Motion Picture Story Magazine (Aug-Dec 1913)

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THE PIRATES 87 accorded with their ages or their serious situation. They filled the rude tents that had been improvised from discarded sails of the Hornet^ with strange bursts of merriment at illtimed moments. Jim and his crew, ferocious with pistols and authority, became distinctly nervous as they looked on, and felt their hands wandering to their dizzy foreheads frequently in vain attempts to unsnarl the bewildering kinks in their wits. sportively over a cliff, where he napped above his gun; following up their abandoned deed by pitching Jim himself, pirate-in-chief, over after the other. This delicate bit of humor seemed to give the entire band of prisoners exquisite joy, so that they rolled upon the sand in crude merriment, watched grimly by the dripping and wrathful pair of pirates, who had clambered up, covered with seaweed and ensanguined with crimson anger. THE HORNET WAS SIGHTED, NOSING BRISKLY INSHORE The stout men, attired airily in bath-towels, bathed in the ocean, ducking each other with the quaint playfulness of elephants, and eating prodigiously, on landing, from the generous stores left by the sloop. Grayheaded grandfathers fished and sported on the sand in all the artless innocence of second childhood. The stoutest man, who had the portly baywindow of a well-lined alderman, and the thinnest man, with the meek expression of a deacon, consorted together and pushed one of their guards But revenge was sweet. The next afternoon, the terminal one of the week, as the senile merrymakers descended to the beach, their exteriors naively unprotected except by an insufficient garment or two, Jim and his crew detached a nest of hornets from the cliff and paid off old scores in the serene contemplation of the ensuing disturbance below. So, in innocent pastimes and not so innocent ones, the week passed away, and again the level monotony of the ocean front was broken by the sight of the