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MOTION PICTURE MAGAZINE
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., d above them on a moun
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n, ;i thousand for life, and the rem
nanl OD th( pi deck look it,
took n fiercely, swiftly and gladly.
M. , sleeping .just outside her
hut. They were Btanding over her
opened her startled eyes — her
father, her lover and. in tin slight
distance, Mansher, "The Owl" and
Because her father's pirate
M\>. BATTLE I i \i;iri, To WITNESS
l was m her veins Marie turned : a scarred face was
athed in ;i palpably forced smile.
• did this \l)ti set me adrift l" tlenged, gentle eyes abl
• tin. an. I loyal to your Bhlp,
•urn of the Witl -id. Mansher turned
■■■ the dory mi th< b< ach, foil < llifford and the lui
.it. • >t i?i the Smith S
fore Clifford put the fatal bullet thru Mansher '8 lit-art. that unfortunate victim of love and superstition fired, wildly amiss. His bullet pierced the heart of Chief Kama's son, and the tribe were turned into hostile cannibals on the instant.
Then followed a running battle fearful to witness — the natives brandishing their long spears, the pirates using muskets and knives with fine indiscrimination. And when Clifford, Marie and the captain reached the dory at last, they left stretched on the blood-soaked sands the prone bodies of Mansher, "The Owl" and Betty.
In the dory headed for the open sea the weary captain fell asleep, and Clifford and Marie sat together, facing the unknown outcome of the seas.
"What shall it be for us now, Clifford?" the girl was asking. "Must we go on this way — always blood and death and danger .'"
The pirate smiled. On one hand lay the wide, uncharted seas, with perhaps a port of Polynesia at the journey's end. They had water, a fair wind and native food to last a few days. On the other hand, a fair, slim girl, with snowy h r o w and coral cheeks ami a wealth o\' love-light in The pirate smiled again, and beneath the sea-tan and the Bears ol' the sea the smile was passing sweet.
Then, turning to the girl who was as life to him. he softly breathed:
'■It shall be a coral vvv\' where the
blue Pacific is the bluest, where the
air is soft and full o( strange, sweet smells, where human blood shall not spilled and treasure shall rust away; it shall be all these things for us — now— Atoll Flower."
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