Nowhere to Go but Out.

Paging Himself.

Paddling Around.

"Boy, Page the Plunderbund."

The Ambulance.

Hep! Hep! Hep!

"Hylan? William Speaking, Now Listen-"

Drifting Out to Sea.

Marooned Again.

"Where Does That Leave Us?"

Sir John of Bushwick Goes to Battle.

Nearing the End.

Fleeing the Storm.

"I Think the Results Obtained in the Past Ten or Eleven Years Have Been Marvelous."

[1936.]

A Dying Attempt to Dissuade.

They're Off!

The Challenge.

[Smith attacks Donovan.]

Shaking 3 Years in Advance.