patrol on a training march was now
while we push into them from the south, fighting for its life. There’d been M ajor
and we’ll squeeze the life out of them.” Pennington spraddled in the bushes with his
M ajor Pennington drew a black cheroot tongue hanging out, shaking a yellow finger
from his tooled leather case, bit off the end at a narrow ravine and ordering his step
and lighted it. H e did not offer the case. son into it with one section.
“ This tactic is not standard practice.” “ Get in there and clean ’em o u t!”
The breath of leaf laced with the sulphur And the major pressed himself against
ous burst o f the match swept into Culli- the dirt, not daring to move.
nan’s nostrils. He said, “ I realize that, sir.” Young Guy, with the newness of West
And to himself he added, H enry had to re Point still on him and still too young to
mind you of that— it’s all there in his writ know how many forms suicide can take—
ing because neither he nor anyone else Guy Grainger, handsome as sin and with his
trusts you much any more. mother’s quick smile and fine eyes— had
Pennington was saying, “ This country obeyed rank and relationship, not reason.
will never be safe until we have forts strung Rizza, the best >cuiit in Dakota, had
across it like beads.” He shook his head. asked : “ Why'd she marry a man like that?”
“ It’s most unusual to make an offensive For the sergeant had led a counter-attack
move away from a protected post against into the ravine with full strength and had
superior numbers. In this case, two pro come on Guy’s body and the bodies of his
tected posts.” section, roped in arched protest over the
. . . Defending yourself already, should simmering fires that had been built under
you fail again in the field! them, ant-picked faces chewed to the bone.
“ Will my troop lead out, sir?” ‘‘ D on’t ever get ambushed by Blackfeet, Mr.
“ No, I will lead out.” Pennington took Cullinan. Save one slug for yourself.” And :
a tug at his cheroot. “ You will follow with “ W hy did she, n oiv ?”
A Troop. I’ll take Lieutenant Corwith’s “ A widow’s pension is not sufficient to
troop, B Troop, and Mann can remain here raise a son. The major has a private income
with C Troop, doubling as adjutant, vice — which may account for his stomach trou
Captain Robb on leave.” ble— and please in the future exclude the
One of those unaccountable flashes that m a jors zvifc from your spoken musings.”
cross the outer silences o f a man’s being M ajor Pennington, now, tamped out the
flickered over Pennington’s face and Culli- stub of his black cheroot and smiled sickly
nan knew him for what he had become— a at Cullinan. “ Turn the belt over to Lieu
frightened old man. He was stalling now, tenant Mann and be prepared to move out
hedging, giving Henry plenty of time to get at six o ’clock. W e should form our squeeze
there first— all covered from this end by trap with Colonel Henry by tomorrow noon.
the grand gesture. And another thing— I do not want Sergeant
/ will lead out. . . . Rizza along.” The major took a deep, lung
Fear made the brown spots on the man’ s cracking breath. “ His nerves appear to be
face stand out, and fear moistened his shaken from that affair last week. H e's
pores. It was an acid exhalation that stained touchy. H e starts fist fights on duty.”
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“ Yes, sir.” “ I ’d take you, if I had the choice.”
Cullinan sensed that Pennington, if he “ Not if he knew it.” Eagerly then, greed
timed it right, could leave the ball in H en ily: “ She’d take m e!”
ry’s hands and let H enry hit the Blackfeet Both were confronted that here in quar
first. Then Pennington could plunge into ters each could take advantage o f the free
the finish o f the fight and wave his sword masonry of the service. Y ou can discuss the
and yell loudly. H e would yell so loudly personal affairs of other people, mister, but
that he would be heard all the way back in never o f the man you are addressing.
Chicago where the inspector general must “ She hasn’t the choice.”
by now be hearing rumors of Pennington’s Rizza’s upper lip stiffened. “ Does the
week-old defection under fire. So by means lieutenant know why he’s going on this
of this safely staged recoup south o f Cedar- ride ? Instead of Mr. Corwith or Mr. Mann,
box Canyon, the m ajor could prevent hav say?” The sweet brownness o f Rizza’s eat
ing to drag his feet through years o f dis ing tobacco washed ahead o f his words.
grace, staring with empty eyes at the last “ Because maybe someone wants to— ”
o f life’s parade. It was his reputation that thumb in mouth, the sergeant popped his
he sought to recover, nothing else. His cheek with the sound o f a drawn cork—
marriage had been crumbling for years, and “ remove him.”
last week it had collapsed forever. Cullinan looked the man over carefully.
“ M r. Cullinan.” Pennington was stand “ H e has other means than that at his dis
ing up. “ Tha^is all.” posal.”
“ But none as safe. H e got rid of his
I T W A S four oclock. step-son, who would’ve come into the money
Lieutenant Mann, behung with the guard someday. H e never did like, Mr. Grainger,
belting, saber-saluted the crimson whip of and sir, he don’t like you.” Rizza shook his
the colors and posted his first relief. head. “ Mrs. Pennington swung her son’s
Dee Cullinan was in quarters preparing transfer here— the major didn’t know any
for the field— slouch-brimmed campaign thing about it.”
hat, faded shirt, antelope-faced trousers. Sometimes, freemasonry can go too far.
Twin revolving pistols, canteen and com “ Sergeant Rizza, I ’ve warned you once be
pass case. Glasses and map clip. fore to keep her from your thoughts as
H e saw Sergeant Rizza swing a leg onto spoken. Sergeant Rizza, have A Troop
the veranda and raise a fist to knock. formed on the parade at six o ’clock. Full
Cullinan told him, “ Come in.” field equipment, three hundred pounds per
The sergeant came in and uncovered. man, rations and forage for three days.”
“ H e won’t take me.” Rizza covered, saluted, wheeled on one
“ Did you ask him ?” heel and marched out.
“ No, I didn’t have to ask him.” A t ten minutes to six, Cullinan turned
Cullinan didn’t know what to say. Here into headquarters to report. Lieutenant
was a man who knew the country like your Mann, thoughtfully stacking papers, ad
tongue knows your teeth— and Pennington vised him that the major was in quarters.
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two at a time, and knocked. Behind him on saber. And suddenly it faded and a curtain
the parade, A Troop and B T roop were went down over her soul and her face re
standing to bridles. It was B Troop that mained absolutely expressionless. Years
had been on that milk patrol, commanded later when her old age had run out and she
by Guy Grainger and overseen by Penning was dying, the gods would kiss her gently
ton. in the shadows and for a moment she would
Lucy opened the door and inclined her be as beautiful as she ever had been, for the
chin. “ Good evening, D ee.” gods loved her and they always would.
Cullinan touched his hat brim quickly. She flung down her arms. “ Thank you
“ May I come in ?” He noted the fresh light for not answering, Dee. Now I think A l
in her eyes, a light like the reflection of new fred is ready. I’ll tell him you reported.”
blades.
In the withdrawing room she said, “ A l C U L L IN A N marched fast onto
fred’s almost ready.” H er eyes lingered on the parade and whipped a thigh
Dee Cullinan a moment. Then she said, “ I over his claybank and spurred
have a favor to ask.” toward the troop. Rizza’s com
“ Name it.” mand cracked like a carbine shot in a defile
From the bedroom across the front hall and A Troop swung up and settled into
came the clump of a boot hitting the floor, stirrups. Cullinan relieved Rizza and faced
and a muffled curse. the guidon.
Cullinan saw the holstered revolver on Then Major Pennington was riding
the wail then, hanging between a wet-plate across the greening twilight, attempting to
of Guy Grainger in cadet uniform and a sit straight in his saddle. He passed A
clutch of cat-o’-nine tails; and he wondered Troop and reached the compact mass of B
ho^r Lucy Pennington could live with it. It and without stopping ordered it up. He
had been Guy’s personal property— a .31- bawled it into a column of twos, gave open
calibcr Pony Express Colt with an out- order and led it through the gates. Culli
sized butt ring. Rizza had recovered Tt from nan allowed the tail of B twenty-five paces,
that smoking ravine, and had presented it then took A into the deepening dusk and
to Lucy. guided on Pennington’s file closers.
She named it. “ Take Seregant Rizza
Riding through the misty moonlight at a
with you.”
walk now, striving to keep tactical unity
Cullinan dragged his eyes from the weap
with ranks ragged at open order, they filed
on on the wall and focussed upon Lucy Pen
nington. “ I’m afraid that’s impossible.” along the shoulders of bush-bearded draws
and over naked slopes and down again into
“ I know. He— ” tilting her head toward
the draws. There was no talking during the
the bedroom— “ told me his decision.”
hourly breaks, only the suck of lips on can
“ I ’m only a first lieutenant.” Dee smiled. teens and the occasional whimper of damp
She tilted her head the other way and leather; the sound of a bit against a horse’s
folded her arms. “ W e Army wives are a teeth, the click of a spur on a cinch ring,
peculiar breed, Dee, and devious are our then the jingle of the spur chain itself. And
ways. Once we form a desire, we’re hard to so they rode, following the shapes ahead of
balk.” She released a stored-up breath. “ If them, eyes alert, carbines loose in leather
Sergeant Rizza happened to.catch up with ring sockets. Toward dawn there was a
your troop on the march, you couldn’t very flurry of whispering from the tail o f A
well send him back, could y o u ?” Troop and Cullinan swung around and saw
“ I could order him back.” faces that were white and wet in the moon
“ Would yo u ?” light. He growled at them to be quiet.
The clump of another boot was loud in Then dawn was breathing through the
the bedroom, and Major Pennington’s damp trees and the moon was paling to ghost-
muttering was like wind in a chimney. Cul silver and word came back— dismount, pin
linan sniffed, and caught the scent of whis graze, break out the airtights. Cullinan was
key. The major was working up his cour cutting into a tin of salted beef when he
age. heard his name and— “ Rear of the column,
There was an icy challenge in Lucy’s eyes
now, like the splinter of moonglow on a It catrie as no surprise to him that Rizza
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was squatting trailside, hat slanted over one box Canyon, and a party of Blackfeet was
eye, carbine glimmering. The sergeant filtering this way from the direction of the
stood up and grasped his horse’s dripping Canyon and— this, was bone-deep in Dee
bit. The sudden white sickle of his smile Cullinan— they were neatly side-stepping
was both a greeting and a challenge. the advancing column and taking position
He said, “ I caught up about an hour ago, on each side of it, like shears around a root.
Lieutenant.” Something snapped from the green si
Cullinan’s fingernails were biting into his lences of the next ridge to the left, snapped
palms. “ I haven’t seen you, Sergeant. If even as Pennington’s distant voice howled
you get hit, you won’t be recovered. If you to A Troop to catch up. A bullet slocked
die, you’ll be left for the buzzards. The into a tree behind Cullinan and left a white
Arm y cannot bury an A W O L in a post split in the trunk.
cemetery, and you are A W O L from the Pennington was screaming something un
post.” And Cullinan left Rizza standing intelligible. B Troop was beginning to mill,
there in the dawn shadows, still smiling. to buckle together and get mixed up. Some
The wind was out of the East that morn men threw off and flopped into the dried
ing, and there can be a great restlessness of grasses and searched for targets. Others
soul in the east wind— a noisome outbreak huddled together in reaction to herd in
ing of twisted destiny and unfulfilled prom stinct.
ise. The column plugged slowly toward Dee gave it to both troops: “ Dismount
Cedarbox Canyon, taking advantage of the and prepare to fight on foot! One-in-four
eroded folds of terrain to keep of? the sky to the flank as horseholders!”
line, keeping closer intervals than it had The fusillade came with the sound of
during the night. grommets being torn from tarpaulin. It
Cullinan snaked down a hand and pressed whipped into the tumbling column and
the ring-back release of his repeater. He knocked three men flat and sent two more
was fretting furiously to himself, wondering to their knees, gasping and hurt. Then
if Pennington had a point ahead to prevent everyone was going down, sinking through
ambush, that favorite tactic of Blackfeet. the smoke-laced air and fumbling for ban
They do not make a stand, they prefer sud doleers.
den surprise. And failing that they fire and Cullinan cupped hands to mouth: “ Form
scatter, fire and scatter, until they either a circle on the trail! They’ll tag us in the
escape and reorganize or are trapped and back if we don’t face ’em all around!”
forced to fight. Pennington came plunging down the trail
And Cullinan was worried about this slow on foot, bending low, fingers scraping dust.
pace they were maintaining, it was wOe- H e was glassy-eyed with terror. He
somely inadequate for the purpose of form bumped to his knees and blurted, “ Where
ing a squeeze trap with Colonel Henry at the hell is Colonel Henry?.”
noon. It came to Cullinan again that the The crick-crack of carbines splintered un
major was mad, that no sane commander evenly and the trees went frosty with smoke.
would deliberately drag it this way. Rizza was yelling something and criss
The mid-morning heat flickered and crossing his arms, and men crawled off the
flared, flickered and flared, and they creaked trail and wriggled into the bushes to form
along the long horse miles to Cedarbox, an immense, wavering circle. Cullinan was
covering three miles to the hour. Dee won holding his hand gun to his hip. He cocked
dered if Pennington was sober yet, and de his arm, aimed ahead of a copper-muscled
cided that he must be. Perspiration alone figure that was hopping through the far
would take care of that. brush, and fired. There came a falsetto
In that instant Cullinan knew fear. It shriek and the figure leapt upward and
sprang from the dusty masks of the faces dropped and lay still.
behind him— an inner, visceral contraction Six troopers dead now. Seven, as a man
o f fear that pulsed through the'platoons like took a buffalo bullet through the ears. They
the throb of a cut artery. H e tried to calm lay blue-faced and quiet in the grass, the
himself by thinking of the situation in terms anger gone from them at last. The survivors
o f a diagram— here was a column of horse slammed out shot for shot, trading off their
thrusting through the ridges toward Cedar- lives for whatevef odds they could hit.
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Pennington gulped down a sob. “ Cul- Henry popped his fingers in rage. “ W hy
linan, make a diversion. Take ten men and weren’t you in position with a base of fire
creep down to the left and draw fire from established so we could crush ’em between
that ridge, so they’ll expose their flank to us? You let ’em ambush you like scissors
snip off a button! W here’s Pennington?
“ You wish to divide this command now ?” By God he’ll— ” Henry bit it off, and
“ Are you defying m e?” Pennington brought his lips together. He threw a leg
screamed it. His eyes were luminous with off his animal and dismounted. He stood
madness, he was drooling. “ Y ou— ” There staring down at M ajor Pennington’s body
was the slatl of a near shot and Penning for forty seconds. “ It’s odd he took that
ton’s head jerked up and sank down and bullet in the back of his head when he wasn’t
his hat fell off. H e folded forward and slid encircled.” The colonel swallowed sandily.
into the brittle grasses and lay that way, “ But perhaps he was facing the other way
the hack hairs of his head disturbed by a to inspect positions— eh, mister?”
dark hole about the size of a five-cent piece. The distant sounds o f pursuit were his
Sergeant Rizza was over there on one only answer— of horse running down pony,
knee, hand flicking to his tunic. For an of steel on bone in red fury.
instant only, Cullinan saw the metallic wink Cullinan waited.
of a butt ring. It was out-sized, like the Colonel Henry lowered an eyelid to Cul
type attached to the .31-caliber Pony E x linan that drew a veil down over that silence
press Colt. Then Rizza had his carbine up for all time.
again. He spat sideways, and the brown “ N ow then.” He became brisk. “ Put a
ribbon of it looped over twice and slapped detail on your wounded and fall in your
into the dust. survivors and we’ll run those people against
It was incredible to Dee Cullinan that he a hill or into a canyon and cut them to
could have seen that. It was all dream pieces.” He slapped his hands sharply. “ If
fabric now— the sudden silence, the smoke Pennington hadn’t been so damned late, this
sifting away, the sunlight coming back. chase wouldn’t be ahead of us.” He swung
They were on their feet, faces blank as they up and spurred into the vale.
stared at the convulsing wounded. Cullinan Dee Cullinan drew a deep breath, flipped
barked for bandages. He knelt, uncased his his hand gun, caught it and held it. He
glasses and put them on the opposite ridge. “ galloped after Henry in further fulfillment
There was movement there, much move of the dangerous terms of his faith with the
ment, and it was going the other way. Republic, vowing— I won’t be killed! I
Figures on patch-colored ponies were slip won’t be killed!
ping south, melting into the purple shadows
of noon, spectral in the drifting dust. They
were being moved by the sudden shooting L U C Y P E N N IN G T O N had
from up the trail leading to Cedarbox, and invited Lieutenant Cullinan to
presently a troop of Blue horsemen appeared pay his respects to the inspector
and executed right-front-into-line and flew ____ general, who had arrived from
into the vale separating the ridges. And Chicago and Omaha on the westbound
then Colonel Henry himself came at the stage. There was the inspector general and
gallop and braked his bits and demanded his niece; and there was Captain Robb,
to know why in hell Pennington couldn’t fussing with his pince-nez and simpering
catch a thrown ball. about the pleasures of leave. And there
Skull-faced, this Henry, and with little was the mail and a revised number of the
veins coiled under the taut skin of his Army List and Lieutenant Mann’s Perrier
temples. Eyes smarting with temper. “ All — five bottles only, one had broken on the
night and all morning I’ve been shoving way— and Lucy Pennington’s doeskin walk
Blackfeet into your advance! W hy in the ing boots.
cold fires of hell weren’t you at Cedarbox!” Dee Cullinan was presented to the gen
He stabbed his eyes at Cullinan, at Rizza. eral’s niece and he bent over her hand,
Cullinan lowered his glasses, closed them, asking himself how it is that a girl can step
cased them, and slung the case behind his from a stage, dusty and travel-wracked and
left hip. “ Colonel— ” sleepless, and you see her for the first time
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in your life and know instinctively that she could come later, when they were alone. It
is for you. was talk that should have been theirs before
They were gathered in Lucy’s withdraw Pennington had paid hasty court. “ Your
ing room, kept cool by drapes that had been husband will be mentioned in dispatches for
brought all the way .out from Baltimore, his— uh— holding action near Cedarbox
and Dee never left this girl’s side. There Canyon. There will be no mention o f any
was a taunt in her eyes— deep blue, they thing else. I wanted you to know that,
were, flecked with softer blue lights— and Lucy. And— ” fixing a frosty eye on Cul
Dee hung onto her hand until Lucy ap linan— “ I wanted you to know it, too.”
proached them. “ Thank you, sir.”
She was smiling. The glint of the butt ring dangling bright
She said, “ I want you to have these, my ly from the .31-caliber holstered to the wall
dear.” They were the walking boots from caught Dee’s attention. He reflected that
that little shop on Fifth Avenue. “ It’s a Sergeant Rizza had done a fine job of clean
command, because I’m ranking lady of the ing it before returning it to Lucy.
post until I leave on the next stage.” She The inspector general coughed into a fist
thrust them at the girl and made her take again, and Cullinan offered his arm to the
them. “ Y o u ’ll find some of our paths very girl at his side and escorted her out to the
pretty.” That for Dee Cullinan, who hadn’t veranda. Sergeant Rizza was passing,
moved. headed for the enlisted mess and a possible
The general coughed into a fist. H e was handout between meals. He pegged a salute
a man in that period of life when appearance at Cullinan and marched faster, lips shut
can be the most distinguished because, al- tight, mind utterly secure in the crucible of
thought mature, it is not decrepit. H e was the service that had made him.
clean-shaven except for his mustache— a The girl said, “ He seems like a very hard
dash of white on a background of healthy man, that one.”
tan. Cullinan raised a palm and spoke behind
H e said, “ I’ll stay until the new com it, in a conspiratorial whisper.
mander arrives. A week, I guess.” H e "B u t once he did a favor for a lady!”
nodded expectantly. H e took her elbow and guided her down
“ Y ou are invited, James.” the steps, and they crossed the parade to
The general was a bachelor. "L u cy, if I ’d gether, thighs swinging and thrusting in
known that you were— He cut it away unison, headed for Officers’ Row and a fine
and shut his teeth, for that kind o f talk split of Lieutenant Mann’s Perrier.
