By Morse44-12-2351Its Dismal To Die2the Adventure Continues

Adventures by Morse. Carton e Morse presents... It's dismal to die, featuring Captain Friday. If you like high adventure, come with me. If you like the stealth of intrigue, come with me. If you like blood and thunder, come with me.

All through the day, Captain Friday and Skip Turner hold their flat-buttoned boat along the criss-cross waterways of dismal swamp South Carolina. The girl, Julie Lane, crouch at the bow, directing them through the strangling vines that overhung the creeks and underwater forests of cypress knees, lurking to rake the bottom out of the boat.

The jungle blacked out the sun and smothered the swamp in a weird twilight at all times, but they knew it must be close to evening. Captain Friday, you didn't fight your way into the heart of the dismal swamp just for the experience.

Huddly. We're here and reply to an urgent telegram from Julie Lane. Her young husband had been kidnapped. Although the kidnappers hadn't asked for ransom and she swore she didn't know wives being held. But she'd found out that messages from the kidnappers were being delivered by a giant dumb cajun, a descendant of a race of swamp folks as old as white civilization in America.

She'd followed him several times to a certain creek bend deep in the swamp but always lost him. Yeah, for a pretty little southern babe though, that Julie had her head screwed on right. She figured if we could get to the bend first, we could spot where the dumber went to.

Yeah, but we didn't quite make it. Dummy caught up with us and we had to take cover. By the time we'd rounded the bend, he disappeared. Yeah, and right there's where we made our big mistake.