and lifted him into the car, where he “T ISTEN!” I I caught, at tlie chief’s arm. sagged down on the rear seat, breath¬ M—J Faintly, but unmistakably, ing heavily. Indistinct words tum¬ bled from his lips; then plainly came: across the field came the terror-laden ‘ ‘ Chief!—The Th ing!-—Murdered!—…
Weird Tales · Pulp magazines
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