Since he could not afford a rickshaw, he “ Not quite,” he said at last. “ But my
was ignored both by the patrons of Shang firm has a sixty per cent insurance interest
hai’s exotic shops and by the Chinese who in a whaler which had lost her captain and
profited from business with the foreign first mate. She proposes to hunt the Sea
devils. In the midst of the teeming British o f Okhotsk. You, of course, know the wa
concession, Mallory felt alone, but stub ters.”
bornly would not ease his isolation. History Mallory grinned. Indeed, he did. He
itself had gone against him— three short had served on the Shenandoah whose guns
years before, General Lee had surrendered had nearly wiped out the Yankee whalers in
at Appomattox— Henry Mallory, formerly the north Pacific. “ I don’t know anything
a lieutenant in the Confederate States Navy, about whaling.”
had never hauled down his flag. “ M y firm isn't interested in that. The
His chin was high and his back was mates will tend to the work. You will be
straight when he said to the clerk in his responsible for navigation only.”
cousin’s office. “ Mr. Bentham, please.” “ Sign me on,” Mallory smiled. H e could
“ Busy,” the clerk replied with the indif live comfortably in Shanghai for much less
ference of a rising young man for another than a thousand a year. In a year he would
without any future. “ Please be seated.” be a British subject. Every road had its
Mallory wistfully considered inculcating turning.
some manners in the clerk by honoring Bentham soberly looked him in the eye.
him with an exchange of pistol shots in a “ The ship is the John K . Marston, regis
quiet glen beyond the city. This he could tered out of Nantucket.”
not do. Together with his past, he had The bottom dropped out of Mallory’s
jettisoned the code duello, because he had hopes. “ A Yankee?'
a compelling reason to be peaceful. The “ An American,” Bentham said carefully.
British government wished British sub “ About three hundred tons, four boats and
jects to command British ships, and Mal a crew of thirty.”
lory was in the process o f acquiring British Mallory waved good-by to his salvation
citizenship. H e could, however, train the with stiff dignity. “ Thanks very much,
weight of cold blue eyes upon the clerk, Claude. I can’t do it.”
so that the man was relieved when a visitor Bentham glanced down. “ If not too in
left the inner office and Mallory went in. convenient, Henry— as a favor to me— I’d
“ Morning, H enry,” Claude Bentham said like to ask you to reconsider.”
pleasantly, glancing up from his desk. “ Be Mallory looked as though he had been
with you as soon as I finish a note.” struck by a grapeshot. Pride was one thing
Bentham was one of the Englishmen but noblesse oblige was another. As a Reb
building an empire for Queen Victoria by el, he could spurn Yankee gold. As a
common sense, consideration and hard gentleman, he could not refuse a favor asked
work. Loyal to his task, well established in by a man to whom he was greatly indebted.
his forties, he had been happy to extend a Bentham knew how Mallory felt and only
sympathetic hand to a young and useful genuine distress could inspire such a de
American cousin uprooted by the inexplica mand.
ble disturbance known as the Civil War. “ Delighted to be of help to you, Claude,”
He often had an emergency use for officers Mallory said, with the gallantry of Pickett’ s
qualified in sail. Brigade fixing bayonets. “ I ’ll show those
“ There is a ship in port, Henry, which rascals how things should be done.”
could use you for a year. I will guarantee “ Good lad,” Bentham murmured and his
you a fee of five thousand.” conscience shrieked.
Mallory leaned forward eagerly. “ Then
my papers have come through?” he asked.
“ I ’m a British citizen?” IF M A L L O R Y thought that
Bentham did not answer at once, pre hanging up his cap in the cabin
tending to study a ship’s log. He did not of a Yankee whaler was worse
understand his cousin’s renunciation of than walking into a plague-in
America; his own code ran deeper than fested dungeon, the crew of the Marston
political loyalties. reciprocated his sentiments. The mates
were naturally embittered at losing their They were off Sakhalin before he figured
prospects of command, and the crew knew that Clark didn’t intend to jeopardize his
from waterfront gossip that he had been prospects o f permanent command when
an officer of the Shenandoah. the whaler filled her casks, as long as her
The senior mate, a burly, sea-gaited, two- unreconstructed Reb didn’t beg for trouble.
fisted Nantucket man named Clark wasted A s for the crew, each member had a pro
little time in defining their respective posi portionate part of the ship’s earnings. T o
tions of authority. reduce the navigational hazards of the Sea
“ Y ou pilot,” he said bluntly, while Mal of Okhotsk was a sound procedure that
lory was unpacking. “ I ’ll fish.” affected them all, and disposed them to
Mallory was too startled to reply. follow' Clark’s lead.
“ Y ou ’re cap’n in the eyes of the law After losing the tension which had in
only,” Clark went on. “ D on’t press it. duced him to carry the Colts tucked out of
Anything you got to say to the crew, say to sight in his waistband, Mallory faced the
me first.” problem of living for a year under the Stars
Mallory pulled a holstered Navy Colts and Stripes. The whaler was Yankee from
from his bag. Opening the empty cylinder, keel to truck, and the drawling voices of
he squinted obliquely into the heavy barrel. her crew were a constant reminder of the
“ I ’d like some sperm oil,” he said quietly. carpetbaggers rampant in the devastated
Clark looked at him for long moments South.
before deciding that the Colts was an an If cousin Claude had given him a second
swer, but a mere revolver couldn’t intimi choice, Mallory would have been back at
date a Nantucket man. his down-at-heels hotel.
“ I'll speak plain. W e didn’t sign on with
H e was a lion marooned on a deserted
you. Sea lawyers put you aboard. ”
“ Anything else?” Mallory asked, un island. A leader has to be accepted by his
packing a bullet mold. men, and apart from his acquaintance with
northern waters, Mallory had no means
The Marston’s spokesman shrugged. for arousing such acceptance. T o men born
A wise man would have taken the hint on the New England coast, good seaman
Mallory uncorked his temper. ship was no more remarkable than the abil
“ W e may as well understand each other. ity to walk, and Mallory’s experience had
If I'm captain in the eyes of the law, I ’ll be been largely in men-of-war, where huge
captain in fact until we return. So long as crews had to be kept busy, and finicky
you speak on the business of whaling, I’ll changing or trimming sail kept idle hands
bow to your professional knowledge. In out of mischief. Whalers didn’t carry even
anything else, I ’ll hold you and the crew a boy who didn't more than earn his keep.
accountable according to the laws and cus Sail was changed when necessary, and often
toms o f the sea.” not for a day at a time.
A smile flickered on Clark’s strong face. Mallory learned a lot one morning. He
“ W e understand each other,” he said. had been studying the deck. All hands were
Watching the mate turn and stolidly leave occupied without being supervised. Boat-
the cabin, Mallory at best foresaw a year steerers were drying out their long, tough
of miserable loneliness, and regretted the manila lines or whetstoning lances. Sea
honor of a gentleman. men swarmed in the boats cradled on the
When the whaler cast off her lines and cranes. The boatswain had a gang greas
dropped down to the open sea, he was pre ing running tackle or rigging the huge cut
pared for a semblance of mutiny. Nothing ting blocks. The cooper was shaping bar
happened. His orders were obeyed unen rels and the blacksmith was hammering out
thusiastically but without question. The new irons. Mallory had to be impressed
crew scarcely looked at him, automatically by Yankees at work and they aimed to
performing ship’s routine in a way that make the lesson stick.
gave him the uncomfortable realization that “ A bloooow !” suddenly wailed a mast
his presence was almost entirely unneces head lookout.
sary. The electric cry fizzled out against stolid
T o all appearances, the Marston was a resistance. N o one on the Marston’s deck
happy ship. even glanced up. Mallory stared at the tac-
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iturn crew until the sustained, unearthly Analyzing his situation, he concluded
shrieks from the masthead rasped on his that idleness was his chief danger, and had
judgment and drove him forward to Clark. his answer in a flash of inspiration. Every
“ Are you deaf?” Reb or Yank officer and enlisted man was
Clark squinted at the plume o f mist in writing about his war experiences. Mal
side the horizon, then tentatively felt the lory would write about the cruise o f the
edge of his spade with a strong, calloused Shenandoah. And so, to ride out the stormy
finger. present, he plunged into the stormier past.
“ Looks like a big ’tin,” he said soberly. This actually kept him tolerably content
“ Maybe a bowhead with three hundred for upwards of a month before recollection
barrels. T oo bad we aren’t ready.” became a burden. Besides, by then, the
The stout-bladed spade in Clark’ s hands Marston was killing bowheads in the Sea
was a substitute for the Colts that had once of Okhotsk, endlessly boiling out their oil
been in Mallory’s, and the gestures were in huge water-insulated trypots. Compet
identical. Mallory looked around. The ing with other whalers, working ever closer
mates engrossed in their irons tacitly backed towards shoal water, the Marston needed
up their senior. Mallory seethed at this her quasi-captain, and Mallory’s hands
evidence that when the chips were down, were busy with charts and instruments.
he wasn’t captain after all, but only a su The fishing was excellent. The cooper
pernumerary put aboard by some legal was scarcely able to keep ahead of the oil
hocuspocus. pouring into the cooling tank. W ith each
Glaring at Clark until he felt foolish, blanket of blubber stripped like an apple
Mallory whirled and clumped aft. Shoot peel from a whale, Mallory saw weeks
ing a look at the stony-faced helmsman clipped off the year he had dreaded. Once
studying the sails through an overhead as many as four whales floated fin up,
hatch, he went on down the port companion waiting to be brought under the cutting
ladder to the cabin. Fingers quivering in stage, where Clark and the mates operated
anger, he strapped on his pistol belt, de accurately and swiftly with their long-han
termined to have a showdown. dled spades.
W ith the stench of bubbling trypots and
burning scraps of rendered blubber burn
H E S A T down to steady his
ing as fuel and reeking in his nostrils, Mal
hands, for he couldn’t afford to
lory fought nausea and kept constant fixes
miss when he began shooting.
from landmarks as the Marston moved
Unlike the crew of a merchant
under shortened sail to keep her kills man
man, the Marston’s men were well armed
ageably alongside. His orders to the helm
with weapons that killed and cut up the
were promptly executed. N o one inter
hugest mammals in the world. The Colts’
fered with his navigation. W hen he had to
six slugs had to match a score of sharp-
sleep, Clark took over and always woke
bladed missiles. H e tried to plan his moves,
him long before he had blinked the oily
visualizing the eruption of violence. So,
smoke from his reddened eyes.
by the time he .was calm enough to use
a gun, he had also bitterly recognized the Each night lighted by the fat-fed flames
futility of pitting himself against thirty roaring about the try works, a haggard Mal
men. lory found himself numbed to peace with
in, and too tired to worry about himself.
Like Lee at Appomattox, the Yankees
Imperceptibly, he became an essential part
hopelessly outnumbered him.
of a hard-working team. While the crew
Reluctantly, he unbuckled the pistol belt watched another whaler carelessly rip out
and stretched out on his bunk. He was her bottom, he kept the Marston safe, and
entirely helpless, as much a prisoner as when the survivors that the Marston shared
though he had been captured by a Yankee with the other ships in the vicinity morose
cruiser during the war. Locking the re ly thanked him, no one disabused them of
volver in his stout mahogany desk, he threw the illusion that he was the skipper.
the key. but a stern window. As it van
ished in the swirling foam of the whaler’s A t least, not immediately.
wake, he was damned if the Yankees would Abruptly, as whaling luck ran, the bow-
drive him at last to suicide. heads vanished. One day, they swarmed
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tike porpoise. The next, they were gone. Staring at the round-faced, husky first
Low in the water, her casks tantalisingly mate, Mallory decided he was mistaken in
nearly full, the Marston lazed under the thinking the gesture was friendly. Clark
summer sun, lookouts bleary-eyed, and her lived and dreamed about nothing except
decks scrubbed almond white, as days be whales.
came weeks. “ W ell?”
Tensing with exasperation, the crew “ You anchor as close to the point as you
whiled away the time as Mallory cautiously think safe. I’m going in for two days.”
took the whaler on a slow swing westward Mallory nodded, the anger cooling with
along the coast. Some gambled, some in him in the face of a new thought. Only
sprawled on the forecastle around the six- a handful of men would be left aboard the
pounder smoothbore cannon the Marston whaler. He’d have comparative peace in
carried as on-the-spot insurance against the which to get a fresh *grip on the five thou
pirates of the China Sea. Away from the sand dollars that made his future.
lingering smell of whale oil, cool and com “ Very well,” he said. “ I’ll see to your
fortable in the winds sweeping from the boat charts.”
Siberian wastes.these idlers swapped yams The following dawn, Mallory was on
or sang. * deck to observe the launching of the whale
Engrossed in the intricacies of getting a boats and the oddly subdued men who
fix in high latitudes from sun sights, Mal scrambled into them. The crew had seen
lory did not immediately react to a tune just enough o f the Sea of Okhotsk to re
floating back from the forecastle above the spect the squalls and fogs that rolled out
crash and fall of choppy waves slapping of a clear sky, and their lightly constructed
the whaler’s sturdy side. Then, suddenly, craft were too packed with gear to be com
the refrain stabbed him. H e snapped his fortable for a long period. As the mates
pencil point, looked up, trapped the helms rigged spreads of canvas to carry them over
man in an unguarded grin, and stalked for to th.e forbidding headlands whose devious
ward without thinking. underwater shelfs were unknown, Mallory
The virile rhythms of The Battle Hymn wished them the best possible luck.
of the Republic trailed away. Seamen sat The sooner the Marston’s bottomless
up, exchanged sheepish, guilty glances casks were topped off, the sooner he could
at their unthinking insult, but, as Nan live like a gentleman. Standing in the
tucket men, wouldn’t say the song had shrouds until the boats turned the point, he
slipped out, the way songs do when men put the leadsmen in the chains and carefully
are bored. felt for good holding ground safely close to
Staring at each in turn, Mallory in two the rocky shoals.
short words ripped the grudging toleration By noon, with two anchors down, he
that the bygone weeks had woven. “ You had nothing to do except sit and watch the
damn yankees!” he said, with the concen empty, glinting water and the bleak, dis
trated venom of broken hopes. Then, turn tant shore, while his crew o f survivors
ing a proud, straight back on the suddenly doubtfully obeyed his orders to clean ship.
rigid faces, he went to his cabin, to whirl Having only a few familiar faces left
with doubled fists as Clark followed him aboard, Mallory nearly forgot the insult of
down the ladder. the previous day.
This insult proved to be minor.
C L A R K didn’t give him a Shortly after dinner, a lookout reported
chance to explode. “ I've been smoke on the seaward horizon. Assuming
lookin’ at the chart,” he said in the newcomer was a whaler trying out blub
his usual voice. “ Seems to me ber, Mallory indifferently squinted at the
there might be good fishing around the smoke and settled back to resume a well-
point in Shantar Bay.” earned nap. He dreamed he was again in
“ There isn’t any channel.” the Shenandoah, Jeff Davis in Richmond
“ I know,” Clark said quietly, “ but the and the tattered divisions of Lee still at
boats could get in.” He hesitated for a mo their game of mauling the well-equipped
ment that could have been significant. Yankees who pressed them too close. It
“ Seems to me the men need some exercise.” was a good dream, punctured by an all too
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in the last few minutes, Mallory ignored the The blacksmith laughed, patting him on
dot which grew into the Nunivak plowing the shoulder and, strangely, Mallory didn’t
ahead at full speed. Gradually, with the resent the Yankee’s familiarity in the least.
leaden slowness of escapes in nightmares,
the whaler interposed the bulk of the head
land between her vulnerable hull and the S T A N D IN G on the crest of
onrushing guns of Estomin. the headland, looking out at the
Then the Nunivak was blocked from Nunivak lazing at the entrance
view, and the whaler was across the shelf to the shelf, he was surprised
and into the Bay. Mallory took a full to find himself as lighthearted as he had
breath, his knees unhinged by relief. been in the glorious days on the Shenan
“ Steer for that cove,” he said to the doah. He actually itched for battle, gener
helmsman. ously wishing Estomin success in finding a
Tasting the sweetness of triumph, Mal way into the bay. The Marston had been
lory glanced at the blacksmith, who had warped into a fiord which sheltered her
been manning the mizzen braces. Pro from view or fire except from directly
visioned for a year, they could outwait the astern, and before Estomin found her, he
Nunivak if Estomin elected to wait for her would first meet the crew.
to reappear. But they wouldn’t be held
A slight smile on his lips, Mallory
that long. Nikolaievsk froze up in the fall
glanced down on his starboard hand to a
before the ice formed in Shanter Bay and
knoll where the men sprawled in readiness
Estomin would have to leave.
about the Marston’s gun. T h e six-pounder
Mallory’s glow of self-esteem lasted only was no longer despicable. Expertly placed
as long as it took the blacksmith to remark to take advantage of natural curtains, the
laconically, “ H e’s still coming at full gun’s muzzle bore on a point less than a
speed.” hundred yards distant where the Nunivak
The realization shook Mallory. He would have to pass. On the Nunivak, the
hadn’t considered that Estomin could eas gun would be perceived only short seconds
ily have a reliable chart ef the shelf and the before it fired, giving the blacksmith gunner
anger to risk the Nunivak, with her light one unhampered shot at the steamer’s boil
draft. Cursing, he looked at the sheet of ers. That one shot could easily end the
water stretching for thirty miles, fringed career of Lieutenant Estomin. If the shot
by cruel shores or crueler reefs. If it missed, the Yankees still had the relatively
weren’t for the boats, he could have taken huge target to try again, while the Russian
his chances in a lethal game of hide and gun crews, alarmed and hurried, would
seek. A s it was, he was chained to the area only have a small, well-protected party of
where Clark would reappear. men to aim at.
The blacksmith looked at him calmly, the Mallory had redressed the disparity in
spokesman for the Nantucket men, and arms and, more than this, he would have
asked with the confidence of a respectful the shock advantage of surprise. The black
friend, “ What will we do now, s ir?” smith waved cheerfully at him and Mallory
The blacksmith’s confidence was a re spontaneously waved back, in a gesture of f
flection of an attitude that Mallory newly comradeship that would once have shriveled
found on all the faces of the crew. He had his arm.
proved himself. They trusted his judgment.
Below him, Estomin’s binoculars sparkled
They would accept his decision. His uncer
on the steamer’s bridge as she lost way to
tainty broke with the sharpness of fever.
put over a heavily manned boat. The
“ Can you men serve a gu n ?” steamer prudently remained at the edge of
The blacksmith’s white teeth grinned in the shelf, rocking in the groundswell, her
a bearded background. Sailormen learned crew at battle stations. When the boat
the rudiments of gun drill as other men pulled away, Mallory was amazed that Es
learned how to shave. tomin was angry enough to pursue the
“ All right,” Mallory smiled. “ Let’s give whaler with a cutting out party. Estomin
that Russian a fight if he wants it.” He was merely throwing men away, for the
looked the blacksmith in the eye. “ I told Russians huddled in the boat would be help
him we would, anyway.” less against even a small number of de-
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termined men armed with a hidden can- ful explanation that proved true. The Nu
nivak purposefully steamed out to sea,
Tensed, ready to signal the news to his swung and fired a trial shell that still fell
gun, somewhat sickened at the slaughter short of the object of obliterating the
that would necessarily ensue, "Mallory Yankee flag. Estomin grimly went to maxi
watched the boat sweep onto the shelf. mum range, tried again, and his shell ex
With grim accuracy, the boat began to twist ploded at the foot of the headland. In fu
through the channel that the Marston had tile rage, Estomin then anchored, giving up
managed. Mallory reluctantly signaled the effort to punish the bold Americans, and
down to the guncrew to draw their solid prepared to wait the entire summer for them
shot and reload with canister, and the order to emerge.
electrified the Yankees. In a position with Mallory sighed, feeling almost cheated,
sheer rock below them, the Yankees were
unassailable and the Russians exploring the
channel were doomed if they came within
range.
