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ened his makeup and then attached the hated
sideburns, which were composed of real hair
glued to strips of adhesive tape.

"I'll need you two in about an hour," said
the director as he shunted them to the end of
the dock, "and you'd better rehearse that scrap
while you're waiting. You come rushing at
Carlos, Monahan, and scowl your prettiest. He
defies you. Then you plunge forward swinging
the wrench — one, two, three, slow tempo. Full
steps each time and follow through with every
blow. Carlos backs up but as you get ready
for the fourth wallop he pops you a couple, and
you stagger into the railing wiiich gives way
with you."

"Guess again," suggested Tug with an ap-
prehensive glance at the water forty feet below.

"Don't get upstage with me," cautioned the
director. "I won't stand for it from anyone
who supports themselves. When I put you in
position for this shot the third blow will bring
you opposite a section of railing that's been
sawed. You simply tumble through into a net
just under the edge, so there's no danger. A
stunt man does a real fall that will be snapped
from below later on. Don't forget, now — one,
two, three swipes and go halfway with the
fourth. Then Carlos cracks you, and you fade,
but be sure to give me hatred, agony and evil
on the way."

"I'll slip you a lensful," promised Mr. Mon-
ahan, as lie scjuared off with Carlos and blun-
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a treadmill. Half an hour of this made him
letter perfect and he retired to a coil of rope to
drowse, listening scornfully as the director ad-
monished the six other villains. It developed
that the script called for a running tight during
which Carlos wrecked the entire crew and
ended with a triumphant leap into a motor
boat containing the lustrous Rosie.

"Some hero," muttered ]Mr. Monahan, in-
specting his bony knuckles. "I'll hero him.
One, two, th "

A slim shadow fell across his outstretched
legs and he looked up to meet the interested
gaze of a girl with soft brown hair and a happy,
oval face.

"Oh, hello," said the new arrival. "You're
the new menace, I guess. How do you like the
movies?"

npUO surveyed her with growing admiration.
-*- Here was someone worthwhile. No petu-
lant droop to her mouth, her glossy hair was
not brittle from sprayed brilHantine and her
eyes were as honest as Sadie's. A great loneli-
ness took possession of the recimibent battler,
and the urge to confide in her became over-
wiielming. Normally as friendly as a St. Ber-
nard, he felt that here was a woman who would
understand, a miscue of which even Napoleon
was capable.

"I'm easin' out of the game after today," he
said cautiously. "Say, you're not an actress,
are you?"

"Why, no."

"Do you work for the company?"

"No," said the girl once more, "I hang
around and watch them work once in a while."

"What do you think of this Carlos Cabrillo?'

The girl's eyebrows drew down sharply.
"Carlos," she echoed. "Why, for "

"Never mind," said Tug, interpreting her
e.Npression as one of distaste. "Just you watch
for the fireworks in our fight scene." He rapid-
ly outlined the business, then winked know-
ingly. " But that ain't all," he whispered.

"Really?" said the girl carelessly. "Have
you made some improvements?"

"That's what's got me aU fagged out," con-
fessed the genius. "I didn't know thinkin' was
so wearin', and I've got to teU somebody about
it. Listen, after I fake that one, two, three
stuff Carlos will be lookin' for me to pull the
next one, but I'll cross him, see? I'll land with
my left, drop the phoney wrench, and crack
him with my right. I'll learn him to go around
stealin' other women, even if it is by long dis-
tance."



"So that's it," said the brown haired damsel,
regarding him from suddenly narrowed eyes.
"What a refreshing lover you must be, going
to all this trouble. Well, I e.xpect I'd better
not be in the way when they begin, but I cer-
tainly will be watching you." She sauntered
away, nodding here and there, and finally was
lost from view in a little knot of onlookers.

"Monahan up!" shouted the director, scur-
rjing to the battleground. "Now, I want you
to come running into the picture, my bucko,
until you reach this chalk mark. Then you
glare until I whistle, and after that you go into
the scrap. Carlos, where's Carlos!"

