Boy's Cinema (1930-31)

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Every Tuesday BOY'S CINEMA 3 A feud between two outlaw bands—a girl who fell in love with a dashing bandit, and proved to be herself a crook—and a scheme of revenge that reacted on the schemer. A whirlwind drama with a terrific climax. Starring Buck Jones and Barbara Bedford. The Man Who Lost. THE smoking-room of the stoamship Alloa was fully ju&tifyiug its name: the atmosphere «as thick with the roek of cigars and cigarettes. A retreat for male passengers, this big pillared room, ten stairs down from the promen- ade deck, set with tables, provided with a bar. And at most of the tables the men were playing cards. "Quite a game at No. 2," remarked a waiter to the bar-tender, as he picked up a loaded tray. "The big mining man who came on board at San Diego sure is lucky." "Aha," said the bar-tender without any show of interest. "On your way, Sam!"" The waiter went off with his tray, set- ting filled glasses before various playei-s; but even as ho threaded his way among the tables hie glance strayed frequently to the four men who were seated round No. 2. They were playing poker, and they were immersed in the game. One of them was a white-haired man Mith the face of a lawyer; another, a long, lean, red-headed Scotsman, had already made it known to everybody that he was an oil-prospecto;-. But Sam, the waiter, was more interested in the other two, one of whom had been plung- ing wildly and had lost heavily, while the other was decidedly the biggest winner. The winner, James Cardew, was a powerfully-built young man, clean- h.haven and dark, not exactly handsome, yet one who would inevitably attract attention, even in a crowd. He had a pair of steady grey eyes and the face of a poker-player—a face that did not hetiay its owner. The loser, Hugh Dixon, wa.s of quite ii d'ffei'ent type. He was slighter of build, and quite handsome in his way, with his curly little moustache; but there was a cleft in his rounded chin, and the gaze of his hazei eyes was seldom direct. A young man who woidd doubtless ap- peal to the fair sex, but v.ho did not appeal to Jim, who was a judge of men. "Four hundred dollars," said Dixon, studying his cards. "I'll raise that two hundred." an- nounced Jim Cardew in hie slow, quiet way. "I'll see you!" retorted Dixon, not without an air of strain. "What have you got?" "I'm calling you!"' snapped Dixon. Quite calmly Jim spread out his cards on the table—two kings, three queens. Dixon threw down his hand with the sigh of a beaten bluffer. "That cleans me," he said gloomily. "I'm through!" And he rose from his chair. "Better luck next time, son," said the red-headed prospector svmpathetic- ally. "There won't be a next time for mc." growled Dixon, and pushed across a pile of chips fr.im his side of the table, then turned about and made his way from the smoking-room. "Sam!" called the man who looked like a lawyer. "Bring a couple of Manhattans!"' An onlooker 3lii)ped into the vacant chair. "Well, what are we waiting for?"' he boomed cheerfully. "If I win every pot between here and 'Frisco. I'll still be a loser. Going to play, gentlemen?"' Jim stood up. "Deal me out, gents." he said. "I've had enough for to-night." Ho made his way to a caged-oft portion of the long bar. "Cash these chips in, steward," hi- requeetod. "Certainly, sir," responded the steward with respect, and exchanged the pile of counters for notes and cash. Jim went out and climbed the metal- edgcd stairs to the promenade deck. The air seemed clean and sweet out there, after the stuffy atmo.sphere of the smoking-room. A full moon was lighting lip the stiD waters of the Pacific Ocean, and away to leeward stretched tlie dark coast of California. But Jim was not beguiled by the beauties of the night. A silhouetted figure was balanced upon the rails of the deserted deck, just as he had ex- pected. Dixon was about to throw him- self over the side! With a sudden spring he reached the rails, gripped the young man by the arms, and pulled him down. "What are you trying to do?"" he in- quired gruffly. "Why doii't you mind your own busi- ness?" stormed Dixon. "You ain't going to do nothing like that, young fellow," retorted Jim, still holding him. "That water's kind of wet down there. Where are you bunkiii' ? Let's go down and talk it over. Come on!" "No!" cried Dixon savagely. "Leave me alone!" But Jim was masterful. He marched his companion off along the deck, virtu ally a prisoner, compelled him to dcsrend a "staircase, and having propelled hini into a cabin he admitted was his, hhut and fastened the door. "Take your coat off and get in that bunk!" he commanded; and reluctantly Dixon obeyed. Then Jim went to a locker, poured a fairly stiff drink into a glass aud went over to him with it. July 1th, 1931.