As though sensing the destruction await
ing them, the Russians rested on their oars
a half mile distant from the headland, and
then leisurely put about and returned to
the Nunivak. Mallory wondered what Es-
tpmin would do next. Hearing a scramble
on the rocks below, he turned to see the
blacksmith climbing up to him, carrying a
small United States flag.
“ I saw ’em turn back,” the blacksmith
said, planting the flag beside him. “ Thought
they might wonder where we are.” He
slyly studied Mallory before looking off
Drag Iron, or Die!
towards the steamer.
Mallory hesitated to be identified with By Rod Patterson
Mr. Lincoln’s banner, and yet, whipped out
straight by the chill wind sweeping the Why should the lovely, desperate
cliff, the flag brazenly challenged the Rus
Big Hat heiress give to a green
sians, and this was Mallory’s intention.
Estomin would see that impudent rag and horn pilgrim the job of ramrod,
know that the Marston was standing her when the rustling of the leaves
ground in justice, though not in law. His whispered he was a traitorous back-
bluff had been called, and he would have shooting killer?
to do something about Mallory’s stubborn
insistence that the Marston would stay This action-packed, colorful story
long enough to retrieve her men. of the gunsmoke frontier leads
Estomin's reaction was violent. The Nu off the big July issue. You’ll also
nivak abruptly billowed with smoke. The enjoy the other thrilling stories by
sun sparkled on soaring iron that to Mal
James Shaffer, Gardner F. Fox, and
lory semed to float straight at him. He
stiffened, smiling at the possibility of being Cy Kees. On your newsstand now!
killed under the Stars and Stripes, and then Watch for it!
shells slammed into the rise below. The
heavy rock reverberated with concussions
that flung great gouts of splinters into
spraying dust that harmlessly pattered
away.
“ Not even close,” the blacksmith said.
“ W e’re too high. They can’t elevate
their guns enough,” Mallory said as a hope
58 ADVENTURE M AGAZINE
for there would be no action. From the made by the sailmaker in an inexact but
■vantage point of the headland, any attempt well meant Imitation of the Stars and Bars.
o f the Russians to row in and attack could Mallory only hesitated for the moments
he detected and stopped- Since Estomin needed to blink his eyes clear before he
had the sense to perceive this, the crew of strode to the halliards and hauled down his
the well-stocked whaler could simply out- flag.
wsit him, snug in their ship and secure in
their position.
The strain and fatigue of months struck R ID IN G instead of walking down Nanking
Mallory simultaneously, and he was ex Road, immaculate in fresh white linens,
hausted. “ Set up a watch,” he said. “ Wake Mallory acknowledged the polite bows of
me if they do anything.” shopkeepers and the nods of his white
“ Aye, aye, sir,” the blacksmith said, equals.
Navy-style, and saluted.
Mallory grinned soberly and went to bed. Entering his cousin’s place of business,
he squared his big shoulders. The clerk,
having just drawn up papers for Mr. Hen
ry Mallory to sign in exchange for a heavy
H E W A S roused, looked about, sack of gold, was quite obsequious in say
and saw Clark sitting patient ing, “ Go right in, sir! Mr. Bentham is ex
ly on a cabin chair. pecting you.”
“ Had a good trip,” Clark
“ Hullo, H enry,” Bentham said. “ I
said. “ W e ’ve just cut in the second bow -
heard you had a quick cruise.”
head. W e can leave any time.”
> “ The Marston has the best crew in the
Rubbing his chin, Mallory guessed that
Pacific,” Mallory said, his eyes on the re
he had slept around the clock. H e was re
spectable pile of heavy coins in front o f his
freshed, ready for anything, even the friend
cousin.
ly twinkle in Clark’s eyes, when the mate
Bentham quickly executed their business
remarked that the Nunivak had left that
and sat back. “ That should set you up,
morning in a huff of smoke.
Henry. One last thing— what are you going
“ Soon as you’re up to it, you’d, better to d o?”
get us out of this pocket,” Clark said, and Speculatively weighing the smooth leather
thereby delicately implied that Henry Mal sack which had once been his only reason
lory was a very valuable person indeed, able for staying aboard the whaler, Mallory
to do something better than*a Nantucket told him, “ I ’m going home with the Mar
man. ston.”
“ This afternoon, with the sun behind “ N o ! ” Bentham exclaimed.
us.”
Mallory smiled and bent over to shake
“ Y ou ’re the skipper,” Clark said and got hands hard. “ Thanks for everything.
up. Y ou ’ll never know what you’ve done for
Mallory was warmed by the simple words, me.”
and decided that he had been mistaken in “ Sorry to lose you,” Claude Bentham
thinking all Yankees were uncouth. There murmured, and watched his cousin walk
were a few exceptions like Clark and the out, shoulders square and head high, and
blacksmith. Later, going on deck with his decided that a lesson in loyalty was worth a
sextant and hand-made chart to take the private investment of five thousand dol
Marston through the channel that Estomin lars.
had not dared to try, Mallory changed his However, Bentham did have just the
mind further. slightest pang of conscience when he opened
In fact, he had to turn away and shield his desk and thoughfully ripped up H er
his eyes looking at the sun, because the Britannic M ajesty’s most gracious consent
men happily mincing the blubber that to accept Henry Mallory as her subject
would enable them to go home spontan once he had completed and notarized his
eously proved they knew the words of approved application for citizenship. This
D ixie almost as well as The Battle H ym n had been in his desk since the day he sent
of the Republic. A nd there, over the fan- Mallory on a cruise with the Nantucket
tail o f the Marston, fluttered a flag hastily men.
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THE DEATH HUNTER
By ST EV E FR A Z EE
U R IN G the final moments before Davidson’s look. “ I don’t know for sure.”
the steps. “ There’s no real evidence that capped by the stiffness o f a broken elbow
he shot M cKee. The police are still— ” M cKee had given Sargent a thumping and
“ Sometimes the law wants too much evi forbidden him to hunt on the farm any
dence.” Buchannan’s brown face was where.
harsh. One big, work-hardened hand There had been a great deal of shooting
gripped the guard rail firmly; his eyes on M cKee’s land that afternoon, particular
looked past the tiny station toward wheat ly where a six-acre pea field butted against
fields glowing in the sun. The hard cast high willows along a ditch bank. A pproxi
o f his deadly bitterness lay around him mately two hours after the fight two
like four walls. hunters had seen Sargent come from the
Davidson was running. “ D on’t lose your willows and run through the pea vines to
head, Stu. Let the police do their work.” ward his automobile on the road. They
“ Shep M cKee carried me down to the said that they heard one shot just before
beach and out to the boat at Dieppe,” Sargent burst from cover.
Buchannan said tonelessly. They weren’t sure just how close he had
Davidson was sprinting hard. “ I know, been to the place in the willows where a
but— ” H e stopped running. The coach few minutes later another hunter, whose
went past and Buchannan did not look back. gun showed that he hadn’t taken a shot that
Part o f Davidson’s last shout came to him : afternoon, found Shep McKee dying from
“ I ’ll get you word if they— ” a shotgun charge fired at close range.
W ind and the rattle of steel killed the Sargent had quit running by then and
rest. Stuart Buchannan took his pack and was kicking at tangled weeds and long
cased rifle and went into the coach where grass along a fence row, still moving to
Roy Sargent, given a clean slate by the ward his automobile. The man who found
police in the death of Shepard McKee, was M cKee began to shout for help. Sargent
riding north on a hunting trip. kept moving away, claiming afterward that
Sargent was the tall, deep-chested man wind and distance had muted the yelling
alone in a seat near the front of the coach. until he thought it no more than the plea
His skull seemed too small for the rest of of a hunter calling to his partner for aid
him, an impression heightened by the way in finding a downed bird.
short, dark ringlets of hair lay close to his H e said he had run from the willows in
head, as if damp with perspiration. From pursuit o f a wounded pheasant he had al
flat, black machine-gunner eyes he gave most stepped on.
Buchannan a curious glance as the latter Just two days before the police had given
passed. Sargent a clean bill. N ow he was run
The coach wasn’t crowded. Buchannan ning out, taking the least obvious route
took a seat near the rear o f the car and under the pretense o f going hunting. What
tried to keep his eyes off the back of if the police had cleared him? After two
Sargent’s head. weeks of thinking, a sneak’s own feeling
o f guilt would lead him to take a sneak’s
SO S A R G E N T was going way out, even when he didi^t have to. That
hunting. Davidson had accept would be the final, damning hit o f evidence,
ed that, even though he said it the mere additional speck that Buchannan
was the first time Sargent had needed.
been known to go after big game. Sargent He forced himself to take his eyes from
was a great one for birds, though. It had Sargent’s back. He kept telling himself that
been pheasants that day two weeks ago he didn’t know for sure what he planned
when Shep M cKee had asked him politely to do— and he knew that he lied. He knew
not to hunt the field where the sheep were. what he intended to do. All that was left
Sargent made several insulting remarks to decide was how. And it wouldn’t be a
about farmers who thought they owned sneak’s way— he’d face Sargent man to
everything that happened to light on their man, let him know what the score was, and
land. He admitted at the hearing that M c give him an honest chance.
Kee had been patient— up to a point, until H e’d do it for Shep' McKee, whose
M cKee’s slow grin so infuriated Sargent blackened face had been blank with pain,
that he started a fight. Although handi whose shattered arm dripped blood into
THE DEATH HUNTER
the sea while Stuart Buchannan lay help got one hired at Little Bear.” For several
less on his shoulder, and the little boat moments he watched fields sweep past,
drifted farther away on the dark water. . . and then he looked at Buchannan. “ I was
And then he was looking at Sargent thinking we could throw in together—
again, and Sargent was twisted around in you’re a friend of Davidson’s and all— ”
his seat studying Buchannan curiously. The He left the proposal dangling.
dark-haired man smiled tentatively, then H e’s smarter than he looks, Buchannan
rose and came down the aisle, swaying with thought. But even if Sargent had read the
the train, gripping the backs of seats. truth in Buchannan’s face a few moments
Somewhere behind him Buchannan before, or had guessed it from the relation
heard the conductor talking to a woman ship with Davidson— nothing was going to
with children. A little child cried, “ Pret help him if he tried to skip the country.
t y !” The conductor laughed and said, “ . . . such a shame,” the woman was
“ She likes these brass buttons.” telling the conductor, “ to go through that
Sargent stopped at Buchannan’s seat and terrible fighting— and then be killed in a
smiled. It was a twisted grimace, Buchan hunting accident on his own farm !”
nan thought; twisted and'crafty, but he Sargent’s face went bleak and hard. He
received it dispassionately. His anger was looked warily at Buchannan and seemed on
gone now and the heat of it had tempered the verge of withdrawing quickly.
a sharp edge inside him.
“ Sit down,” Buchannan said. “ Let’s talk
Sargent said, “ I see you’re going up for
your idea over."
some of the big stuff.”
Buchannan nodded. This Sargent looked
like a man with a high, quick temper, an T H R E E miles above the settle
unsteady sort of fellow when the pressure ment of Little Bear, which sat
was on. That would be worth remember at the upper end of Mirror
ing. Lake, Buchannan lay on a hill
“ Y ou ’ve been around town two or three side lush with clover and watched a mother
days, haven’t you ” Sargent asked. “ With black bear providing fish for her two cubs
Davidson.” in a little boggy flat below. Wading up
Caution rose in Buchannan. He nodded a narrow stream overhung with long brown
again. grass, the old she bear hurled shining
“ Thought I’d seen you, and I noticed geysers and gleaming trout onto the banks.
him at the train a minute ago.” Sargent Snuffling at the water, her coat agleam
glanced at the rifle case in the rack above with wet in the late afternoon sun, she ex
Buchannan. “ Isn’t that Davidson’s.” plored . under the banks, drove the fish -
“ Uh-huh. I borrowed it for this trip.” ahead into clear water and blasted them'
out with incredibly quick sweeps of her
“ Great fellow, Davidson,” Sargent said.
paws. The cubs snarled and pounced and
“ W e used to hunt birds together every— ”
A shadow crossed his face and his thoughts feasted.
switched abruptly. For three days now Buchannan had
spent his days less than a half mile from
No, Buchannan thought, Davidson will
never hunt with you again. the camp in a clearing at the junction of
two small streams. Each day he had seen
“ This is my first big game try,” Sargent the bears, once stripping berry bushes, one
said. He looked at Buchannan’s big hands, afternoon ripping rotten logs apart on a
at the steady gray eyes with the white lines hill where new growth was rising above
at the comers. “ How much do you depend an old burn, and today fishing.
on a guide, or are they all racketeers?”
He had no interest in killing a harmless
“ That depends on the guide, I suppose.” black bear, even if there had been no other
Sargent smiled. “ You got a good one thoughts than hunting on his mind. So far
lined up?” he hadn’t targeted the rifle that lay beside
Buchannan shook his head. “ I decided him
to make this trip on the spur of the From where he lay he could watch the
moment.” trail in a narrow valley that opened on his
Sargent ducked his head and raised his right to timber-spotted hills beyond. Be
brows as he looked out of the window. “ I've hind him, higher up, the pines were dense;
64 ADVENTURE M AGAZINE
on the opposite slope a rocky spine rose loitered, snuffling in the dead grass where
almost sheer and bare. fish had been.
Diedre, the guide from Little Bear, and H e was still there five minutes later when
Sargent always went up-valley. It was un Diedre and Sargent passed on the trail a
likely, Buchannan thought, that Sargent hundred yards from him. They saw him
would make a wide detour around this and Sargent started to raise his gun.
vantage point to reach Little Bear and Diedre said no, no with his head and one
M irror Lake, where there was an amphi hand. Sargent lowered the rifle and the
bian for hire. two men went on.
It was very unlikely, since Buchannan When they were out of sight in the trees
had given Diedre fifty dollars to prevent Buchannan followed. H e scared the cub
that sort of move, telling the quiet, sharp- from the stream and it ran to the edge of
eyed little guide that Sargent must not be the timber, where it climbed five or six
allowed to stray because he was a rank feet to the crotch of a small tree, clinging
novice out on his first woods trip. Not that there as if in complete safety while it
Diedre hadn’t known that from the moment watched Buchannan go.
he’d met the two men at the station fifteen Sargent was sullen in camp. That eve
miles from Little Bear. ning after supper he complained, “ There’s
Diedre had taken the money and nodded, no game here! Three days of tramping and
his quick black eyes shooting questions that we see one cub bear.” H e looked at
he didn’t ask. The guide was no fool. H e’d Diedre. “ What did you do, pick an easy
brought in two men and he’d go out with place to get to ?”
two men or know the reason why. Not that “ There’s game here,” Diedre said quiet
Buchannan intended to conceal his actions ly. “ It takes patience. It is not like the
when the time came, but he wanted no old days.”
interference. “ Game here! Patience!” Sargent turned »
He watched the black bear explode an away in disgust. “ For the time and money
other fish from the water. She went ashore this has cost so far we should have been
to eat it, beating the cubs away. Buchan- overrun by game.”
nan’s thoughts came back to Sargent. Diedre shrugged. “ If you wish, we can
So far Sargent had given no indication try another place.”
that he knew what lay in Buchannan’s “ I like it here myself,” Buchannan said.
mind, but he must have wondered why he “ I don’t want to move right now.” H e
had a hunting partner who always went looked at Sargent. "But you two could go
alone and after the others had left. Sup back to the lake and try the country west
pose Sargent hadn’t intended to leave the o f there for a few days— if you want to,
country at all ? that is.”
Buchannan considered that thought. It He watched Sargent narrowly.
had crept up on him several times in the Some of the temper went from Sargent’ s
last three days, and each time he beat it face. After a while he said, “ N o use to
back with the fact that he had seen a split up, even if you don’t take much inter
glimpse of an unusually large number of est in hunting. W e can all move or stay
big notes in Sargent’s wallet when they together. Maybe Diedre’s . right. Maybe
were buying supplies with Diedre. we’ve just had a bad run o f luck here.”
N o man out hunting would be likely to He knows, Buchannan thought. The de
carry a huge sum of money with him. Oh, cision will have to be pushed on him.
Sargent intended to run away, sure enough.
H e was playing a crafty, waiting game. It
might require a little pressure to flush him W H E N S A R G E N T was at
out, a slight forcing of the issue— but he’d the stream getting a drink
break sooner or later. Buchannan said to Diedre,
The old bear stopped fishing. She sat “ Y ou heard on the radio about
up in the water, sniffing the air, looking up- the man killed two weeks ago south of
valley. Then she scrambled from the here?”
stream and began to move quickly toward Diedre took his pipe from his mouth.
the forest. One cub followed. The others “ I heard.”
THE DEATH HUNTER 65
“ Ask about it after while.”
Diedre nodded slowly, his eyes un F or in form a tion on NORTH
readable. AMERICAN BIG GAM E HUN T
Watching through the drift of smoke ING, w rite fr e e to A. H. Car-
and curling flame tips Buchannan saw hart—
Sargent’ s expression turn from quick de F or th e latest on GUNS and
fiance to bleakness when the guide asked, FIELD T RIALS, address R oy S.
“ Bid they ever find out who killed the T in n ey—
farmer down where you fellows live ?” S ee ASK ADVENTUR E EX-
His eyes dark hollows in the firelight, PERTH LISTINGS o n p age 101.
his lips twisted, his teeth gleaming whitely,
Sargent raised his head to look squarely at -other; and once he roused from a doze to
Buchannan. see Sargent standing by a rebuilt fire, look
“ The police haven’t found out— yet,” he ing toward the blackness of the forest.
said. “ One day they will, or the men who They- were quite late in starting up-val
caused that accident will confess.** His ley the next morning. Buchannan gave the
voice was low and toneless, as one speak other two their customary lead and then
ing ekher from bitter resignation or des headed for his observation point. He heard
perate hope. a lone shot from somewhere ahead. When
The silent trees behind them, the play of he came from timber to a clearing he saw
firelight on their faces, the night and Diedre and Sargent several hundred yards
wilderness about them— all that made dis above him on the clover hillside.
sembling almost impossible, Buchannan They yelled and waved their arms but
thought; then, too, the flat, dull tone of their words did not come distinctly.
Sargent’s voice gave strength to the Moments later, against a rotting log, he
thought that he had spoken from hope in found a dead cub still warm and bleeding.
stead ef fear. It was probably the independent little fel
Diedre’s black eyes watched Buchannan low that had stayed by the creek the day
quietly. SaTgent dropped his gaze to stare before when its brother and its mother fled
into the fire. into the trees, he thought bitterly.
