The Pearls of Torres by Louis Esson, Adventure, July 18, 1918, Art: unsigned
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“Well,” cried the American
a sigh of relief.
desperately, “if you won’t take the pearl, Jarrett staggered to his feet. He will you take me?”
looked ghastly in the moonlight with his Suzette did not reply; but the light in white face, and his hair clotted with blood; her eyes told him what he wanted to know.
yet his wound was not so deadly as it Big Bailey half turned ’round,
appeared to Suzette. The knife had struck remarking casually:
the bone; but it had not penetrated. It was an
“He’s making for one of the islands.
ugly gash, but it would soon heal.
Guess I’ll let him go.”
Big Bailey was examining the body The night was calm, the sea a mirror of Rod, when Ted Jarrett, leaning on of silver. The Malay’s boat was now a speck Suzette’s arm, managed to stumble across in the distance. Muda had had his revenge.
the sands.