Adventure Page #4

NO WOMEN, NO LIQUOR, NO KNIFE

FIGHTS, AND THE CHURCH DONATION.

BUT WE AIN'T DRUNK

THE MINNIE TOBER DOWN.

I KNOW THAT,

HARRY, BUT-

HEY, YOU GUYS,

MUDGIN DON'T WANT TO

DRINK THE:

MINNIE TOBER DOWN!

YOU'VE GOT TO

DO THAT, MUDGIN!

SHE WAS:

A GOOD SHIP!

AND HER BILGE:

DIDN'T STINK.

HE'S REFLECTING

ON YOU, HARRY!

OH, NO,

HARRY.

I'LL SAY SO!

A GUY THAT WON'T DRINK A LOST SHIP DOWN

REFLECTS ON:

HIS BOSUN!

YEAH!

HE DON'T HAVE TO DO

ANYTHING ON MY ACCOUNT.

ALL RIGHT, ALL RIGHT, I'LL

DO IT ON YOUR ACCOUNT, HARRY.

BUT JUS ONE SHORT BEER.

... OF YOU, OF YOU,

I'M DREAMING

THE SEA ROLLS WIDE

'TWEEN ME AND DUBLIN TOWN

WHAT'S THE MATTER WITH HANDSOME TONIGHT?

I DON'T KNOW.

HE DON'T LIKE BLONDES AND

HE DON'T LIKE BRUNETTES.

WHY DON'T YOU SETTLE

FOR ME, THEN, BIG BOY?

YOU'RE A NICE REDHEAD,

BUT I'M LOOKING FOR A DAME

WITH GREEN HAIR AND PURPLE EYES.

... GREEN ON IRISH GROUND

SCAMPS AND SCALAWAGS! MAURA

O'FLAHERTY LEFT WEEPING ON THE DOCKS!

JUST KEENING LIKE A BANSHEE!

I- I'LL BEAR NO MORE OF IT!

NO MORE OF IT!

WAITER. WAITER!

IT'S GONE, HARRY.

MY MONEY'S GONE.

I WAS ROLLED. IT'S

GONE, ALL RIGHT.

IT AIN'T UP

THERE, MUDGE.

WE TURNED THE DUMP

INSIDE-OUT.

THIS IS WHAT YOU GET FOR

BREAKING ALL THOSE PROMISES.

WELL, I DIDN' KNIFE ANYBODY.

NO, YOU AIN'T VIOLATED

THE ATLANTIC CHARTER.

POLICE!

POLICE!

LIMO AND MODEL T!

THEY'RE STILL UP

THERE. COME ON.

OWWWW!

HERE HE IS!

HEY! WHERE YOU BEEN

KEEPING YOURSELF, MUDGE?

IN AN ALLEY:

SOMEPLACE.

HE'S GOT THE BLOODY

ROTTEN SHAKES, HARRY.

WHAT'S THE MATTER,

PAL? YOU HURT?

I'M AWFUL

SCARED, HARRY.

OF WHAT?

I DON'T KNOW.

WELL, WE AIN' GOT ALL DAY.

LET HIM TALK. SPIT IT OUT, MUDGE.

IN THE FIGHT, I THREW MY KNIFE AWAY,

NOT WANTING TO CUT A

MAN, YOU UNDERSTAND?

AND IT STRUCK ANOTHER MAN IN THE ARM.

I SAW THE BLOOD:

DRIPPING,

AND I LOOKED DOWN AT MY HANDS LIKE THIS,

AND THEN, SUDDEN-LIKE, I RAN.

THEN I HAPPENED.

WHA HAPPENED?

I LOST MY SOUL.

YOU LOST WHAT?

MY WEEPING IMMORTAL SOUL, HARRY.

LIKE A NIGHTMARE.

LIKE A HAND REACHING

INTO MY CHES AND TEARING

SOMETHING OPEN.

A SHINY LITTLE SEED NO

BIGGER THAN A PINPOIN COME OUT OF HERE, AND

I GRABBED AT IT, AND...

AND IT DRIFTED AWAY

IN THE FOG.

COR BLIMEY!

NO WIRING OR NOTHING ATTACHED, MUDGIN?

NOT A THREAD.

NOT A COBWEB, EVEN.

IT WAS LIKE:

A LITTLE FIREFLY.

I'M AWFUL GLAD

YOU'RE HERE, HARRY.

THIS IS MY:

FAULT, TOO.

OH, NO, NO. YOU CAN'T SAY THAT, HARRY.

IF A MAN LOSES:

HIS SOUL,

THAT'S HIS OWN PERSONAL RESPONSIBILITY.

HOW LONG YOU GONNA

PUT UP WITH THIS LITTLE GUY?

HE'S BUG-EYES,

HE'S CUCKOO.

THAT AIN'T SO, GUS.

I'M AS RATIONAL

AS YOU ARE.

YOU GOTTA TAKE:

IT INTO ACCOUN I SAW MY SOUL DISAPPEAR

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