Some time later Sargent said, “ Maybe, H e picked it up and stared savagely at the
after all, if we have no luck tomorrow FH two upon the green hill. Diedre would
go with Diedre west of the lake.” not have allowed this if he could have pre
vented it. That miserable, murderous
Buchannan's gray eyes were cold and un
Sargent!
wavering as he looked across the flames at
For a breath of time his anger blinded
the dark ringlets on Sargent’s lowered
him to his danger; and then he realized
head.
why the pair had been shouting. He was
He was half smiling when he said, “ Try still holding the cub ’ when he turned to
it, Sargent— if you think the move is look at the timber ahead.
worthwhile.” The old she-bear came from it. She saw
In the furry hours of darkness while he him and stopped. She reared and sniffed.
lay awake in his sleeping bag doubt came Then she dropped on all four feet and faced
once more to Stuart Buchannan. Over and him with her head lowered between the
over he fought t o keep alive the picture of bulge o f shoulders. In the instant left to
Sargent running through the sere and fallen him for decision his brain churned with the
pea vines; but the vision of McKee thought: “ I didn’t do this!” He wanted to
dying in the willows by the ditch did not shout it at the bear, to make her under
come. H e always saw McKee staggering stand— and the same reason that prompted
in the surf with a wounded man on one the wish told him brutally that he had to
great, broad shoulder. Sometimes the little run or kill.
boat rose and fell and drifted farther and He dropped the cub and raised his rifle.
farther away on the dark water, but McKee Pinched at the corners his eyes looked
kept struggling toward it. down the cold steel tube. The black bear
Sargent was not sleeping well either. did not move. He lowered the rifle,
Buchannan saw the blossoming of matches stepped backward over the log and began
and the glow of cigarettes one after an- (Continued on page 105)
By A R TH U R H. C A R H A R T
Cr
C . C . STA PLES
SUNSHINER
E S T of Jolo harbor, beyond Bala-
Kim halted halfway along the shack^ “ Yeah,” he drawled. “ Pipe dream, eh?
Iwrdered lane and looked back with eyes Now, listen. You thought your crew went
squinted. H e’d told Strader to go to hell. to the sharks when the reef tore the belly
That wouldn’t stop the sunshiner. Strader out of your prahu. One didn’t. H e rode a
knew what was going on. H e’d follow. piece of wreckage until some fishermen
Friends back in the States would not have picked him up. H e’d lost one leg to the
recognized this man in the street as Kim sharks. Almost done for when some Moros
Ransom. His hair was uncut, bushy and found him.”
sunburned His shirt was torn, his trousers “ Which one— ” began Kim. That was
frayed at the bottoms. H e had lived for almost an admission that all Strader had
weeks in naked freedom, like any other said was true. The sunshiner tightened his
pearler. He looked like any American go- eyelids a little. “ Show me the man you say
m{» to pieces in the tropics. was picked up,” Kim challenged.
“ Thought so,” he breathed as Strader “ H e’s dead.” Strader chuckled. “ He
rounded a far corner. “ Trailing me to get told what happened, but he didn’t say
•a share of the kill.” where.” Strader shrugged. “ Think I’d be
Strader knew his man was in a corner here if I knew the location of that reef?
and he was in no hurry. If Kim left Jolo Use your brains. Y ou ’re the only one alive
before sunrise, Strader was going to be cut who can go directly back to that wrecked
in on the deal. prahu. Others would have to put in days
Nobody knew Strader’s past; nobody hunting for the spot, and that’s no part of
cared much He was beefy, unshaven, and the islands to linger in.”
hid his meanness behind a show of jovial That was true enough. The pearls were
laziness. He lived with a M oro woman in in a little strongbox beside shark-infested
a shack near the Chinese pier, just outside fangs of coral. Kim and his crew had been
of the walled town. Strader might be forty, running from a threat of death haunting
or sixty; his type— black-haired men with those islands to the south when they piled
small lively eyes and abundant animal vi into that reef.
tality— rarely show their true age. He “ Now, look,” said Strader. “ There’s
wasn’t downright filthy, but by ordinary only a couple of Moros who know any
standards he was unwashed. thing about this. I ’ve told ’em to keep
There, Kim thought, is yourself, Ransom, their mouths shut. Sooner or later they’ll
in a couple of years from now, if the say something that’ll spill the whole busi
islands beat you. And you’re on your way ness. Maybe tonight, when they’re full of
il you don’ t leave. You’re on your w a y !" nipa gin. Then every cutthroat on Jolo will
be on your tail. Some gang might grab you
Strader thrust blunt hands into pockets
of pants more ragged than K im ’s. The and twist the information out of you.
joints on the sunshiner’s fingers were tuft W e ’re a couple of Americans, Ransom.
Let’s be partners in this.”
ed with black hair. He let out a puff of
If Strader hadn’t inferred equality be
breath fumed with low grade gin.
tween them, Kim might have talked toward
“ Don't play the fool, kid,” said Strader some deal. It was the realization that
thinly. “ Y ou ’ve got to have that prahu. Strader, dirty, full of gin, living with Moros,
Let’s talk business.” considered there was no difference between
“ I told you to go to hell.” K im ’s voice them that broke out Kim’s anger.
was level. Strader blinked. Then he smiled “ You lousy island tramp,” he said, “ keep
until his strong teeth showed, black with away from me.”
betel nut stain. “ Don’t pull that stuff,” said Strader, and
“ Pearls,” said Strader. “ A slew of pearls, his eyes became wicked. “ I’m just as good
hi four fathoms, beside a coral reef near an as you are. Y ou ’re a tramp yourself, if
atoll south of here where your prahu was you don’t know it.”
cut in two. Y ou ’ll have to take that prahu Kim left him, standing in the nipa hut
beside my shack if you hope to get ’em be shadows. He walked toward the thorough
fore someone beats you to it.” fare leading to Chino Charlie’s and felt with
“ A pipe dream,” jeered Kim. a cold fear that he already was partly like
Strader wiped his full lips with the furry Strader. God help him, he’d go like Strader
uack of his hand. if he didn’t find a way of escape.
SUNSHINER
W H E R E the side street met the waddled through the dusted sunlight of the
road, Kim glanced back. Strader big room, bulged into the extra wide door
was picking his teeth.' He saw way, stopped ponderously and rolled a ciga
Kim look his way, shrugged rette.
and started to follow. As though he saw a “ Whassa matta?” demanded Charlie
soggy nemesis creeping after him, Kim His voice was reedy in ridiculous contrast
started tramping almost heedlessly along to his bulk.
the middle of the street, through the multi “ What isn’t ? ” Kim threw himself into
colored, many-scented traffic a chair. “ I told you this morning I had
to find a prahu and go south tonight
A polyglot current of humanity shuffled,
There’s only one boat on the island that
shouldered, shouted and laughed along the
could put out. It’ s on the beach at No
street. Young girls giggled and cast pro
Soap Strader’s.”
vocative glances. A half naked gook squat
Charlie gave Kim a benign glance,
ted on a heavy, solid wooden wheeled cart
trundled to a great chair especially built for
His knees were high as his ears. A short
him. There was no way of estimating the
legged, long-horned carabao dragged the
bony framework inside of Chino Charlie
clumsy vehicle. A single line attached to a
His meat cased tightly inside of smooth
ring in the nose guided the animal; the
yellow hide. He was not merely big-bod
other end of the line was held between the
ied— Charlie was big in heart and the
gook’s toes. His hands were busy with a
quality politely called intestinal fortitude.
huge, home made cigar tied together with
Their friendship had begun one sticky
sewing thread.
night when Kim, wearing sneakers, walked
Kim jumped with those around him, into the store as two tong men closed in on
scrambling to the narrow stone sidewalk, to Charlie. It was a merry battle— a tangle of
avoid being run down by a two-wheeled knives, fists, hatchets and the canned goods
calesa drawn by fierce little native stallions. Charlie threw with fine accuracy. Char
Tw o Spanish women with sharp features lie’s courtly expression of thanks was the
sat in the calesa. The younger one glanced beginning of understanding between them,
at Kim, and stared as though he were a and now the half-caste Cantonese almost
zoo speciment. Kim laughed harshly. He regarded Kim as an adopted son.
was getting in a devil of a state. The “ Strader no good.” Charlie said. He
thought of being human driftwood, like held the thin cigarette between fingers as
Strader, was bearing too heavily on his round and hard as sledge handles.
mind. <
“ W ell, he’s got the only boat,” Kim saio
An official, a dour man in spotless svhite, restlessly.
passed in a carriage and Kim jumped
“ Mebbyso,” Charlie nodded. “ Maybe
again. A breech-clouted coolie stopped be
takee prahu, come dark.”
side him. The burden bearer eased his
shoulder under a long pinga pole with huge “ That,” said Kim, tightly, “ is an idea
bundles hung on each end, tilted his solid, Turn thief. So I might go back to 'Frisco
conical hat, swiped sweat with a finger, and that girl waiting.”
then hunched the load to a balance and “ Missy Janelake." nodded Charlie.
plodded on. T w o turbaned and bearded “ Yes, Jane Lake,” said Kim. “ You
Sikhs walked through the hurly-burly with ought to know. I’ve shown you her pic
a great show of dignity They almost ture and read parts of her letters.”
tramped over Kim, and he suddenly cursed “ Lotta girl, everywhere,” said Charlie,
again as he hurried toward the trader’s. delicately flicking ash from his cigarette
Something like curdled violence was “ You don’t get pearl now, you get later
loose within the big, half-shadovyed store as No get Janelake, plenty other women.
Kim reached the porch under the board Whassa matta— lotta pearl, lotta girl. No
awning. The racket inside was only Char get now, you get after while. Allesame.”
lie and another Cantonese haggling over a “ Like hell,” said Kim. “ Those are mv
peseta’s worth of guianmos. pearls and Jane’s my woman. I’ve been
The customer, a weazened Chinaman here a year and I’ve made a haul, and I’d
with small, bright eyes, trotted out of the be buying passage to the States now if that
hazy interior anrl down the street Charlie confounded Malav pirate hadn’t made us ”
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“ Lotto women, allesame.” It wasn’t cer “ I ’ll get that prahu," said Kim, and
tain whether Charlie meant it or was jab turned back to the porch.
bing Kim to hear him protest.
Kim said “ I ’d give a leg if I could get a CHAPTER 2
prahu tonight!”
A singsong chant started beyond the store S T R A D E R hadn’t t u r n e d
corner. around when Kim slipped back
“ A leg, a leg— I’m bid one leg. Make it to the porch. The sunshiner
a pair. Make it two. I’m bid one— anyone picked up the liquor bottle after
make it tw o ?” he turned, and held it up so the light passed
“ Strader,” said Kim, in disgust. through it. He rubbed his hand across his
The sunshiner slouched around the lips.
corner, grinning. Somewhere in the past “ Hah,’ ” said Strader, with thick satisfac
he had been an auctioneer. His chant was tion. “ That’s real stuff. I remember a bar
a way of suggesting, without saying so, man in Des Moines who never used any
that at some time he had been something be other brand when he mixed— never mind.”
sides a squaw man. H e broke off suddenly and poured a drink.
Strader helped himself to a chair. Char H e downed it as a thirsty man would drink
lie got up, brought a bottle of liquor from water. “ The brand doesn’t make much dif
the store, and placed it on a low table be ference. If you get drunk enough you don’t
tween Kim and Strader. Charlie left while care whether or not a woman has teeth
they eyed each other. Strader reached black from betel nut. Get drunker and you
swiftly for the bottle, poured drinks into don’t care a damn about anything, includ
the two glasses, picked up the one nearer ing women.”
to him, sniffed appreciatively and gulped
He sat down and fondled the half empty
the liquor.
bottle. Kim thought he had made his de
“ I’ve got a prahu, and a native crew cision to get away with the prahu when
that’ll sail it over Niagara and back up Charlie said he’d stake Kim to supplies.
again, if they took the notion,” stated But the clinching of his plan to steal the
Strader. prahu really came as he sat looking at
“ And cut a man’s throat as easily.” Strader. Theft was really trifling. He might
“ If you’re squeamish about how many even consider murder if it meant escape.
wives they’ve got, or their record with the Anyway, if he got back to Jolo with the
constabulary, or how many murders they’ve prahu, Strader could have it again, and with
really done, or if you’re plain afraid— ” some bounty for its use..
Strader left the sentence hanging. He felt cold and certain in his mind as
A pair of amorous curs always stop traf he began crafty moves to get the prahu in
fic in an island street. A crowd gathered the water. One man couldn’t haul it off
about two luckless mongrels that struggled the beach. Even if several could, it would
to abandon each other amid snarling and bring Strader and the Moros swarming
yelping. Women joined the men in making from the huts. But if the prahu were afloat,
pungent remarks. There was giggling and hard paddling could get it around to the
laughter. Strader tossed a water-front re loading point and from there on he’d have
mark into the general talk, and stood at the a chance to use tide and breeze to get clear
edge of the porch laughing with his loose of the harbor.
mouth open. “ I thought you wanted to talk business,”
Kim got up slowly, leaving Strader Kim said. “ You put a few more of those
there with a half empty glass in his hand. slugs of liquor inside of you and you’ll
Charlie was just inside of the doorway. not know whether we’re talking about a
Kim spoke softly: “ If I get that prahu, prahu or a pinga pole.”
you stake me to gru b?” “ You can’t get where you want to go
“ Sure,” said Charlie. on a pinga p ole,” said Strader. He chuckled,
“ Y ou ’re making me a thief,” said Kim, his belly pumping with low laughter. “ What
with a twist of his lips. about the prahu f ”
“ Honest man first, then thief,” said “ What about it?” Kim threw back the
Charlie. “ You d o ? ” question.
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. Strader licked his lips. “ It really belongs “ Dynamite for sharks.” Kim grinned a
to Datu Lakat, cousin o f my M oro girl.” little. “ A few doses of forty per cent pow
The sunshiner began scratching his ribs. der down by that reef may clear the water
“ Lakat’s got two divers in his crew. Good long enough to get a man down and up
ones. W e ’ll deal for the whole business.” without having him chewed in two. One
“ What basis?” Kim watched the flicker case of forty per cent powder, Charlie, fuse
in the man’s eyes. and caps.”
“ H alf,” Strader reached for the bottle, “ All light.” Charlie frowned, then beck
halted his hand, and for several seconds oned Kim into quarters.
stared at Kim. The trader was digging into a chest when
“ Y ou wouldn’t be thinking of taking Kim entered the rooms where Charlie
all?” questioned Kim. “ For instance, if I lived. The chest yielded a long, cylindrical
didn’t come back.” object swathed in oiled cloth. Charlie
“ Sure.” Strader laughed again. “ I’d chuckled as he unwrapped it.
thought of that and knew you would. “ Lord ,” said Kim. “ A Browning.
Moros might figure it that way. But you W here the devil did you get that machine-
must remember, we’re two whites, Ran gu n?”
som. I said half of what’ s in that box by “ M y cousin A h Quong velly good pearl
the reef. Take it or leave it.” er.” Charlie wiped the smooth metal of the
A gong orchestra started its infernal gun. “ Ah Quong go home, Canton. Don’t
boom-bonging as they sat, almost without come back. Leave this for me. Dynamite
moving. Dust hung in humid air. The good medicine for sharks. Browning gun
smell of copra, the putrid perfume of the good medicine for pirate fellah. You catch-
durian, a deliciously flavored, rotten-scent urn pirate, he catchum hell, maybe. Big
ed fruit, the aroma of dried fish eddied with joke for pirate fellah, I guess, maybe.”
the breeze. Odors, heavy air, everything “ Bless your old Confucian soul,” said
it touched, seemed to pulse with the gongs. Kim. “ If I ever get back here again I ’ll pay
The new night was coming alive, throbbing you— ”
with a heartbeat of the East. If a man sat “ Whassa matta?” protested Charlie.
here, not caring, he would surrender to the “ All jawbone. T oo muchee talk. Get chow
spell. stuff on Chinese pier. I wait. You get
* Kim got up with a fierce shake of his prahu. You don’t wait.”
shoulders.
“ Y ou might,” said Kim grimly, “ burn a
“ Get the prahu in the water,” he said few strips of prayer paper to a joss or two
shortly. “ I ’ll have supplies lined up and while I’m getting that boat. Maybe joss
come by your place about midnight.” fellah think white thief some good and
“ Better come before that,” said Strader. help.”
“ Midnight,” said Kim, flatly. “ Out-tide Before Kim started toward Strader’s, the
will still be strong enough to carry us to supplies were stacked on the dock. Charlie
sailing water.” sat in a shadow, smoking a cigarette. The
Browning had been hidden in the bedroll.
H E T U R N E D into the store. Charlie had included all the ammunition he
If this worked out, by midnight, had, and it was enough for pirate trouble.
he’d be under sail with Jolo That blunt weapon gave Kim a feeling of
fading behind him. Then let security he had not felt before.
Strader, let anyone on Jolo try to follow The gong orchestra had beaten up to a
Chino Charlie was packaging supplies as higher rhythm. A waterfront woman sang
Kim entered the big room. Charlie knew a native song in a dive on a side street.
what not to take, which was important. Mists coming in from the bay made hazy
Kim checked over the stuff swiftly, and saw nebulae of lamps supposed to illuminate the
it was adequate. wharves. A dama de noch bush, which
“ A ll there,” said Charlie, beaming. blooms only once a month, and only at
“ One thing lacking,” said Rim. “ Dyna night, added its cloying perfume to the lan
mite.” guorous drift of air.
“ Whassa matta?” Charlie lifted thin Kim paused at a twist in the street that
brows. was black as a bend in a sewer and almost
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as noxious. H e looked back. The night was at some of the islands south and find a good
blind, the air as soft as flesh. There were M oro crew to go on with him. If he had a
shadows, where columns of mist moved boat he could get a crew.
along the street in stately processions. A Little waves slapped the bow. The smell
bat flickered by, stirring up air against his of the sea came salty and sharp. Fog was
bare cheek. thinning; he saw lights in the harbor. That
He blew out his nostrils as he started helped— he wouldn’t be ramming into ship
down the side lane. But the next breath ping anchored in port. The water-paved
was humid and heavy. The islands— beau way to escape lay open. He felt like stand
tiful, lazy, seductive and lousy, like a wench ing up with a yell, and smiled the impulse
with bright eyes and a dirty neck. Y ou beat down.
off an approach that sapped your will, but The faint echo o f the gong orchestra came
the next moment, the allure returned. And in fitful cadence. Kim threw his head back
— to hell with it. in a quick gesture. He thought of Jane
A Moro woman crooned in Strader’s hut. Lake waiting. He was a thief, but he was
At the beach, there was a little sighing glad of it, if at end he would find Jane wait
sound where slow ripples ran over the ing.
shingle. Kim waited a long time beside a Then there was a sound— not offshore,
palm tree. If he were discovered, there but on the prahu. Kim suddenly felt his
would be knives in the dark. eyes staring, trying to pierce shadows. It
He finally stepped softly into the water might have been a rat, or it could have been
and waded out against the ghostly shimmer some of the supplies shifting in the pile.
of night waters. The prahu should be di The slap of water against the side of the
rectly in front of Strader’s. Kim was breast boat seemed loud and heavy. His own
deep when he saw it. He had to swim the breathing, the sound of the light breeze in
last few feet. His heart pounded as he the rigging, were magnified. He began to
hung for a long moment with a hand hooked feel the nearness of someone, a strange pre
over the gunwale. sentiment that other beings were on the
There was a lift to this business of rob craft.
bery and he felt it. He waited a few mo But no other sound came and the
ments after he boarded the prahu, hearing shadows were those of night under stars.
the water drip from his wet clothes. There The nerve tension passed a little; his
was no sound before he cast off and headed muscles loosened.
the prahu along the waterfront. The sound came again. The scrape of a
The tide was at full flood as he poled to bare foot on a bit of deck matting brought
the Chinese pier. He caught the plank edge him to a half crouching position.
and pulled along to where Charlie waited. For one instant Kim glimpsed shadows
They worked without a word until the charging from the suali deck house. Then
goods were piled into the prahu. they crashed into him.
