| “JIM, THIS YER’S DOC WEYMOUTH” | [Frontispiece] |
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| JIM WAS BOUNDING TOWARD THE OPEN DOOR, LEAVING HIS INSULTER LYING UPON THE FLOOR WITH A CLEAN CUT IN HIS CHEST | [42] |
| THERE WAS A SHORT, SHARP STRUGGLE, A HARMLESS SHOT, AND JIM’S INSULTER WAS LYING ON THE FLOOR WITH A CLEAN CUT IN HIS CHEST | [63] |
| JOHNNY GOT A STRANGLE HOLD ON THE FILIPINO’S THROAT WITH HIS LEFT HAND, WHILE WITH HIS RIGHT HE DREW HIS KNIFE | [143] |
| “CUSTOM-MADE SORROW” | [160] |
| A ROPE WAS SPEEDILY FOUND AND TIED ABOUT MY NECK | [202] |
| A WISE CHILD | [216] |
| “IS MY COUSIN JUAN A COWARD, THAT HE LIES IN AMBUSH?” | [286] |