"Right here," called Mr. Cabrillo, approach-
ing from the rear. His well built figure was set
off by the navy blue uniform and his profile be-
neath a gold braided cap woiJd have sent Sadie
into transports of ecstasy. His black eyes
smouldered at Tug for an instant; then he
smiled with the scornful superiority of a fore-
gone winner. ".A.11 set," he told the director,
and immediately assumed a salt water swagger.

The cameras began to whir at the director's
signal, and ]Mr. Monahan, supposedly a lustful
stoker, came galloping down the dock. Stop-
ping dutifully at the whitened line, he bared
his teeth in a fearsome grimace while three
deftly held sheets of tin reflected the sun into
his uneven countenance. A few bars of an un-
popular theme song sent him forward with the
exaggeratedly slow action necessary to movie
conflict, and Carlos went backward in perfect
harmony The balsa wood wrench swung
ferociously as Tug stalked his handsome rival.
One! Two!

npHEN, something happened. The rang>-
-'- Carlos, instead of retreating v\ith the third
blow, froze in his tracks and rocked the aston-
ished Tug with a left to the wind that drove
him against the rail. Grunting with anguish,
the counterfeit stoker tried to straighten up.
but a looping uppercut knocked him through
the weakened support. Then panic broke loose
on the dock, for the force of the blow had sent
Mr. Monahan to the outer edge of the protect-
ing net, whence he bounded into the air and
described a blurred arc before vanishing under
a couple of w-aves.

A flurry of ad\ice reached him as he came to
the surface, but on opening his mouth to yell,
he shipped several quarts of the Pacific Ocean
and disappeared once more, thrashing help-
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a boat, but Carlos, watching anxiously, saw
that immediate action was required. With
workmanlike precision he hung for a moment
from a protruding stringer and then dropped
into the creamy water.

A second later Mr. Monahan's disinterested
head popped forth and Carlos, putting a hand
beneath the dreadnaught chin, turned the
pugilist over on his back and towed him to the
beach.

AFTER a little manhandling in the guise of
iirst aid Tug swore feebly and sat up. "You
pulled me out?" he croaked.

"Certainly, you dummy," snapped Mr.
Cabrillo. "Do you think I wanted you to
drown? I can get enough publicity without
committing murder."

"You're a game guy," said Tug brokenly,
"and I guess I owe you my life."

"That's aU right. You can pay me the two
bits any time."

"Somebody wised you up," mused Mr.
Monahan as memory seared him. "It must
have been that nice little dame or I'm a mon-
key's uncle."

"Never mind that now," said Carlos. "Here
comes the gang all full of questions. Keep your
trap shut and I'll stall them. Hello, Al," he
grinned at the breathless director. "Too much
sunshine, or something — got my signals mi.xed
and hit poor old Monahan too soon. Awfully
sorry. Do you want a retake?"

"Retake!" scoffed Al. "Boy, that was a
natural if ever there was one. You're not hurt?"

"Just a little shaky. It's Monahan who's
under the weather; he feels sort of double
crossed, too, and I don't blame him."

The director looked down at the gasping
gladiator. "Well, I'm through with him for
this picture, but I'll want him for all my under-
world stuff from now on. What a face! Mon-
ahan, old kid, you did a great piece of work; it
looked almost on the level. Get yourself a good
rest here and I'll call you at lunch time."

TUG passed the afternoon inspecting the prog-
ress of the picture but no amount of furtive
peering could detect the brown haired Delilah.

Women, he told himself, were as hard to
understand as a dry congressman's ahbi. He
sighed unhappily and began speculating on
the attractions of a hermit's career. He had
reached the point where he saw himself, white-
headed and feeble, creeping out of his ca\e in
the Grand Canyon to die dismally before a hik-
ing party of repressed school teachers when the
director called it a day, and he became aware
that Carlos had halted beside him.

"Still sore at me for protecting myself?"

"Not so much, but you've done me a lot
more damage than that — ^with my girl."

