[Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from Weird Tales January 1930. Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.] Bill Cullen shaded his eyes with his hand and stared at the empty skyline. His arms, as he stood in the glittering light, showed scraggy and emaciated and his features were pinched and black. There had been strong winds blowing and enormous seas thundering on the beach, and the ferocity of the elements had accentuated his helplessness. He turned to his companion with a gesture of despair.…
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