“Aw-w-w, —— the luck!”
It was Banty Harrison. Tears were trickling down his cheeks and his lips
trembled. He started angrily toward the door, but turned and looked back
at the crowd.
“Wh-what’s the matter?” choked Harp.
Banty pointed at his flopping necktie, which had crawled up above the
top of his celluloid collar.
“That —— string busted—that’s what’s the matter.”
The rest of them had no alibi. But the looting of Sun Dog was over and
they looked at each other unashamed, while Brick, with Whizzer clinging
to his one good hand, went hunting for a doctor, and the orchestra
across the street struck up a waltz.
[Transcriber’s Note:
1. This story appeared in the August 30, 1924 issue of _Adventure_
magazine.
2. This story also exists in extended novel form in the Distributed
Proofreaders Canada collection at www.fadedpage.com
]