The lithe Mr. Cabrillo studied the menace
and a shade of amusement crossed his face.
"You're not as tough as you look, Monahan,"
he said. "Feeling like a sap, eh? Forget it;
I was a bigger one when I first hit Hollywood.
What do you say to coming home to supper
with me? Perhaps I can get you straightened
out."

The dazed prizefighter allowed himself to be
loaded into a car and found it impossible to
emerge from a skeptical trance until they rolled
in at a driveway leading to a miniature White
House. A musical hail throbbed through the
warm air, and Tug stared across a smoothly
shaven lawn at a trim figure, followed by two
little girls, coming toward him.

"Those are the three women I was telling
you about," remarked Carlos. "It's a wild life
we lead out here."

For some reason, Mr. Monahan felt himself
quaking. A cool hand lay for a moment in his
grimy paw and a pair of candid eyes smiled up
at him.

"I'm glad you didn't hurt my husband,"
said the brown haired girl.

"Aw, lady," he protested, and then stopped,
barren of excuses. But later, having had his
palate tickled by the creations of aFilipino cook,
he sprawled at ease in the living room and enter-
tained his hosts with lurid tales of carnage in



the ring. Carlos listened appreciatively, but
his wife, exhibiting symptoms of impious curi-
osity, finally darted in with the all-important
question. "What about the girl?"

Mr. Monahan, who had been aching to ap-
proach the subject but lacked the gumption to
do so, rose eagerly to the bait. "She's one of
the million wlio think you're their own per-
sonal idol," he told Carlos, "which is a bad
break for me because she's the only steady I
ever had. I almost had her lassooed last year
until she saw you in 'Wrecks of Sex,' and ever
since she's been moanin' like a sick pigeon. We
had a bust up over your newest picture, and
out I came to. slough you, but after this I'll
never be able to look her in the knees again."

Mr. Cabrillo coughed uneasily. "You have-
n't told us her name," he reminded.

"Sadie Allen, Dee-troit, Michigan."

"Do we know her?" Carlos inquired of his
wife.

For answer the dainty Mrs. Cabrillo went
over to a desk, withdrew a morocco bound
ledger and ran her finger down a long list of
A's.

"We certainly do," she announced. "I
wrote her for the fourth time on October 29th,
and sent another photograph."

"Cockeyed censors!" cried Mr. Monahan.
"You mean to say you don't write them letters
yourself?"

H.\RDLY," laughed Carlos. "I wouldn't
have any time to work if I did that."

".^nd I suppose you don't sign the photos,
either. Haw, haw, haw!" roared Tug, as he
thought of Sadie's art gallery.

"I ain't heard such good news since a
referee gave me a slow count in Philly. You
sure are a smooth worker to get it all
organised like a real business."

Mr. and Mrs. Cabrillo did not join in the
merriment, but looked at him seriously. "But
it is a. business," declared the star. "I'd like to
answer a lot of my mail but I can't do it and
make pictures as well, so my wife and two secre-
taries attend to it. Don't you see that the
fans are my biggest asset — that the amount of
mail I get influences my salary? Take your
Miss Allen, multiply her by a thousand, and
perhaps you'll see why Abie Zoop puts box car
numbers on my cheque."

"I never was much on figures," confessed
Tug, "except that I like 'em plump. So there's
nothin' between you and Sadie?"

Mrs. Cabrillo hid a smile. "She probably
sent a particularly nice note," she told him,
"which is why she received a personal reply.
Most people ask for just a photograph. You
haven't any real rival, Mr. Monahan, so you'd
better not be discouraged."

"It's not such a cinch to be handsome," said
Carlos. "I can't help my looks any more than
you can. I get four thousand a week because
I've caught on with the ladies, and if they want
to think I'm a passionate pilgrim, how can I
stop them? It takes acting, too. Rosie was
eating cinnamon toast yesterday, and I can't
stand the taste of it."

"That's queer," said Tug. "Sadie hates
licorice."

