The Pendulum of the Skull by J

  at the wheel.

  schooner’s a lot the better boat. And there’s

  Looking ahead into the smoky sunset,

  quite a bit of money, too, dear. I threw a lot of Tiri took another dried tentacle and crunched

  it away and I’d have got rid of the rest the

  into its crisp, salty sweetness. He knew the

  same way—money that my poor old dad made

  two were talking nonsense. Lovers always did.

  by bucking the game. I’ve never earned a

  Was he not a lover? Was there not a girl even

  cent—so far. I’m not much—but I think I

  now who would be waiting for him to come

  could be—it’s different now——”

  back with wild ginger wreaths for his wide

  They had given the raucous shoulders.

  phonograph to the delighted crew. Now it

  Life was good! Fight—food—mating,

  suddenly blared out:

  Very good!