The heavy bedroll came last and Charlie He felt the touch of brown bodies as he
chuckled in the dark as he handed it down. struck wildly. The fire of a knife did not
“ Good medicine,” said Charlie. “ Go rip at his ribs as Kim expected. He felt
plenty quick, now. Tide run out. Pretty their panting breath on his neck as they
soon somebody find boat gone.” sprawled. Kim knew how he had been out
The shove from the pier sent the prahu witted before No-Soap Strader spoke.
gliding into the slow sweep of the tide. “ Neat business, Lakat,” said the sun-
Palm leaves began to rustle like the dusty shiner out of the darkness. “ Tie him and
clapping of hands, and a sudden touch of throw him in the deckhouse. He knows
breeze riffled along the waterfront. where to go and we’re on our way.”
Moros twisted him and jerked thongs
K IM sat at the steering oar aft tight over his wrists. He was carried and
er he had eased up a bit of sail. dumped into deeper darkness. For long
The pile of plunder could be moments, stacked into a corner, Kim Ran
stowed under the suali deck som beat his thoughts against the thing
after he was away from the harbor. Plenty he faced. He summed it up in one answer.
of time, once he was clear. Time to put,in The islands had him as in a net. Even
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though he came out of this with his life, he shook himself and dug at his teeth with his
might never get away from the islands. little finger. He stared at Kim moodily.
“ What in hell are you thinking about?”
» - V - ‘C M O R N IN G steeped up out of “ Something you said yesterday,” Kim ,
the e a s t w a r d oceans. The told him. “ About white men fighting the
*
Southern Cross glowed, then islands to a finish— and if he doesn’t win,
dimmed in a sky shot through he’s an island tramp. He never gets away.”
with gold. Kim Ransom lay on the prahu’s “ Tripe,” said Strader. He spat red be
deck, listening to the whisper of the water tel juice and a little dripped on his beard.
as the sharp bow cut southward. After they “ W ho wants to get away?”
were well away from Jolo, Strader had or “ You d o.” Kim saw the flicker in the
dered the ropes off K im ’s wrists and ankles. man’s small eyes.
“ If you have funny ideas, Ransom, about Strader cursed, slowly, then said, “ Give
slipping over the side,” Strader said, “ think me the price of good, imported liquor, meat
again. Think of sharks.” roasted by a M oro woman, a brown-skinned
Lalon Bagusun, one of the Moros, had wench that’s young and— ”
guided the prahu through the night. Kim “ And you lie, S tr a d e r ,K im said level-
had given the course and Bagusun steered ly. “ Y ou’re thinking right now of crowds
by the stars. Datu Lakat was squatting be hurrying to the Ferry Building in San
side the deckhouse. He was a wrinkled, Francisco, of white women with teeth white
evil-visaged scoundrel. He wore a wooden- instead of black with betel— you’re remem
sheathed barong strapped to him as though bering people hurrying along Michigan
he had been born with it. Moros ask odds Avenue at dusk, or Locust Street in Des
of no one when it comes to cold steel. But Moines, or— ”
even that murderous knife would be useless “ Y ou ’re full of foolish talk,” cut in Stra
against a stream of death jetting from a der, irritably. “ Stop your blabbering.”
machine-gun. And the Browning was an He began stowing the supplies still
ace in the hole. Kim had decided his course stacked in the waist of the prahu. Kim
as the night waned. If he could keep the made no move to assist. The way he rested
Browning hidden until the critical moment, against his bedroll, he could feel the hard
he would get the whip hand. metal of the Browning against his back. It
was strategy to keep close to that gun— to
Let Strader believe he had everything his
keep between it and anyone who might dis
way, wait until they had reached the reef,
cover it if they touched the bedroll. Strader
until the box of pearls was in the prahu,
uncovered the case of dynamite.
then meet the next move with the Brown
“ Shark medicine,” he said straightening.
ing—that was K im ’s plan.
“ They’re thick near that reef?”
Strader would make no move until they
“ Twenty-footers,” Kim said. “ Scamp
had the box. After that it would be one
ering around the coral like mice in a grain
man with a Browning against M oro knives
warehouse.”
and the automatic Strader carried. Ev
erything hung on the play down there by “ You didn’t say much about that last
the shark reef. night,” remarked . Strader. “ Didn’t tell
about the sharks there.”
Strader cnme out of the deckhouse,
grinned at Kim, then stood for a long mo “ N or how it happened we were caught in
ment looking toward those palm-cloaked the open sea when a blow came and rammed
islets where marching regiments of spright us into that reef. That, Strader, was be
ly little waves tumbled over guardian reefs. cause a fellow named Sultan Jahonda was
The sunshiner was ragged, dirty, his hair chasing us. Y ou ’ve heard of Jahonda,
matted and tangled. But there was light in Strader?”
his eyes as he turned to Kim. The sunshiner’s eyes were round.
“ Realm of beauty and magic,” he said “ So there’s where you were pearling,”
slowly “ That’s what gets hold of you, he breathed. “ In waters that old Malay
Ransom. You don’t see the ugly things claims as his own private pearling grounds.
— the dirt, disease, heartbreak and degen That’s where we’ve got to g o ! ”
eration— at first. Just see something like “ You don’t relish that,” Kim said.
paradise scattered over the sea.” Strader “ W ho would?” Strader tugged at his
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beard stubble. “ I ’ve taken chances in my ing, the three Moros facing Strader. The
life, but we better get in there and get out squaw man came forward in quick strides.
fast.” “ Ransom, you awake?” he asked, guard
edly.
T H E miles fell behind the pra- Kim raised on his elbow.
hu. Strader was moody. He “ What’s up ?” he demanded. •
smoked his evil-smelling herb Strader knelt and said, “ Those bone
cigarettes, watched shark fins headed Moros heard our talk about sharks
that cut the water until they disappeared, and Jahonda. They’re wanting to turn
then resorted to gazing at the line where sea back.”
and sky met, as though searching for a sail “ Maybe you ought to offer them more of
he feared might be there, like the wing of a a split, Strader.”
bird of omen. “ What are you talking about?”
During the day, Kim bundled his bed “ Let’s understand each other, Strader,”
roll and kept as near to it as he dared. said Kim. “ You plan to pitch me over
When evening came he stretched out with board when you get that box. You could
the hard case of the Browning gun as his offer them half the booty. You shouldn’t
pillow. Night drew curtains of darkness be too grasping about this.”
over the sea. “ What gave you the idea I’d toss you— ”
They were lolling under the stars when “ Put myself in your place, Strader, and
Strader flipped his cigarette into the water reason it out. Y ou ’ve got nerve coming to
and said, “ Johanda and sharks. It’s a fine me when you get in trouble with your na
flock of risks you’re taking us into.” tives. Play your hand through. I’ll play
“ You invited yourself.” K im ’s dry an mine.”
swer was sharp as acid. “ You don’t like to “ If that’s the way you feel.”
think of those sharks, do you, Strader ? Did “ That’s the way.”
you ever fish for catfish with chicken en
“ Y ou ’ll find out, kid,” said Strader dour
trails? These sharks go after a man like
ly, “ if you live long enough, that when the
channel cats gobble— ”
islands start to gang on white men, it’s
“ Oh, shut up.” Strader shook his shoul time for ’em to stick together.”
ders. “ What you trying to do— get my
He walked back toward the Moros.
nerve?”
There was a splash of short talk in native
“ Could be.” Kim felt the urge to raw- tongue. Kim understood enough to realize
hide the sunshiner. “ But the sharks aren’t that Strader was offering half the pearls.
the worst. Jahonda is the big hazard. Any That was Strader’s play.
one ever tell you how that Malay mutilates
Strader kept with the natives after that.
a white man if he lets him live ?’ They have ?
Kim waited. Nothing would happen until
Well, maybe it would be good sense to
the pearls were aboard— then the outcome
make up your mind what you’d do, Stra
would balance on a needle point of .time. A
der, if it was a choice between the Malay
moment when they would come at him,
and the sharks. Think it out beforehand,
thinking he was unarmed, and he would
and you’ll not have to decide in an instant
meet them with the threat of the machine-
when the time comes.”
gun.
Strader cursed and got up.
The sun slanted down toward Borneo
“ It’s part of the islands,” Kim jeered. when Kim saw the atoll where his wrecked
“ The beautiful, lazy, lousy— ” pearling prahu lav, as the islet rose out of
The sunshiner cursed, lurched to the the waters. More than seven thousand
bow of the praliu, where he sat looking islands dot the map of the Philippines, and
ahead, as though trying to see what waited of these, only four hundred sixty-six con
at the reef to the south. tain more than a square mile of land. It
The moon rose, lopsided and blood-col would be easy to make a mistake. There
ored. The twin outriggers skimmed the was a question in his mind as he pointed out
waves and the soft sibilant music lulled Kim the spot to Bagusun, the helmsman. Stra
to slumber. One hot, angry word in M oro der stood with stout legs wide braced.
brought him awake with a start. At the “ You sure?” he asked.
stern there was a tense, significant group “ It’ s the sharkiest place in the world,”
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said Kim. “ Look, Strader, there they are.” “ Is this mutiny?” Kim flung at Strader.
The triangular fins of two tigers sheared “ One of them is going down there,” said
waves in the wake of the prahu. Strader the sunshiner. “ Bagusun! Lakat! One of
stared at them with strange fascination. you is going after that box.”
“ It seems curious,” mused Kim, “ that “ You no use big powder,” said Lakat
those devils can smell blood before it’s soberly. “ Andug feed shark. You crazy!”
spilled. ” The sunshiner’s shoulders hitched.
The sunshiner’s face twitched. His eyes “ God. I forgot that dynamite,” he said
were uneasy. thickly. “ Rig up a shot, Ransom. Then
The breeze died as they came to the wreck we’ll see which of these two Moros will go
beside the reef. 'T h e little island, the grace dowi?.”
ful, slim-trunked palms, the lagoons, “ N o good, powder now.” Lakat looked
seemed caught in a hypnotic trance. The across the darkening, silent water. “ See—
seas were glassy Strader was leaning over Malay.”
the side, staring into the grottos of the reef, A prahu, with blood-red sails marked
where troops of jewel-colored fish lanced with a big white crescent, was slipping
away from the shadow of the prahu. They from behind the point of an islet. No breeze
came over the broken hull of K im ’s wrecked touched the water; the palms on the atoll
prahu. stood with fronds drooping. The boat
“ There’s the b ox,” said Strader, sud moved like a phantom. The hull was hidden
denly. “ There.” by the lazy roll of the sea, but the red sails
“ W here I left it,” said Kim. stood up boldly.
The Moros peered into the water. Lakat “ Jahonda,” breathed Strader, huskily.
said something to Andug, the big diver. “ W e ’ve got to run for it.”
The box was in plain vision, but Lakat said “ D on’t stampede,” Kim said steadily.
no man could get down there with sharks Strader turned to stare.
hovering near “ You don’t know, maybe,” he said heav
Strader took an impetuous step toward ily. “ They tie you out on the deck, spread-
Andug, the diver. “ W hy, you scum of hell, eagled, naked in the sun, with wet bejuco.
you’re going down and bring it up. Over The sun dries it and it shrinks, pulling you
the side, you son of a p ig !” apart. Get up that sail.”
The big pearler straightened, his eyes Kim caught him as he moved toward the
mad with anger. Strader had thrown the mast, and they were close together when
highest insult a Moro may receive. Kim said,-“ Act like a white man, Strader.
“ They’re your Moros, Strader,” said If you’ve got nerve, you better show it.
Kim thinly. “ Until you called Andug that Our sail’s down. W e can’t see their hull
name, you might have kept a grip on ’em. and they can’t see ours. They’ll miss the
Y ou’ve blowr your hold on ’em now .” mast, seeing it against the palms on the
“ I ’ll show you,” Strader began. atoll The minute they see our sail up,
we’re spotted. In ten minutes it’ll be dark.
He lunged at Andug. They floundered W e can hang right here until first light to
into the side of the prahu as it tipped morrow morning and then get going.”
Andug held on, hanging over the water.
Screaming, then, he fell. Something gray “ Sit on this reef ail night with that Malay
rushed below him as he clawed to get back around ?”
aboard. His head went under and blood “ Sit tight.” Kim-grinned a little.
spread in the lashing water, where long “ Not on your life,” said Strader. “ W e’re
forms swept and turned It happened with here just long enough to get those pearls,
stunning speed. A shark raced with a leg and we’re sailing out of here the minute we
in its jaws Strader stood staring. get ’em.” He turned to the Moros. “ One
“ Look o u t !" K im ’s warning was in of you,” he whispered “ is going down there,
stinctive. Lakat and Bagusun had pulled without the dynamite, shark or no sharks.”
barongs and were closing on the sunshiner He raised his automatic.
After Strader turned, automatic in hand, “ You don’t shoot,” Lakat said. “ Jahon
there were several seconds in which no one da hear.”
moved. Then the Moros slid barongs back “ There’s a breeze,” said Strader, his
into wooden sheaths and moved back. voice rasping. “ It’ll blow the sound away.”
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A Malay in the rigging spotted Datu there on the outrigger, between the sea, the
Lakat. He fired. The old M oro spun to his sky and the yawning instant of the future
feet, ran, staggered, tripped and pitched which might begin eternity. Everything
over the side. A shark circled him and was moving like the rush of a hurricane
rushed. Another sped to the scene. wind and yet there was a trancelike dead
Kim had to drive with all his will to turn liness that made every move seem slow and
the Browning until sweat-glistening bodies deliberate. Curious, Kim thought, that in
of the pirate crew were lined with his sights. this moment he should make such an ap
The Malays milled along the rail, ready to praisal. It had simmered down to a pair of
leap as the two prahus touched. W ith every white men, facing the fates of the island
nerve crying out for him to press the trig seas.
ger, he forced himself to wait until the first That was the thought racing through him
blast would sweep that mass back. . . . as he squeezed the trigger on the Browning.
A wind suddenly bulged into the sails. Men flung back from the rail of the pi
The oar jerked and Kim felt the boat un rates’ boat. He saw that with a feeling of
der him slide toward the coral knives of surprise and wonder. It was stunnifig to
the reef. With a calm that was almost mad, realize that one man with a modern weapon
he speculated on what would happen first— could play such havoc with the massed
the meeting of the prahus or that sickening, humanity on that other vessel. A bullet
raking jar that would cut their own craft slammed close to Kim.
on the reef. Unless something was done, “ Give ’em hell, k id !” Strader clung to
it would be the smash of coral under the the outrigger, shouting encouragement.
keel. “ Remember the M aine!”
“ Get on that outrigger, Strader.” Kim T w o whites left. Kim grinned. Strader
heard the crackling coolness of his com had forgotten his scratchy hide and native
mand and wondered if he had given it. ways. Something within him was rising
It was a fling at death for anyone to at with the yell of battle.
tempt to ride the outrigger to pull the Jets of death squirted from the machine-
praliu back toward an even keel so it could gun. Men spun, flung their arms and
be steered away from the coral. Strader cursed. The gun clicked empty. The big
hesitated, then jumped. Something had Malay prahu hung over the smaller craft.
pulled together in No-Soap Strader in that Strader was leaping back to the deck. Kim
instant he took to make up his mind. heard his automatic blast. A Malay, who
As Strader’s weight pulled the prahu had jumped from Jahonda’s ship, stacked
over, it sheered away from the reef. The up near where Bagusun lay still. Kim knew
sunshiner shot at a shark and laughed de they were past the reef or Strader would
fiantly. Tha^t glimpse of Strader would stay not have left the outrigger.
with him always, if he lived, Kim knew— all “ Shoot, kid,” Strader was saying. “ My
of this would be memory pictures, like a gun’s dry.”
series of wire sharp etchings. Kim fumbled with new ammunition. It
He lashed the helm. He must have some didn’t catch in and he forced it. It jammed.
shelter. At the moment, it didn’t seem as Malays surged back to the rail of the pirate
important that he might escape a bullet from boat as they realized what must have hap
the pirate craft as it was that he should pened.
stay on his feet and match the Browning “ Cut loose,” Strader commanded.
against, the boarders as they bore down. A “ Jammed.” Kim struggled with the clip.
mad game, matching his play against theirs. “ Jammed, tight.”
One pirate leaped. He had crawled out Strader jumped into the deckhouse. Kim
on the bowspirit, to be first aboard. Bagu- caught some ragged remark about dynamite.
sun swung his singing barong. Kim heard Maybe Strader had lost his head. The
the steel smack dully into flesh. Bagusun sunshiner should know that fresh dynamite
was straightening as fire broke on the pirate will not explode as it is thrown. Old pow
ship. The M oro caved, falling over the der is touchy and may let loose when
Malay he had met. thrown, but not new dynamite. Kim felt
Kim kneeled back of the deckhouse. It sweat running down his neck. His hands
was scant shelter. Strader still hung out were clumsy.
SUNSHINER 79
“ Here’s medicine for you ,” Strader was by. No-Soap Strader came to his side with
shouting as he leaped out on deck again. cooling drinks that were nectar to a parched
Kim saw the sunshiner’s arm whip back. throat. Sometimes Strader sat cross-legged,
He saw the glint of the little metal box. smoking, looking through the doorway to
Strader had thought fast. Dynamite may where little waves lapped at sands that were
not explode when tossed. But the touchy white as drifted snow.
primer in the caps, powerful beyond any Then the fever would come again, and
equal amount of powder, may blow even Kim struggled through strange scenes, rav
with a jolt. Fulminate of mercury will ing. He hung to a tilting prahu. Just over
stand no rough handling, and Strader was the edge of the deck, sharks fought for a
throwing a whole fistful of the stuff into place in the front line of gray killers. He
the pirate prahu. dug his fingers into the planking, but could
The blast boomed into destruction. Kim not stop sliding.
sprawled. The middle of Jahonda’s prahu O r sometimes he stood on a liner, look
seemed to be disintegrating. Their own lit ing at a crowded dock where people clus
tle craft heeled over. Kim had one glimpse tered so thickly that a girl, Jane Lake,
of Malay warriors tossed about as though could not get to where Kim fought other
slapped by a fabulous hand. Jahonda’s ship people in an effort to reach her side.
was swung into the reef, grinding into Sometimes it was people who hedged
snags of coral. him in.
Kim clutched the edge of the deckhouse But then a magic of some threatening
as he began to slip across the tilted planking.
power would change them to islands— thou
H e heard the scrape of metal along the deck. sands of them, beautiful with windwhipped
The Browning slid toward the water. He palms. They blotted out the wharf, the
reached, missed, saw it go over the side, people and Jane until there was only the
even as he was sliding after it. isle-dotted sea stretching to a blue infinity.
“ Get a hold. Hang on, Ransom !” When Jane was lost, when he could no
Strader’s voice suddenly seemed an infi longer see the white flutter of her dinky
nite distance away, for something struck handkerchief, he struggled to escape the
Kim ’s skull, deadening his feeling, looseningislands. His throat would dry with cursing.
the grip of his fingers as he tore at the side Strader would come, anxiously, with
of the prahu. He had a hazy flash of the quiet words and give him something to
sunshiner diving his way. H e wondered, drink. That would seem to wash away a
oddly, if Strader had hit him over the head little of the nightmare moment, and he could
to get the pearls. focus his eyes on the narrow view of the
If that was it, there was a grim comedy in beach outside the thatched shelter.
the moment. His head ached whenever he tried to
Strader was calling for him to hang on. apply logic to the situation. The unreason
O f course he had to hang on, until the sun able element was Strader— the way the sun
shiner could get the pearls. shiner was caring for him. That could not
He thought he was laughing. He felt be matched and balanced with what had
himself sliding toward the water. happened back at the shark-haunted reef.
If he went overboard he would take those Morning coolness was in the hut when
pearls with him. Kim lost the fever. He watched the danc
What a joke that would be on No-Soap ing lights reflected from water ripples.
