By Morse44-12-1650Its Dismal To Die1the Adventure Begins

Adventures by Morse. Caught in e-Morse presents It's Dismu 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.

When Captain Friday and Skip Turner arrived in the Orleans on the return home from the Chilean jungles, a telegram was waiting for them. It read, implore your help. Impossible to contact police. Can you meet me, Lake Drummond, South Carolina, on the edge of dismal swamp immediately?

You decided to go to Lake Drummond, South Carolina, Captain Friday? No, it was skip. He made up our minds in about two shakes of a lamb's tail. You're all going right, I did. You forgot the important part of that telegram.

What's that? It was signed, Julie Lane. The damsel in distress. Well, you can't leave a poor helper's little female ring in her hands in the middle of the dismal swamp in South Carolina, can you?

Anyhow, not a pretty little one like Julie. How'd you know what she was like? You never heard of her before. Brother, when it comes to female women, I got second sight. I was as pretty a hunk of gals as ever.

I sat eyes on too. Black hair and blue eyes and skin like wild honey right out of the cone. And married, Skip. Don't forget that. No. I ain't forgetting to look on her face when she told us her husband was lost in a swamp.

Lost? Yes, that's the word she used. She said her husband had been lost in the dismal swamp for more than a month. It's all she told us until we were deep in the swamp. They reached Lake Drummond just after sunrise on a brilliant October morning.