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ADVENTURING WITH A
BY FRED BOALT
Seattle, Wash., March 30. Aleck
McNab, Soldier of Misfortune,
wrestles boxes, barrels and bales in
a waterfront warehouse for $1.50 a
As soldier, sailor, mercenary, revor
lutionary spy, secret service agent,
champion of lost causes and leader
of forlorn hopes, Aleck McNab has
flirted with death all his life.
When there was gup-running in
the Red Sea, Aleck McNab was there
to stop it. Was revolution rampant
in China, Aleck McNab was hand in
glove with Sun Yat Sen. Did Win
ston Churchill, first lord of the Brit
ish admiralty, desire first-hand
knowledge of his majesty's benevo
lent suzerainty in Darkest Africa,
Aleck McNab was there to play the
host and guide. Was there unrest
among the hill tribes in India, Aleck
McNab could put his finger on the
source of discontent. Did the Young
Turks need machine guns, Aleck Mc
Nab knew where to buy them.
He hunted with Roosevelt in Af
rica. He fought for Madero in Mex
ico: He plotted, against the czar of
Russia, and helped set black usurpers
on tottering thrones in falling-off
corners of the world.
He has seen mankind in the raw,
and knows how thin is the cloak of
civilization which hides- the savage
who lurks beneath our skins. And
he has arrived at some strange con
clusions. He was telling me his adventures.
"Let me see; where was I? Oh,
yes; Salinas Cruz, Mexico.
"And the first man I met was 'Bris
tol,' so called because he was born
there a wiry, black-haired, little
Britisher, gritty, a good comrade, and
no morals to speak of.
"I found 'Bristol' in a water front
" 'Shake hands, McNab of McNab,'
says 'Bristol,' 'with my friend and
fellow-expatriate, Maj. Storey.'
SOLDIER OF FORTUNE
"Maj. -Storey was a dignified old
duffer with but one arm.
" 'Touch flesh continues 'Bristol,'
'with my colleague, "Boston," a Yan
kee, but not half bad sort, for all
"I shook hands with 'Boston,' a
handsome,' reckless boy, with a Har
" 'Gentlemen,' says I, 'I am with
Aleck. McNab, -Soldier of Fortune.
you after 'six weeks at sea. Inform
" 'We are recruiting,' says Maj.
Storey, "for. Madero the Dreamer.'
" 'Ma,derp.?',says I. 'Is he the pres
ident, or does he want to be?'
" 'He is,'says 'Boston,' 'and Hu
erta wants. to be.' )
" 'And,' continued the .one-armed
major, 'I have' the honor to be colonel
of a regiment which does not exist.
The name of McNab of McNab is not
unknown to me. Will you serve?'
"Would I! I saluted my colonel.
" 'Bristol, you and Boston are lieuJ
tenants,' said my colonel,