"Oh," said Mr. Cabrillo reflectively. "Look
here, why don't you stay out here and cash in
on that face of yours, then send for your girl
when you've got a bungalow to put her in? If
you go back to the fight game you'll end up by
imagining you're Paul Revere."



" A IN'T it the truth,'
-'•■then his face clouded.



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'But when Sadie
sees you in person I'll be sunk again."

Carlos frowned thoughtfully. "Women are
strong on first impressions," he observed. "My
wife fell in love with me at a wake because I
looked so cheerful when I handed around the

sandwiches. Now, if I'd been " He broke

off and eyed the menace appraisingly. " Ever
hear about the Einstein Theory?"

"Saw it up in smaller chunks," said the
puzzled Tug.

"Well, according to him, everythirig is com-
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In November, Mr. Monahan had been an
unlovely chrysalis; by March, he burst forth
a gaudy Hollywood butterfly somewhat dazzled
by his own brilliance. Cruelty being the natural
offset to chivalry, thereby making the hero's
inevitable triumph all the more glorious, the
vindictive Tug pursued his roles of ruffianism
as fast as one director could hand him to
another.

A desultory correspondence had been carried
on with the rebellious Miss Allen, although,
acting on a hint from Carlos, Tug said nothing
about their friendship.

When the first ripples of success reached De-
troit, she affected to believe that she was being
taken for a ride, and then receded coyly until
the arrival of an engagement ring completed
her surrender.

npHE release date of "Docks and Derelicts"
■•- endeared Mr. Monahan with that large sec-
tion of the public which loves vicarious terror.
Condescending hon nwls trickled from the pens
of viperish critics and Sadie, watching the
waterfront idyll with more than a little awe,
decided that spinach would do if you couldn't
have broccoli, and wired Tug that she would
leave for the coast on the next train.

Five days later she was walking sturdily up
the ramp at the Southern Pacific station in Los
Angeles, looking eagerly for Tug's familiar
thatch, when an untidy young man touched
her arm.

"I got a ten spot that says you're Sadie
Allen," he said huskily.

That spruce young woman eyed him with
disfavor. The accoster was garbed ina wrinkled
linen suit, his hair was like a tangle of brush-
wood and he had needed a shave for the past
three days.

"That's my name," she nodded. "What's
the matter with my Tug? "

"He's on location, the big tomato," said the
young man, grinning evilly, "and after hearing
him brag about his swell looking girl I thought
I'd get a peek at her so I told him I'd meet
you."

He appropriated her luggage and led the
way to a glistening roadster.

"Hop in, momma.'' he invited, "and I'll roll
you out to the hotel."

Miss .Allen congealed with dignity. "Don't
get so familiar," she cautioned.

"And why not," chuckled her companion,
"after you raving about me for months." He
pushed her rougUy into a seat and climbed
over her.

"Limber up your eyes, baby," he advised,
"and then congratulate yourself at being this
close to your Carlos."

"Do you mean to say," stammered Sadie,
"that you're "

"HpHE kid himself," said Mr. Cabrillo. hic-

■'- cuping slightly as he started the car. "This
is a break for you, queenie, for what did I do
but leave eight frails in Beverly Hills weeping
their eyes out for me."

Sadie stole a quick glance at the chi.selled pro-
file, now a mere pasty outline as his jaw hung
slack.

A feeling of revulsion gripped her, yet she was
unable to tear her eyes from the magnet. So
this was the way heroes looked when they
weren't being prompted!

Plainly, the lambent Carlos was as earth> as
any street cleaner.

She sat dumb with misery until the car slid
to anchor down an unfrequented side road on
the fringes of Elysian Park.

"You look like a live wire," cooed Mr. Cab-
rillo, undulating toward her in exactly the same
manner he used in "Wrecks of Sex," "so I guess
I'll put my trade mark on you." And, getting
a half nelson on the shrinking Sadie, he bent
his bristly face to hers, but not, a close observer
would have noted, all the way. " Kiss me," he
demanded, and it became unpleasantly appar-
ent that he was addicted to the eating of
hcorice.