Strader! Mirrored flashes came through the hut door
and made constantly changing patterns on
the roof thatch. It was very early. Shore
K IM R A N S O M resumed a life birds piped at the beach. In stillness, he
lously at Kim. His eyes were intent and The cigarette hung from Strader’s hairy
bright under heavy brows and his features lips. His nostrils widened with each deep
were half hidden in the bush of a beard. breath. His eyes were narrowed with a
He rose to his knees, his ragged clothes touch of odd rapture.
hanging from his heavy body. “ It’s lovely,” he said. “ And it’s hell.”
“ How do you feel, k id?” he asked solici “ Paradise and purgatory; I know what
tously. you mean.” Kim sighed. “ When the
“ I’ve been out of my head?” islands are this way, a man can give his
“ You sure have Y ou ’re over it, you soul to them, and he never quite gets it
think ?” back.”
“ Guess so.” Kim lay back. “ What hap “ Judas,” Strader said raspily, “ we’re
pened? Last 1 remember, you or someone getting sentimental. The hell with it. Dry
hit me a whacking blow on the head as I up and rest. W e’ve got to get away in an
was sliding toward the sharks.” other week. Supplies will run short. Y ou ’ve
“ Bullet hit you,” Strader said. “ I just got to be strong enough to take a turn at
got you before you went overboard. the tiller. And you’re the one who knows
Couldn’t let those pearls go to the belly of the way up through these devilish island
some shark.” Strader grinned. channels. Get some rest, damn it.”
“ Sure.” Kim saw that. Strader had He went toward the beach. The smoke
pulled him out because the pearls were un of a little fire came to Kim before Strader
der his shirt. “ Jahonda— what happened returned with fruit and black coffee. Kim ’s
to that outfit?” Kim asked, after a moment. thanks brought a scowl.
“ Last I saw,” said Strader, reaching for “ Oh, shut up,” he ordered. “ Y ou ’ve
a herb cigarette, “ the Malays were bailing been an awful trial, Ransom. I wonder why
and trying to beach their prahu. The dyna I didn’t let you jump into the water that
mite caps I tossed must have opened seams first day when you went crazy, before we
all over that boat. Way I saw it, I had hit this island.”
troubles of my own, so I left Jahonda to
“ After you took the pearls off me, why
his and came here.” Strader blew a gray
didn’t yo u ?” Kim met the sunshiner’s eyes
plume of smoke at the doorway and it bil
a moment.
lowed into new sunshine.
“ Damned if 1 know,” said Strader
“ Whereabouts are w e?” Kim didn’t care
“ Maybe because I wasn’t sure I could navi
much, but it was worth asking.
gate the prahu alone. And maybe it’ s some
“ About a full day of sailing north of the thing else 1 couldn’t say.”
reef.” Strader looked out at the restless
He was surly and short in his talk after
edge of the sea “ I started for Jolo. Saw
that. As he reasoned, Kim came to the
you wouldn’t make it if I kept going. Put
conclusion that Strader had stated the bald
in here after dark of the first night. Fig
fact. He had to have someone who knew
ured Jahonda might get his prahu patched
the way back through the islands to make
up and come after us. This looked like a
sure of reaching )olo. False reckoning, a
good spot to hide and I did.”
storm, the thousands of channels between
“ How long a g o ?” atolls could get Strader off the right course,
“ Over a week.” and he was saving Kim Ransom to avoid
Kim lav quietly. Strader shook himself, being lost
got up, scratched, went to the doorway and A storm hit at the end of a day when the
stood there, facing against the morning sun air was thin, liquid brass. Strader tramped
shine "He looped his heavy fingers in his along the beach, with wind and water beat
belt and gazed over the little bay. ing over him. In the streaming blackness
“ It’s this morning mood of the islands that arrived with the storm, Kim waited
that steals a man’s heart and drugs him,” for the sunshiner to return— he had gone
he said softly. “ It’s pure beauty. The tops to make sure that the prahu was safely
of rollers, like little white manes, out at the moored. - It was a strange feeling that
barrier reef. The palms swaying— the worked through Kim If the sunshiner did
palm fronds hitting together like clapping not come back and the prahu held together,
hands. And the drum beat of the waves Kim could make Jolo alone But he wanted
when thev run on the beach.” Strader with him W her thf sunshiner did
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come, there was a quick resumption of
gruffness between them. T H E S P O R T AN D A D V E N
There was storm outside and storm in TU R E O F THE SOUTH SEAS
the hut. But any fury of tempest between — R IG H T A T YOUR
the two of them would break later. It would D O O R STE P?
be easy to raise an issue, provoke battle and
Strader had the big edge of not being weak F or th e p ros and cons o f
ened by fever. H e could put Kim Ran
South Seas ou trigger ca noes in
som over the side, then say that he had been
y ou r h o m e sp ortin g waters, see
lost in the battle at the reef.
Col. R oland B irn n ’ s rep ly to
Kim could feel the shadow of this crisis R eader Jack H elling, on page
ahead as the hurricane swept the islet. With 96.
each passing hour, he became more con
vinced that only one of them would reach
Jolo with the prahu and the pearls and that
Strader, looking out into the night. “ As
Strader would make his play to be that one.
definite as I could have given myself.”
“ Y ou look fit,” Strader remarked a week “ And once you see Bud Dao, the moun
later. tain, you’ll call a showdown. W e’ll fight it
“ I ’m ready to travel.” Kim was stand out to see which one of us makes harbor.”
ing outside of the hut looking at the far Kim kept his words steady.
seas. “ That,” said Strader, quietly, “ is one
“ Sundown,” said Strader. “ Tonight. way of figuring it.”
W e’ll pull out.” As leagues of the sea fell behind the
prahu, Kim Ransom accepted the prospect
S T A R S blazed out as they of a man-and-man fight from which only
passed the barrier reef. Dark one would emerge alive.
palms waved against the indigo 'T he moon silvered the sea as Kim took
sky. The prahu slid along the helm. Atolls became black pools of
through dancing waves like a ghost running mystery. Breakers spouted over coral reefs,
from its own fears. Little islands shoul broke and ran frothily to die on white sands.
dered up out of the plane of the sea. Palms The flush of dawn was lost and the storm
on beaches stood high, as though craning charged out of the muffled daybreak.
necks to see what passed, and the wake of Strader lurched through the gloom.
the prahu trailed like a comet fallen on the “ Better find an island and shelter,” he
waters. shouted.
That first night, Kim had confirmation “ Can’t risk it,” Kim called back. “ Hang
of his hunch that Strader must have him up on a reef.”
to navigate. A seam started in the hull. Strader
“ Which stars?” Strader demanded, with worked at it, caulking it with rags of his
more than usual surliness, as he took the shirt. He came back, naked to the waist.
helm. “ I ’ll have to take your shirt,” he yelled
Kim pointed out the course and drowsed. against the storm’s roar. “ Mine wasn’t
It was past midnight when Strader’s ques enough.”
tion roused him. Kim watched him stagger back to kneel
“ I don’t think we’re headed right,” said in the waist of the boat and plug the leak.
the sunshiner. “ Which stars did you say?” After that, Strader bailed. Kim’s arms
“ I ’ll take over,” said Kim, moving grew weary, holding the bucking helm.
toward the helm. Strader was at least Blurring moments passed into several
twenty degrees off the course. hours. The blow had eased when Strader
“ I sure don’t know what I ’d done with came to his side.
out you, kid,” remarked Strader. “ You know, kid,” he said, half savagely,
“ if the right kind of men stick together
“ I know ,” said Kim, shortly. “ Plain they can lick this part of the world. I guess
enough that you pulled me through so you’d we’ve proved that. Give me the helm.
not get lost in these southern islands.” Y ou ’re tuckered.”
“ That’s one good reason for being con Night followed day, interminably. The
cerned with your health, all®right,” said ( Continued on page 107)
PARIS WITHOUT
IN C E man invented the wheel the to see the start of the longest automobile
Yes P aris! This was to be a race around and M. Llvier as crew ; still another French
the world. 13,000 miles on land, which the entry, the Sixarie et Naudin, carrying M.
cars must cover under their own power, Deschamps, August Pons and M. Berthe;
and 8,000 miles over water, where the cars the Zust, an Italian car, with Antoni Scar-
were to be shipped by steamer. A total foglio and Henri Haaga in the seat— the
distance of 21,000 miles, which proved to sixth and last car to start was the German
be much greater due to detours and mis Protos, under the command of Lieutenant
direction. Koeppen, with Ernest Maas and Hans
Promptly at 11 a . m . the contestants were Knape to carry out the orders.
under way, in the following order: the Shortly after the start a heavy snow
Thomas Flyer, an American car, with a storm made the New York roads a
crew consisting of George Schuster, Monte hazardous journey. The Sixaire-Naudin
Roberts, John Miller and a N ew York found it’s little one cylinder engine unable
Times correspondent named William s; to cope with conditions and dropped out
DeDion, French, with Georges Bourcier of the race before reaching Buffalo. But
de Saint Chaffray, Captain Hans Hansen the roads and weather were to get worse.
and M. Autron aboard; M oto Bloc, also a Much worse.
French entry, with M. Godard, H . Hue The Thomas Flyer, still in the lead, cov-
83
ADVENTURE M AGAZINE
ered the 200 miles from Erie, Pennsylvania, car had been shipped by rail from Iowa,
to Toledo, Ohio, in one day— yet took al thus calling for disqualification. So by this
most sixteen hours to cover the scant eight time two of the French entries were out,
miles from Corunna to Kendallville, a leaving four cars to continue. The sole
night run due to the fact that there was no American entry now had a lead of twelve
hotel in the former village. days over the De Dion, Zust and Protos.
The Thomas, Flyer made it to Chicago a Therefore the N ew York Times trophy
full day ahead of the De Dion and Zust was awarded to the Thomas Flyer for the
cars with the German Protos and the first car to reach San Francisco. And a
French Moto Bloc still another two days well deserved trophy it was. While this
behind. was not the first time that an automobile
Road conditions through all of Iowa and had crossed the United States it was the
most o f Nebraska were a series of frozen first time in competition, and every foot
ruts in the morning and deep gumbo after of the way under its own power.
the sun had gotten it’s rays into the ice.
At Omaha, which the Thomas Flyer, under A T T H IS point the route was
the guidance of Roberts, reached three changed. The original plans
days in the lead, the foreign crews declared were to ship the cars to Valdez,
that the United States roads were impos Alaska and then to continue
sible and demanded that all cars should be across Siberia. The Thomas was actually
shipped by rail to San Francisco. Mon shipped to Valdez— where its crew dis
tague Roberts refused even to consider this covered there were no roads o f any kind.
demand and said that his car would con At least no roads suitable for a motor car.
tinue the trip according to the rules, even So the American car was shipped back to
if he had to make the trip alone. Seattle. By then the French De Dion and
However Roberts failed to live up to his the Italian Zust had been hurriedly loaded
boast. A part o f W yom ing was crossed by on the steamer for Japan.
using the ties and roadbed of the Union When the Thomas and its crew arrived
Pacific Railroad. While the roads of that in Seattle it was found that German Protos
state were almost nonexistent the country had been shipped by rail from Idaho to
was sand and sage brush and not too much California, being at that time twenty-three
trouble was had with mud holes. Lynn days behind the leading car. While this in
Mathewson went in as relief driver and fraction of the rules would appear to have
took the car from Cheyenne to Ogden, disqualified Lieutenant Koeppen and the
Utah, a noteworthy effort as this stretch German car, some obscure technical inter
covered the steep grades of the Rocky pretation caused only a penalty of seven
Mountains. days for the thousand miles of rail ship
Leaving Ogden, Mathewson relin ment. This would mean that the Germans
quished the wheel to Harold Brinker, with would have to reach Paris a full month be
a nice lead of five days over the nearest f o r e the Americans in order to win the
competitor, the Zust, with the other cars race.
still a longer time behind. After high ad As the Italian and French cars had
venture with sand storms, Indians— by this shipped out of Seattle while the Thomas
time friendly, and not such as those en was trail blazing into Alaska, they were
countered during “ The Days of Forty ordered to wait for the Protos and Thomas
Nine” — more rain and snow, muddy roads, in Japan, and this was done. But the Ger
or no roads at all, the American Thomas man Lieutenant had still another trick up
Flyer arrived in San Francisco, by way of his sleeve.
Reno, Carson City, Goldfield, Daggett, M o While the Zust, Thomas and De Dion
jave, Saugus, Santa Barbara and San Jose, crossed Japan, a distance o f 215 miles, by
just forty two days from New York, with a road, the wily Germans shipped directly
distance o f 3,800 miles covered. to Vladivostok from Seattle.
But the Thomas Flyer was not the first On May twelfth the Americans arrived
car to reach the Golden Gate. Godard, at Kobe, where the Thomas was sent
Hue and Livier in the French Moto Bloc ashore in a sampan, there being no unload
were already in San Francisco. But the ing pier in that port at that time.
PARIS WITHOUT SPRINGS!
The French and Italian crews had long Meantime the rains continued to pour
since cleared through the Japanese and down and the race resumed on May 22nd
Russian customs— the Americans had not. with the Protos in the lead. However Lieu
While George Schuster was attending to tenant Koeppen picked the wrong method
these details the De Dion and Zust took to enter a mud hole, and was deeply mired.
off for Vladivostok, and it was here that The Thomas managed to get around the
the Frenchmen also reached up their Protos and hitched on a tow rope. With
sleeves for a trick. the usual display of American sportsman
In the early hours of May thirteenth the ship Schuster and Roberts pulled the Ger
Thomas Flyer left the hotel in Kobe, car man car out of the hole. After two days of
rying, besides its regular load of the four more rain and mud all of the cars managed
crew members, two extra passengers who to reach Nikolskoe.
were to act as guides. But Japan had roads Leaving Nikolskoe the Thomas became
and the guides were hardly needed. These mired and the Protos crew, showing fine
roads could not be called highways, how opportunism, took to the roadbed of the
ever, being as narrow as eight feet, in Trans-Siberian Railway, leaving the crew
some of the villages. of the Thomas to dig itself out of the hole.
It was often necessary to reverse the car This digging out took four hours and would
several times in order to get around the possibly have taken four daiys had it not
sharp turns, and the inhabitants, hearing been for the help of natives.
the car coming and probably having heard Returning to Nikolskoe the Americans
of the two cars which already passed decided that the unballasted ties of the
through the day before, clogged the streets railroad were to be prefered to the mud
and roads. Horses, having never seen a of the neglected Siberian roads. Since the
gasoline-driven monster, kicked their carts completion of the Trans-Siberian Railway
to splinters and headed for the hills. vehicular traffic was used only for very
A detour of 200 miles was necessitated short distances and not between the far
by the incessant rains. The American crew spaced towns.
lived on a diet of rice and eggs and slept By this time the race had developed to
on floors in hotels with paper walls. They a two car match between the German
passed through Nishinomiya, Kioto, Ili- Protos and the American Thomas Flyer.
kone, Maibara, Tsuruga and many other The French De Dion was reported as hav
villages not to be found on any map, to ar ing been withdrawn from the race on orders
rive at last at Tsuruga, where ship was from Paris, and the Italian Zust was far
taken to Vladivostok. in the rear.
Arriving in Vladivostok on May The Protos led the Thomas by over
seventeenth the Americans found that the 100 miles across the railroad, with both
Italian, German and French cars had been cars making very slow time over the ties.
ordered to await their arrival, due to the After two days the Germans reached the
fact that the others had taken an unfair Manchurian frontier and continued on the
advantage while the Americans had been roadbed toward Harbin. But not so lucky
on the Alaskan trip. was the Thomas.
And it was here that the French trick At Pogravitchniya a serious accident
came to light— Rounder de Saint Chaf- held the American car for almost a week,
fray had cornered the entire commercial while repairs were being made. Reaching
supply of gasoline in Vladivostok and Harbin the Thomas crew found that a sup
Harbin, and was prepared to share it only ply of gasoline had been arranged for to
with the Protos and Zust. replace that which Saint Chaffray had
But the crew of the Thomas was not yet cornered by telegraph from Vladivostok,
defeated. The American residents pooled so no delay was occasioned on that score—
their small supplies of gasoline for the but the Protos had left five days ago.
American crew. They drained the tanks Taking the roads on the Manchurian
o f their motor boats and even emptied the plains the Protos was leading the Thomas
gasoline lamps. In this way enough fuel by five days, though still actually twenty-
was obtained to carry the Thomas along five days behind, due to the earlier penalty
until a further supply could be obtained. (Continued on page 112)
By
T . C. M cC LA R Y
H e swung a cross the gird er, his leg s
w hipping ou t in a s cisso rs m ovem en t. . . .
T T W E L V E minutes to eight a . m .,
Dutch Flugenheimer personally and the the engineers ever had the guts to come
rest o f us as “ the lead gang.” Banning out on the bridge front and take a took
gave that an impersonal nod and dismissed at things, Finn would still be alive, he
anything it might have meant. H e stood contended.
there like a fashion plate for what the well- There was some truth in it, too. The
dressed structural engineer will wear. He bridge front is empty skeleton, without nets,
had the build for it, 111 say that. catwalks, deck mattrix, or even stretchers.
Timson said, “ Mr. Banning is going to What you had under you out there was
ride up to the job with you, Dutch.” right what you were standing on, and it
Dutch stiffened through all of his square- might be ten tons reaching over twelve
chunked five feet four. H e bristled and hundred feet of space, with nothing hold
then coughed. If he counted to ten, it was ing it but bolt. Out there, the engineers
a fast count. He told Timson, “ W e're rid gave us space. That was fine with us, lutt
ing a thin form up. Y ou ’d better shoot him it didn’t raise our impression o f the color
up by tower cable and w ell run a catwalk of white collar livers.
across.” Dutch shot the Polack an icy look, but it
Banning gave a thin laugh and raised didn’t do much good. The Polack was a
his eyebrows. “ Y ou wouldn't say that to good friend but a wicked enemy, with
my old man— or he'd haul you up on danc muscles like cables wound over a heart of
ing dolly in a high wind?” molten iron and hatred was burning in his
He was kind o f pleased with his ready eyes. I remembered then the Polack‘s first
language. Dancing dolly is our supply grudge when he came on the job— the pic
platform, a small flat deck supported by a ture in the paper of a rich young playboy
cable from each corner to the lift ring. who’d left for Europe suddenly about the
Loaded properly, she is as steady as a time the Polack’s sister died with her head
church. Empty, she dances like a pinhalf. stuck into a gas oven. Roughly, the same
Dutch looked at him gravely and con background, same looks, same arrogance
tained his sentiments. “ Y ou r old man,” he as young Banning.
pointed out, “ was a top bridgeworker to be I prayed for a cloudburst but it didn’t
gin with.” come.
“ A fair girder snake, I’ve heard,” Ban Banning was telling Dutch, “Thought
ning agreed. I’d take a look at what’s holding your gang
back.”
He was the kind of a fellow who might
have been all right if he'd ever had his Dutch’s jaws clamped under a face that
big arrogant Irish head kicked down to looked like a wad o f bread dough. H e had
size. H e’d been a big, grandstand, college a thick nose that stuck straight out of these
backfield man, damned good on the gridi folds of flesh like a light over a fire exit.
ron, and hated otherwise. He was the kind H e wore a hat which he never creased.
who never saw the rabble. The rabble was You could have laughed at him, except for
beneath his notice. his eyes. There was nothing funny about
his eyes.
