Nowhere to Go but Out.

Paging Himself.

Paddling Around.

"Boy, Page the Plunderbund."

Hep! Hep! Hep!

The Ambulance.

"Hylan? William Speaking, Now Listen-"

Drifting Out to Sea.

Marooned Again.

Fleeing the Storm.

"Where Does That Leave Us?"

Nearing the End.

Sir John of Bushwick Goes to Battle.

They're Off!

[1936.]

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

A Dying Attempt to Dissuade.

[Smith attacks Donovan.]

Shaking 3 Years in Advance.

The One Thing That Will Not Shatter His Nerves.