This final blow spurred the horror-stricken
girl to hasty action, and breaking loose by main
strength, she faced the shattered idol. "Drive
me to that hotel or I'll have Tug attend to
you," she warned.

"He won't be back until late this evening,"
sneered Carlos. "What right has that ugly
ogre to a princess like you, anyhow? Come on,
give me that kiss."

"I wouldn't give you the right time," rasped
Sadie, "and Tug is a fine, big, upright man,
and I love him."

"You mean to say you'd pass me up for that
crackpot?" asked Mr. Cabrillo, fishing another
stick of licorice from his pocket.

"I certainly do!" cried Sadie. "I thought
you were so wonderful, but you're nothing but
a wrong number to me. I should have had
sense enough to know that before I almost lost
my Tug. Are you going to take me to that
hotel or do I have to scratch that swell nose of
yours?"

"Heh, heh," sniffed Mr. Cabrillo, registering
disdain. "Well, there's plenty of other dames
who'U let me trample on their hearts, girlie, so
I gues.5 I'll sidetrack you."

He drove swiftly to the Roosevelt and de-
posited Miss Allen with the doorman.

"You wouldn't change your mind?" he said
insinuatingly.

"Beat it," ordered his passenger, "before I
forget I'm a lady."

"Ml right," growled Carlos, "but mark my
words, you proud hussy, you liaven't seen the
last of me."

Then for a moment the engaging smile that
thrilled feminine hearts flooded his unshaven
face.

"Good luck, Sadie," he said clearly, and as
she turned curiously, he swerved the car
quickly into the traffic before he started
laughing.

"pIGHT o'clock found Sadie at her window
-'—'watching the soft purple dusk of the Cali-
fornia evening creep across the ragged foothills
to sponge out the pastel shades of twilight. The
pattern of life was being woven out in all that
mysterious blur, but where, pondered Miss
AUen somewhat impatiently, was the home-
spun thread that belonged to her? Truly, love
was more exasperating than ironing an ac-
cordion-plaited shirt.

The purple was melting into velvety black-
ness when the door crashed open to reveal Mr.
Monahan bulging from a new shepherd's plaid
suit with an expression of mixed apology and
joy-
Having profited by a close study of Carlos'
technique, he advanced determinedly and en-
folded Miss .Allen in a classic embrace, to which
she yielded without undue struggling.

Tug was no parlor snake, she told herself as a
rib or two creaked dangerously. Here he was,
starched, pressedand scrubbed to afresh virility
that overcame such handicaps as a squashed
proboscis.

Finally, after ten minutes of the usual
amorous nothings, he came up for air.

"I'd of got here sooner, but we've been doin'
desert stuff out in the Jlojave for the last three
weeks, and I wanted to get cleaned up," he ad-
vised. "Did Carlos take good care of you,
honey? "

" T^ON'T mention him, the rowdy scalawag,"
-'-^shrilled Sadie.

"Hey," admonished her suitor, "you don't
want to be knockin' him like that. Why, if he
hadn't managed to get away a day before me,
there'd been nobody to meet you. Although,"
mused Mr. Monahan, ^vrinkling his brow, "just
why they held me over is beyond me, because
I didn't do nothin' to speak of."

"He tried to play you for a sucker, that's all."
"You can't talk that way about my pal,"
asserted the mystified Tug. "Shame on you,
after him helpin' me with the church arrange-
ments and all. Maybe he still looked
weary after three weeks of inhalin' sand but,
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home with his wife and kids. What's got

into you, anyhow you used to be nuts

about him."

"Wife and kids!" screeched Sadie. "Oh,
tlie, the "

"Cut it out," said Mr. IMonahan sternly.
"He's a grand guy. and I wouldn't harm a hair
of his head. Furthermore, he's just what you



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used to call him and hi
tomorrow."

"I hate him," sobbed the girl
is you."

"That's a kayo line," chuckled Tug as he



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