“ So,” he went on after a moment, “ being
my old man’s son. I'll ride with you, Dutch said, “ W e’ve been short a man
Dutch.” H e put a flat look on Dutch that since Finn Rastau’s accident.”
said. I’m Banning. Don't forget it. “ Bad luck,” Banning said. But that was
Dutch couldn’t. He had been falling be mere lip and his tone showed his indif
hind schedule ever since Finn Rastau got ference. “ What’s wrong with getting an
whipped into space, and every other iron other man?”
gang man on the bridge was howling for “ You don’t take just any man for high
our pay envelope, and Banning’s old man steel,” Dutch told him.
owned this job. “ In the air corps,” Banning said loftily,
The Polack blasted a sudden, sullen “ we can replace a second pilot out of a
snort of breath. The Polack had been ground crew. This Finn was only an
Finn’s closest friend and grief was still apprentice, wasn’t he ?”
a corroding arid in him, and he had grown The Polack’s head was hanging forward
a savage hate for the engineers and man and his face was nearly black. “ There is
agement he blamed for Finn’s death. If one damn big difference between high steel
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and your damn airplanes!” he busted in. his own spot on the end, and then looked
"W e go up prety high too,” Banning told at Dutch with a smile that was half mocking
him carelessly. H e was reserve, by way of and half defiant. Coy didn’t like the af
college. “ W e even have occasional acci front but let it pass and took his place.
dents.” Dutch wigwagged the engineer a signal and
after a bounce to straighten any cable links,
T H E Polack’s teeth were set we lifted away.
on edge and he was sucking “ Watch your footing, Mr. Banning,”
breath like a gritty wind. The Dutch grunted worriedly.
swell of his chest tightened his Banning gave his self assured, Joe Col
jacket enough to pop. You couldn’t blame lege laugh. “ Steady as an elevator,” he
his anger. Twelve hundred feet is a long scoffed. “ I think you boys sell yourself a
way to watch a friend falling and clawing bill of goods every time you want more
and calling, when you can’t do one damned pay.”
thing to save him.
I looked up the line and didn’t like the
Pat Coy grabbed the Polack’s arm. He savage humor that ran through the Polack’s
was the only man who could. He pivoted dark face like a hot, angry sunset. He had
him by sheer weight and swung him away. something in mind and, feeling the way he
The Polack stumbled off, breathing like a did, it could well be murder. W e had lifted
rasp and muttering imprecations about rich up quite a space now and the boom was
yellow bastards. swinging us out over the gorge, and Ban
Banning’s eyes grew arrogant and hard. ning was leaning his weight out from the
He had brass, if nothing else. He said, steel, which is all right and makes sounder
“ One of these sullen brutes, eh? H e could footing, if you don’t forget you’re leaning.
stand a little blood on his filthy mouth.” H e was looking up at the bridgefront with
Dutch closed his eyes a moment. Maybe its gaunt frame jutting out and he had the
he was thinking of our job, or maybe of the smug look of a young punk wearing his
massacre a fight would be. Banning was father’s boots.
athletic, in shape, and big. But the Polack A scud of wind touched us and swayed
was hard and tough and solid as the steel the steel a bit— Banning looked down, and
he worked with. his grip tightened and jerked him in, and
He opened his eyes and leaned back from I guess everybody knew at the same in
the knees in order to slant a glance above. stant, this was his first ride to heaven with
The gaunt skeleton of the bridge stuck out out a cockpit to hold him in.
from the canyon wall into nowhere, an un “ Watch him !” Dutch growled sharply
supported web strung up against the break to Coy, but Coy had already moved so he
ing mists. It was two hundred and sixty could grab him if it came to that.
feet from this work shelf to the bridge deck W e were out over the middle of the can
level, but the unsupported bridge front yon now, with its torrent a slithering black
hung twelve hundred feet above the slither gleam through the shining, swirling mists
ing black rapids of the gorge. I think, si a thousand feet below us, but there is no
lently, Dutch crossed himself. accurate way to explain the feel of dis
The five-minute whistle blew and all tance on your first ride on free steel. It isn't
over the job the make-ready crews turned the same as standing on a deck or cliff
over donkeys and engines that barked and and looking down. It isn’t the same as a
coughed and growled and mixed into that plane, with that feel of power in front of
conglomerate voice of the power and surge you, and something solid under your feet.
of a big construction job. W e moved over You feel you’re just hanging in endless
to where the ground gang was rigging a space on that wisp of gleaming cable, that
prebolted form onto the cable. It was up looks smaller overhead than the thinnest
right and pretty narrow, but there was plen thread you’ve ever seen. And down below
ty of flange on which to stand, and the you a space deep as all eternity is drawing
gang draped itself around the struts like you like a magnet; something so strong you
the girls do in a Follies curtain. can feel the physical pull of it. You haven’t
Dutch jerked his head at Coy to stand worked up a sweat yet and you haven’t
by Banning, but Banning purposely picked caught the feel of being yourself in space,
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and even old hands occasionally jump for grin. Dutch got the scion of the Bannings
no apparent reason, riding steel up on the free and gave him a few nerve digs that
early whistle. Maybe if you’ve had the feel bucked him up, but not much. H e stayed
of falling into endless space in a bad dream, stiff and shaky and his face looked pasty
that’s nearest to what it’s like— all the wild even after java off the forge. When he got
crazed voices in hell are calling up to you up the nerve to go after an hour or so, he
to jump before you get up any higher. was damned glad for the excuse Dutch
Ranning had brass, but now he was stiff supplied to cross to the bridge deck matrix
and gray, and the sign was as good as and hike back to the tower cable lifts.
speech. I heard a blast of breath that might
have been a laugh, and the Polack’s voice W E F IG U R E D that was the
came on his soft, growling note. f end of Banning and maybe the
“ Coy, watch shift, the sling she is shift job too, but it was worth it, and
ing.” HHBBI something that would have
Maybe it was or maybe it wasn’t, but given a kick to Finn Rastau had he been
the Polack was giving us all due warning. there. But if it wasn’t the end of the job,
He was balanced on a strut with the awk Banning’s visit hadn’t done us much good.
ward-looking ease of a gorilla and he W e were still short a man and falling fur
reached one arm out suddenly, and his was a ther behind in schedule and sooner or later,
long reach— grabbing another hold, he our goose was cooked.
swung over into a different section. O f course there were bridge workers
His movement was smooth as a trapeze used to high steel whom Dutch could hire.
artist’s and as precise of judgment. The But Dutch hadn’t quite told the whole story.
balance of the steel form shifted, it gave For one thing, he wouldn’t hire a man
a little lurch and tilted up the other way. trained on another gang. And a green man
Not much, not enough even so that men steady and careful enough and still with
sitting with legs dangling had to claw. But nerve was hard to get. But for another, just
enough so Banning felt it in his stomach, as the lead gang sets the work pace for all
and his face looked like putty, and he sealed the gangs behind it, a lead gang’s top team
himself onto the steel like paint. sets its own pace. The Polack, Pat Coy
Pat Coy already had a lock on Banning, and Finn Rastau had been our top team,
but he didn’t need it. You couldn’t have and now that the team was broken up some
shaken him o ff that frame if you’d set it thing more than just a man was missing—
pin wheeling. the drive and spirit had left us.
Dutch looked ready to bark and bite as So when we saw the cable spinning its
he whipped his glance up to the Polack, silver shine against the noon sunlight a few
but the Polack looked back at him with a days later, and looked down and saw Tim-
vindictively contented grin and growled sen riding the sky hook up, the silent
amiably, "Them damn riggers, Dutch, they thought was, This is it.
damn near kill u s!” and a twinkle showed For all that Dutch and the super were
in Dutch’s eyes for all his scowl. old workmates, a super doesn’t pay social
W e reached level and moved in parallel calls on a lead gang. He sends for the boss
with the triangular work deck slung in an to report to him. But here was Timson rid
angle of the girders, and the anchor men ing the hook up to see Dutch, and Timson
stepped off to hold the steel while we un was in his late fifties with fifteen years in
loaded. W e were all on the deck when the super’s shack, and there was a scudding
Dutch looked back at Coy and Banning who wind. It was no day for a joyride over
were still in the frame, and Dutch called to that canyon, and you could see Dutch torn
Coy, “ Well, what in hell you doing? Help between rising anger and worry as he him
Mr. Banning off.” self signaled the hook in.
“ I can’t,” Coy said on a funny note, and The strain of the ride showed on Tim
then I saw the laugh he was holding. “ H e’s son and a man strained that way can get
got me locked, Dutch ” blown clean out of a hook. Your legs get
Dutch cussed to cover his own guffaw cramped, your foot slips, your hand grows
and moved out to help while the rest of us numb or the strain can leach the strength
joined the Polack’s savagely contemptuous right out of you. Dutch let out a bellowing
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breath of relief when he got Timson aboard smile, and I guess he was glad o f the ex
the work deck, and cursed the super for the cuse Dutch cooked up to lead him back
risk he’d taken. aver the bridgework to the roaddeck so he
Timson gave a somber grin, but his hu could go down some other way than the
mor wasn’t with him. W e drifted aside a hook.
decent distance. But not out of earshot, we While Dutch was gone the Polack rasped
hoped. The wind was against us and we through set teeth to Pat Coy, “ So help me
didn’t get what was said until Dutch let out God, I’ll fix him !” and all of the hate he
a blasting roar, smashed down his hat and felt out of grief for Finn Rastau plus his
tromped on it with serious risk to the sister was in his looks.
work deck on which they stood. “ Don’t be a damn fool. You can’t kill
" I ’ve had enough of that old baboon a man like Banning’ s son and get away with
Banning!” H e was half choking with anger. i t !” Pat Coy told him.
"H e ’s gone crazy with his m oney! Now he’s
That was said seriously, unthinking, and
trying to pick my apprentices for me on
shows just about what life is worth to men
some phoney story that his boy gave h im !”
who live with death every day. High steel
Timson- let him sputter himself breath is a very easy place to commit murder. But
less and then said quietly, “ Dutch, it’ s there are telltales, even up there.
young Banning he sent down for the job.”
T o my surprise, anyway, the Polack
Dutch just stood there gaping like a fish. breathed a scoffing breath at the idea. “ Y ou
The rest of us moved in without thinking. don’t need to murder his kind,” he said
Pat Coy snapped a look at the Polack, and thickly. H e made a gesture with his fists.
the Polack’s dark face was streaked with “ Just squeeze the brass out of them and
gray. watch them jibber. I will make him choke
“ N o damn guts and not even shame!” up his own yellow liver and crawl through
the Polack grated. It was hard to tell if it slobbering! I will make him wish I had
contempt or hatred were deepest in him. killed him !”
Dutch got his surprise in hand, started He was standing by the forge and he be
to answer Timson, then closed off like a gan to turn the blow crank without think
clam. H e went over and stood on the pre ing. He picked up tongs and poked at a
cise edge o f the deck and spat and watched couple of redhot rivets and his mouth pulled
it soar down into that merciless twelve out into a smile, but it was not a smile
hundred feet o f space. W e had a fair idea you’d want coming at you.
of what he was thinking. Just hazing, just testing a good man with
Banning as son of the boss and as part out rancor, I’d seen the Polack damn near
of a work gang were two different things. singe off his whiskers. I’d seen him drive
W e didn’t like Banning, didn’t trust him, a bucket man back with red hot rivets,
didn’t want him, and if he didn’t kill us all straight in the cone, but so fast, so hard,
first by some mistake growing out of his so well placed, they came at the fellow like
yellow guts, the Polack might easily kill machine gun bullets, and once almost drove
him, or break him into a half crazy drooling a man back over a girder. I didn’t like
heap by sheer worry, which is not hard to thinking what Polack could do when he
do even to a better man on high steel. hated.
But Timson and Dutch were long stand
ing friends and Timson was getting old for Y O U N G B A N N IN G didn’t
an active super, and was slated for advance wait for the next morning’s
ment up into the company’s big brass. Ban whistle. He came up on the
ning could be a heller when he chose, and first steel right after lunch. He
if his son was turned down for a job, he’d was tight on the steel, he had to lick his
probably take it out on Timson. mouth to clamber off, and he damned near
Dutch turned back, so damned mad he pushed the steel out from him as a land
could hardly talk but he jerked a nod and lubber will a boat in the half wild jump
growled, “ All right. But if that yellow louse he made to grab an upright. But he had
goes soft again, down he goes, lashed to his brass back up and he knew where to
the first h ook !” look for trouble.
The super gave him a hard, thankful H e looked square over at the Polack and
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managed somehow to get contempt into his Banning brought over a bucket of coke
voice and he said, “ I hear you got a belly and set it down with the stiff, surly move
ache the first time you hit high steel.” ments of a man who knows that he’s been
The Polack turned gray and then crim challenged. Matter of fact, I don’t think he
son, for that was a story he’d lived down was scared of the Polack’s fists. I think
and nobody even kidded him about it any he was just damn fool and arrogant enough
more. But the nerve to say it would have to think he could stand up to that iron
stood to the credit of any man except young mountain of a man.
Banning. In his case, it stood against him, But that wasn’t the beating the Polack
for he couldn’t have learned that story with had figured out for this special pet. He
out goig to papa, who knew his bridgework- could have chewed up a dozen of these col
ers inside out. lege kids. There was no satisfaction in that.
If Banning had come in easy and taken What he wanted was to make Banning spill
his rawhiding and kept his arrogant mouth open his own yellow liver and crawl through
shut, we might have ganged up some to the stink of it with the whole job watching.
fence of! the Polack. But the gang was set The Polack tonged his rivet out of the
solidly against him. Maybe Banning thought fire and examined it and stuck it back to
he was showing brass, but that wasn’t the put more glow on it. He grunted at Ban
way we took it. W e figured he’d made a slip ning, “ Find a bucket.”
and the shrewd old man had figured the He spoke gruff and impersonal as he
right story and made him come back and would to any other apprentice, but Banning
sign up. It didn't mean anything that he’d bristled and barked, “ W hat’s that ?”
ridden that steel up to the job. H e probably The Polack looked at him then, and flames
had his eyes locked shut. H e sure hadn’t burned slowly down deep in his eyes, tike
looked down since he came where we could the low flames in the forge bed.
see him. “ Get a bucket and take this hothead out
Dutch shoved him off to the side of to Coy,” he grunted.
the deck. He said, “ Just stand around and Banning flushed but the Polack had given
get the feel a while.” Dutch was really him no excuse to make an issue of things,
stumped for once. He didn’t know what to and he had to bite his pride down with the
do with Banning. recognition that he was not Banning any
Most iron gangs have fairly regular du m ore; he was just a gang apprentice. He
ties and jobs such as rigger, bucket man, found a bucket and the Polack dropped the
rivet gunner, smith, etc., but a man on a hot iron in and jerked his head. Banning
lead gang may do half a dozen jobs around was a little gray now, but he snorted and
the clock. So without making a point of it, gave the Polack a contemptuous, mocking
Dutch couldn't keep the Polack working look. He had to run the rivet out to the
out on the loose steel if something the end of a girder and he thought the Polack
Polack had to do brought him to the work figured he’d be too scared to do it.
deck. The best he could do was put young Matter of fact, the Polack had picked a
Banning at just moving bolts and rivets and broad girder, wide as Fifth Avenue on Sun
keeping the forge supplied with coke and day. Its top surface was nearly as wide as
cold iron. a catwalk. A baby could have crawled out
It didn’t seem like he’d be open to much there safely, and that was what the Polack
trouble that way, but the Polack meant to wanted.
bring the trouble in to him and waste no Banning showed a moment’s tenseness
time about it. He kept shifting his work swinging around the upright. I know he
until he had the excuse he needed, and then closed his eyes. That must have rung a bell
he came in over the bare bridgework to do on something his father had told him, but
his own forging on a bolt for an angle iron he didn’t hold his vision glued on the girder
that didn’t match up holes, he said. He as he walked across it. He walked with his
didn’t make any comment to Banning or head up, relying on his feet to guide him,
about him, and after a* moment, Dutch went like he'd been carrying a tray o f glasses.
off forward on the job to help bring in some He got out almost to Pat M cCoy who
tricky steel that had shifted its position was standing with the bucket, the big
slightly and, lopsided, wouldn’t fit. mouthed cone you catch hot rivets in. You
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could see Banning straightening, loosen But it didn’t take. It meant something to
ing with self assurance, and contemptuous Banning, and he knew that he was licked.
pride was a clear expression on his face H e’d never been licked in all his life, but
and pulling blood back into it. if it had been another man who licked him,
Then the Polack’s voice boomed from he might still have been all right. Y ou could
the work deck, “ A low one, Pat. Reach rest up and come back at another man. He
down.” H is last words welled out like an couldn’t come back at this. This was an
organ note. enemy he couldn’t fight, his own yellow
A rivet sizzled through the air in a ness, and the mere recognition of it would
short fast arc that whipped its heat across whip him into eternity.
Banning’s cheek, and ahead of him, Pat
Coy crouched and caught the rivet below C O Y turned him finally and
the top surface of the girder. The closeness pushed him back along the gir-
of the rivet’s passing tightened Banning der. He moved like a mechan-
with a jerk, and the Polack’s word and fcZT ical doll, but be was safe. It was
Coy’s action snapped his line of vision the terrible thing that had happened to his
down. manhood that made most of us turn our
He just stood there staring, then, unable faces from him. N o man likes to see that
to tear his eyes from the terror of twelve in another man unless he hates him.
hundred feet of clean air under him. His The Polack hated. He never took his
knees were knocking, but otherwise he fiery eyes off Banning, and there was plain
couldn’t move. wicked satisfaction in the grim smile on his
Coy came down the girder and tried to mouth.
take the bucket from him, but Banning’s Dutch came bustling back, half mad at
grasp on it was glued. Dutch sensed the the Polack, half glad the thing was over
trouble and turned to size things up and with and nobody splashing down into space
bellow, “ Coy, get that damn fool m oving!” as a result. The old man could have noth
Coy lifted his shoulders and let them fall ing to say to this except to face the fact
for answer. Banning was rooted. Coy was his son was gutless. H e shouldn’t have
grinning but there was Gaelic sympathy in been out on the skeleton work at all, but
him too. The Polack could be pretty rough as long as he was, he shouldn’t have frozen
at rawhiding, and Coy knew the Polack had with nothing really to scare him on a girder
plotted this whole business, even down to that wide.
the word that would put its hold on Ban Coy steered Banning over to the supply
ning. So Coy was easier on Banning than pile in a corner and sat him down. He made
he might have been. some decent comment to him and Banning
He tugged on Banning’ s bucket and he gave him a tight lipped nod of thanks.
kept saying real easy, “ Lift your head up, Then Coy turned across the deck to the
Banning. Close your eyes and snap it up. Polack growling, “ Y ou’re a first rate seebee
I’m holding you.” when you get a hate o n !”
After a bit this penetrated and unlocked The Polack chuckled and threw his huge
Banning. H e let Coy take the bucket. He arm around Pat Coy’s shoulders and shook
did what Coy told him. But he was as stiff him and they headed back for their job.
as a statue, and brother, was he shaking. The Polack was grunting in good humor.
