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Portrait of Valentine Williams Valentine Williams Island Gold — XXIV. Ulrich von Hagel's Treasure (1923)

I had plucked this girl from a placid, unruffled existence and plunged her into a vortex of adventure. Was she to leave her life, laid down for mine, in this desolate island, while I, the author of all the mischief, was to escape unharmed?
Lawless was at Clubfoot's throat, worrying him like a terrier with a rat. Then, of a sudden, Carstairs and Mackay were there, twisting together with a leathern thong those great hairy wrists, one of which dripped blood. I stood helpless, watching as in a dream Garth raise up his daughter and rock her still form in his arms.
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Portrait of Valentine Williams Valentine Williams Island Gold — XXIV. Ulrich von Hagel's Treasure (1923)

Then, swallowing his feelings, he demanded fiercely:
“Where is this man, Custrin?”
“Dead,” I answered. “I shot him...”
What had happened in the forest had seemed natural enough. But with the Naomi civilization had returned to Cock Island, and my admission sounded horribly cold-blooded in my ears. As briefly as might be, but without concealing any salient fact, I told Garth the story of what had supervened after his departure with Carstairs. With ill-concealed impatience and with reddening cheeks, he listened to my tale; but he grew too angry to hear me to the end.
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Portrait of Valentine Williams Valentine Williams Island Gold — XXIV. Ulrich von Hagel's Treasure (1923)

Funny, I had forgotten all about it.
“On those blankets, Captain,” said I, “you'll find all the treasure we're ever likely to get out of Cock Island. I located the hiding-place all right. But the treasure's gone. There are fifteen gold pieces there—I counted them. That's all that's left of it...”
Then Grundt spoke.
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