Adventurers Club ep17 The Fire Dog

Once again we enter the portals of the World Adventurers Club and join its members in the spacious lounge where the quartet is entertaining them. The chairman is watching them closely, and as the song goes to a close, approaches one who has but recently come to civilization, since his face still bears the stain of tropical

suns. More poverty, black as a bit from Pawn the Faux. The Bertram, or Mr. Bertram.

You have spent many months in the Samoan Islands. Surely you have had an outstanding experience while down there. I think you should tell us your story. Yes, sir. Samoa has always intrigued me. Moonlit night, haunting music, dusky maiden, a veritable paradise honor.

Yes. There it is. All you think it is now, Mr. Jones, but not so very long ago, this particular island was under a reign of terror. Terror in the peaceful Samoan group? That is unusual.

What caused it? Well, you were out the curiosity of a hard-orient Bertram. Let's have the story. Well, I had always wanted a place in the islands and was astounded to learn that I could purchase a whole valley, rich in groves of bananas, bread, fruit, and coconuts, for practically nothing.

Nothing. How is it that the native was allowed such a piece of learning to get out of their hands? For this reason, after buying a property, I learned that the valley was taboo. Couldn't get a native on the place.

They whispered that it was haunted by a gigantic dog, a dog of fire that appeared at the full of each moon, hoping to catch some sumo and unawares and carry him to everlasting torture. It wasn't a pretty picture that Hawana, their chief, painted for me, but something had to be done to end their superstition.