He stared up at the clouds, and his teeth “ Finn Rastau would have got one big damn
were damned near welding, and the bright laugh out of that, n ow !”
dampness of a man’s utter shame and writh Coy grinned, for there is a limit to sym
ing pride was on his eyes. He knew he’d pathy among men who live and work
been taken, and knew it wasn’t the Polack, with death breathing right under them all
but some yellow streak inside of him, him day long, and the two hit the raw steel and
self, that had wrecked him. finished their job in half time. Everybody
Coy gave him a minute, shaking his arm was working better with this thing over. It
a little while Banning got his wind. was something finished and settled and had
“ Hell,” Coy said and tried to laugh it off, taken the edge off a general grudge in mem
"everybody’s that way first few days, Ban ory of Finn, and we could forget Banning
ning. Doesn’t mean a damn thing.” now.
a d v e n t u r e : m a g a z in e
The last steel up that day was an up it. He had a knee-lock on the girder and
right side section all filled with different was reaching out futilely for some piece of
length cross struts and shaped like the the free steel, bellowing to swing in the
swell of a misbegotten egg. It was a hell of boom so he could grab it. It was a tough
a shape to rig, for there was wind below choice for Dutch, but he couldn’t signal the
us— even some up here— and the ground boom in. One man dead was better than all
crew couldn’t just hang it on the hook the of us, or half a bridge tearing itself loose.
way you would a picture. They had to bal In a minute or two the form would swing
ance it in its cable sling. The balance was enough so we could safely throw a few lines
tricky. around it and lash it to an upright where
The sun had heated the steel up against the form bulged. But that had to wait the
the ground and it had expanded and it steel’s own good time and swing, and Coy’s
didn’t slip into place. None of these damned face didn’t look as if he could hold out. He
prefabricated or bolted sections do anyway. was wearing his gloves and his hands were
Pat Coy was anchor man and he cussed the slipping. The drop he’d tried had strained
damned stuff and gave a heave. It’s foolish, his muscles when he caught, and he did
but sometimes you have to do it. not have a full handed grasp to begin with.
The hook was centered, but it wasn’t Almost, he was hanging by his fingers.
tight against a joint, and Coy’s heave slipped The whole gang had' snaked and mon
it over in the hook and changed its bal keyed across the girder or onto uprights
ance. It gave an ugly clang against the where one of us could grab the form if it
unsupported bridgework and wrenched swung in, but nobody was within an arm’s
bolts were popping. Then the section on length of it and it was swinging the wrong
the hook began to dance and swing. way. The Polack saw something happen I
Dutch gave a hoarse bark and took »v^r didn’t catch. But I knew it meant bells for
signals to the boom engineer himself, try Coy from the sudden wild animal cry that
ing to get that ten-ton devil off from us broke out of the Polack’s chest.
before it began to shimmy or lurch or do a Then I saw a line snake up past the cor
pivot that would send unbraced, unriveted ner of my vision and the end drop back
leading ironwork crashing. Coy still had before I could switch my eyes to fully catch
hold of the section. H e had to hold it to the action. I looked down and this yellow
keep his balance. He was by a upright and high falooting kid, this Joe College green
Dutch couldn’t see quite how things stood, horn, was standing on the precise point of
and so when the boom swung the big piece the work deck pulling the two ends of a
off, Coy was jerked and dragged across line taut. H e’d cast the line over a hori
the girder he was braced on. zontal up above us.
He was still hanging to the form flanges. He jerked it twice to be sure of kinks,
His weight threw this cockeyed section and reached way down the trailing line to
out of balance, and straining as he was, he take a wrap around his hand. Then he
couldn't find a leg hold. His hands slipped reached above him with his free hand and
and he took a tight, grim look at the curv holding his weight that way, threw himself
ing shape of the steel he held to, and took back. He swung across the girder with his
the only chance he could. He tried to drop body held in the trained rigidity of an acro
mto the inside corner. bat, cast loose his free hold as he soared,
It would have been all right if the steel and dropped to the end of his anchor hold
Hadn’t been moving in its hook and tilting. as he swung above Coy’s back. His legs
He missed his saddle and clawed a fresh whipped out in a faster scissors movement
hold by sheer luck, and now he was hang than I ’ve ever seen in any wrestling ring,
ing by his hands to the bottom-most hori and wrapped Coy under the arm pits and his
zontal flange. Nothing was under him but feet locked across Coy’s chest.
twelve hundred feet of space, and that Almost faster than you could see it, the
swinging form was beginning to twist and two were swinging back.
lurch and buck. It was going wide, and free This left them still in jeopardy. The
steel can go as wild as any bronco. rope broke and bent against the girder the
The Polack had crossed an open space, Polack was on. It swung there, twisting
iod knows how because he couldn’t jump down below it Strength is a limited thine
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in men without the right holds and with Dutch straightened from over Coy and
rope binding them, and with weight and called out to him, cool and gruff, but not
movement jerking them in a spinning circle. scaring, “ You ain’t used to this. Come on
Worse, it would take two or three men to the platform.”
drag the weight up and grab the men bodily Banning’s mouth worked and. you could
so they did not get ripped off the rope see he was trying to answer, but it was just
crossing the sharp flanges. There were no a wheeze. It was only two full steps, at the
two or three men there to do it at that in most three. W e just stared at him looking
stant. for the joke. After what he’d done, this
But the Polack was swarming down the was easy.
girder like it was a speedway. He planted Then the Polack snorted, “ W hy damn,
his enormous body solid and, balancing the college engineer is waiting for his
against the lift and strain, he brought Ban yaaachet to come and get him !”
ning’s head up even with his chest. H e was But the Polack was laughing, a deep, full
still holding the line out at arm’s length. chested, booming laugh. He swung out onto
F or bar-bell boys, that was a straight arm the girder and loosed Banning’ s frozen
lift that must have been over the three hun hand and picked him up and carried him
dred thirty weight. back in like a baby. He took the bottle
Dutch was piling onto the girder himself somebody was just tilting down from Coy’s
by then, for all that he is fifty if he’ll admit mouth and stuck it into Banning’s lips and
it, and even at that last instant, it was Dutch let the raw liquor choke him until he gulped
who had the cold sense that saved Coy. The down a decent drink.
boys were following natural instinct to grab “ Prentice, hunh?” the Polack grinned.
Banning, the nearest at hand. Dutch yelled “ Ja-a-a-a, we teach him what he didn’t
hoarsely not to touch him but to grab Coy. learn in college. Dutch, I say we got one
If they had jerked Banning in first, the damn good prentice boy. I say tomorrow
slam probably would have knocked his leg- me and Coy will show him some things
lock loose of Coy. about forging and maybe by next week this
The Polack got Coy onto the work deck damn gang gets back on schedule. Ja ?”
and the rest of us snaked after. Somebody “ Ya-a-a-a-1” Dutch mimicked him best
had thrown water in Coy’s face and some he could. But Dutch’s cold blue eyes were
body else was putting a bottle to his gray twinkling. Man who could do what Ban
pulled mouth before anyone thought of ning had done in emergency, could learn to
Banning. H e wasn’t on the work deck, and do as well when he was thinking. And it
we looked out and he was half doubled and wasn’t going to hurt the gang at all to have
gray green, standing bug-eyed on the girder Banning with us— as long as he’d proved
where we’d left him. up a real Banning.
W H EN S T E E L W AS ST EEL
HE paddle-wheel steamer Chatagay, for 55 years in the service
T of the Champlain Transportation Co. on Lake Champlain, was
recently dismantled and transported to Lake Winnepesaukee to
replace the steamer Washington which had been burned to the
waterline. A test of her plating, made by the Bureau of Standards,
Washington, D. C., showed it to test at 66,000 pounds per square
inch—almost 50% stronger than the best steel of today!
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THE CAMP-FIRE 103
( Continued from page 8) Read Lincoln’s letter with interest, but I
believe the Altar of the Legion was by Art
Contrast them with the pictures on pages
Brodeur instead of by Mundy. Maybe I’m
37, 61 and 77 of that same November issue wrong. (Y ou ’re right—Ed)
and page 37 of the March ’52 number. Do
you see what I mean? Adventure readers About why the old Adventure made a
are perfectly satisfied for it to remain a place for itself. Well, first, it was accurate.
pulp, but they want it to be the top of the It had to be, because the readers had been
heap where it has always been. everywhere and done everything. Not all
of them of course, but someone or more of
On reading this over, I realize that it the readers was an expert on the particular
smacks more of criticism than of construc subject. You couldn’t mention a (shall we
tive suggestion. But believe me it is a sin say “ dive,” Mr. Partridge?) anywhere in
cere attempt at cooperation from one who the world but what someone of the readers
owns to a great affection for Adventure and had been in it and knew all the girls that
would not trade the past forty years of its worked there at that specific time, and fur
pages for a like amount of the world’s
thermore, would write in and tell you about
great literature. any errors that popped up in the story.
My best wishes for your success. Which kept the writers on their toes.
But mostly, I believe it was ASH. White
Rex R. Benson
did get off to a good start, yes but it was
Fresno, California
Hoffman that really made the old mag. He
had story sense and also the ability to build
Mr. Benson, we think, has answered us. up a writer. Also he had a bunch of readers
Though he makes his point in the past who had story sense instead of degrees in
tense, he has ably described a goal we can literature and an adoration for perfect typ
see— eyes front— a most difficult task since ing and artistic manuscripts. (Phooie on
them) Too bad ASH went highbrow and
he undertook to make tangible what might tried to make a slick outta the old Mag.
best be described as a legacy of sweat and Just goes to show what evil associations
soul. Our gratitude, Mr. Benson— and will do to a man.
sincere pledge to carry on, at least with the Well, this is thirty. No use going on any
sweat. more, but I wish you luck, anyhow. And
I’m not shooting for the cover pic. Would
n’t fit in the collection of nudes that I have.
R. F R A N K A. P A R T R ID G E , Berke
M ley, California, disclaims any interest M O N G the gems in this month’s grab-
in the March cover original we offered in
connection with this Camp-fire— says it
A bag is the following from Mr. E. R.
Crawford, of Banning, California:
wouldn’t fit his non-masculine collection—
but Mr. Partridge himself, we feel, is a gen
tleman you’li want to meet. My English composition teacher used to
say that the simplest introduction was the
And here he is. best. This one deserves the best, but it is
difficult to make it simple. The setting—
Quite interested in the latest campfire, aboard the old Kate Adams, mail steamer
and this idea of perking up the old blaze. from Arkansas Post to Memphis. It was a
Like the song they added to Mamselle dur sunny day, but the river was high—higher
ing the last fracas, “Fat and forty and gray than it had been in many years, so when
on the head, but there’s lots of life in the the landing at Helena was approached, it
old retread . . .” More power to you. had to be done carefully, so very carefully,
I also am a reader from Volume one, to avoid making a wave more than three
number one. Also had one of those Iden inches high, else it might wash over the top
tification cards, and if you should have the of the levee and start a break. After leaving
old files available, I’d like a re-issue. Lost Helena I had nothing to do but watch the
mine sometime during the first world war. scenery, and that soon lacked interest, al
Also one of the old 73 buttons. For your in though there were places where the Mis
formation, the 73 was the sum of the alpha sissippi was 150 miles wide. Finding a place
betical value of the letters in the word on the foredeck which was sheltered from
Camp-fire. Not that I’ll be doing much the wind I stretched out in the sunshine
more roving. Am pretty well crippled up on the deck. From this position I discovered
as the result of Saipan and Okinawa in a magazine, rolled up and stuck behind a
this last mess, and the only fighting I am brace along the bulwark. All afternoon I
doing now is with the VA quacks. Tried read the most exciting and wonderful stories
to make Korea, but altho the Army was I had ever found in any book or magazine
willing to have me along, the doctor said before. It was Adventure Magazine, April,
no. So now I am working for the Navy. 1913, and that day nearly thirty-nine years
So be it. Maybe some Russki paratrooper ago marked the beginning of a long friend
will be sucker enough to drop down within ship between Adventure and me.
gun range of my old Krag Quien savvy? During many long years at sea, while m
104 ADVENTURE M AGAZINE
the Navy, I missed issues of Adventure, but
(Pet in to (Pooct'Paying always made it a first thing to get on arriv
ing in port. I acquired an aluminum card
AUTO B O D Y W F E N D E R WORK through the old identification program, and
still have it. The number is—. If there is
to be a reactivation of that old department
I would like, very much to retain m y card
and number.
>' we will show you L___ start your own shop. While in the Naval Hospital, Brooklyn,
Pf \ Behind U.E. I. TRAINING about December, 1942,1 visited the editorial
n lnr»e n ....................
offices there and greatly enjoyed an hour’s
gab with the then editor, Ken White. There
• UTILITIES ENGINEERING INSTITUTE have been many fine stories and some great
authors have contributed to Adventure, but
I think none better than Harold Lamb [the
Khlit stories] or Talbot Mundy, the latter of
whom I knew here in So. California. A d
|LBECOME_AN_^<P^r^ venture format is fine as it is but this last
number I have (M arch), is only about one
third as thick as was that April issue of
1913. The first place I turn to is Camp-fire,
then A sk Adventure and Lost Trails. There
is no intent to slight the stories o f course,
because they are all good; just the thing to
■■■
bring back thoughts and feelings of the old
times for an old-timer on the highways of
the world.
t ,WJ The College of Swedish Message For many months I have been intending
‘ $ # J Dept. 29SG, 41 E. Pea,son. Ch.cgo 11 to express my opinions on the current Ad
venture. 'As a reader of some twenty years
S STUDY AT HOME for Business Success standing I feel that perhaps I have some
| and LARGER PERSONAL EARNINGS, 43 basis for comparison.
I years expert instruction— over 114,i First, a mistake was made in going to bi
students enrolled. LL.B. Degree aware monthly publication. That’s just too long
All text material furnished. Easy payment between issues.
plan. Send for FREE BOOK—"Low < In the years I’ve read the magazine, I’ve
Executive Guidance"— NOW! read some good stories in it, some of them
AMERICAN EXTENSION SCHOOL OF LAW in the last year or two. Recently, I have
Dept. B-51, 646 N. Michigan Ave., Chicago 11, Illinois enjoyed particularly Dead Man’s Deep, Son
of the Sword, Escape, Jungle Wallah, Prison
POEM S W ANTED
............. For Musical Setting — — ■“ I
Ship, and the fact features. Why drop those
features—sometimes they make the maga
zine for me. (Got a good one in this issue
Mother, Home, Love, Sacred, Patriotic, Comic —and more coming up. Ed.)
or any subject. Don’t Delay—Send us your And why waste valuable space in a mag
Original Poem at once—for immediate con azine re-printing stories we read a few
sideration and FREE Rhyming Dictionary. years ago. They were good stories when
R IC H A R D B R O T H E R S [ they were written, but not good enough to
33 WOODS BUILDING — CHICAGO 1, ILL. bear reprinting in the same pages again.
If you want to reprint them why not put
them in a special anthology and let the folk
M E M - O - R I T I R who like reprints buy them.
Further suggestions to improve ADVEN
Only TURE: More fact stories, particularly about
$200 p a p e r and the American past; a format similar to
Argosy and other men’s publications—it
wouldn’t have to be a copy, and it would
New! p e " cil make for better display on the newsstands;
make it about 80 pages a month—yes, go
Handy! in one ! back on a monthly schedule.
I know I’ve been critical, but why not
give the magazine the break it deserves?
One final suggestion—why not try a few
good fu ll-color photographs built around
adventurous themes.
QUALITY AGENCYd270 Park Ave., New Yorkl7,N.Y.
(Continued on page 114)
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THE DEATH HUNTER 105
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carpentry job from foundation forms to interior
her cub— ” trim. Here, in one remarkable volume, is the prac-
“ It was an idiot’s trick I did, to kill that
cub,” Sargent said. “ Diedre made me go
up the hill to get in the clear. W e tried to
warn you.”
Buchannan didn’t seem to hear. “ I al
most cried out to her to understand. But
there I was with all the guilt forced on me.
There I stood accused of murder, and every
indication pointed to my— ” He stopped
suddenly and gave Sargent an odd look.
r ........ '.....
“ I know,” Sargent said bitterly. “ I
know exactly how you felt.” He stared
into the clover at his feet. “ Davidson must
have told you what they said about McKee
iM - j M s S S H S
and me.” His mouth was twisted and his
eyes were bleak when he raised his head to
look across the valley. “ I know how you
felt— but that was only a bear you had to
face.”
106 ADVENTURE M AGAZINE
HYPNOTISM
Learn to apply this tremendous POWER. Develop will
face turn white.
“ You hadn’t tried the rifle?” Davidson
asked.
power, self-confidence, self-control. ANYONE can master
this exciting, profitable profession in short time by training Buchannan shook his head.
at home, with GUARANTEED RESULTS. DON’T DELAY . . . “ I’d fixed the firing pin so it wouldn’t
Write to America’s oldest Hypnotic school for free informa
tion now—today I shoot before I lent it to you. It was child
INSTITUTE OF APPLIED HYPNOLOGY
120 Centrol Pork So., N. Y. 19, Dept. 6 ish, I know, but it was all I could think o f
to try and stop you.”
CARBURETOR TOO RICH “ The Good Lord takes care of every
M A K E S M O TO R IST TO O PO O R thing, including bears and madmen,”
" “““PaCar owners who are wasting money and not getting Buchannan said simply.
— per gas mileage due to over-rich mixtures
„..l be pleased to learn how to save gasoline
> byVACU-MATINGover-richmixtures. VACU- Davidson stood up. He wasn’t tired now
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(Continued from page 81)
monotony of the hours keyed the two on
the prahu. W ords between them were cut
to edged curtness.
They sped on a laughing breeze. The
everlasting parade of the islands trooped
by. Waves skipped over reefs. Occasion
ally they saw groups of stilted nipa shacks
sheltered in coves. Great mounds of ban
yans lifted above all other growth, their
crowns majestic above cool jungles.
Screeching sea birds whirled above the
prahu. And when it seemed they would be
going on this way for all time, it ended.
Strader was near the bow. He turned
suddenly. K im ’s muscles tightened.
“ See it? ” asked Strader, huskily.
“ Bud D ao,” said Kim, tightly. “ Jolo
just ahead.”
Strader looked toward the humped shad
ow lifting above the island forest: old
Mount Bud Dao, the sentinel peak of Jolo.
He shrugged and took a deliberate step
toward Kim.
The sunshiner couldn’t miss the harbor
now. He could go the remainder of the
distance alone. Kim reached for a club he
had hidden in a coil of rope near the tiller.
Strader saw the move and stopped. The Dark Continents
“ All right,” Kim said, thickly. “ You
said there’d be a showdown, Strader. If of Your Mind
we fight it out to see which goes on into D O Y O U struggle for balance? Are you
the harbor, now’s the time.” forever trying to maintain energy, enthusiasm,
“ I suppose,” said Strader, “ it is. But and the will to do ? D o your personality and
I hadn’t figured it that way for quite a few power o f accomplishment ebb and flow —like
days, kid.” He shook his heavy shoulders. a stream controlled by some unseen valve?
“ You talked a lot when you were out of Deep within you are minute organisms. From
your head. About a girl named Jane. I their function spring your emotions. They
had to listen. She’s waiting for you back
govern your creative ideas and moods—yes, even
home.”
Strader blew a breath between hairy your enjoyment o f life. Once they were
lips. “ Funny. There was a girl waiting in thought to be the mysterious seat o f the soul
the States for me too. I stayed here too —and to be left unexplored. Now cast aside
long. When we get to Jolo, you get the hell superstition and learn to direct intelligently
out of here while you can.” these powers of self.
The lapping of the sea at the side of the Accept this p re e Book
prahu was laughter that jeered.
Let the Rosicrucians, an age-old fraternity o f think
“ When two whites set their necks to go ing men and women (not a religion), point out how
some place, kid, they stick together and go.” you may fashion life as you want it —by making the
Strader half turned toward the bow. fullest use o f these little-understood naturalfaculties
“ W e’re going to Jolo together. I’ll keep which you possess. This is a challenge to make the
lookout. Take her in.” most o f your heritage as a human. Write for the Free
Book,"The Mastery ofLife." Address: Scribe E.V.Y.
T H E weekly freighter from Manila was a
glowing raft of light beside the dark wharf
7<& R O SICRU CIAN S
as they slipped into the harbor. Native San Jose (AMORC) California
dogs yowled back of huts on the shore.
108 ADVENTURE M AGAZINE
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the Thomas Flyer and the ter
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Arriving at Tomsk, after incredible
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