The Face Behind the Mask Page #6

Did you see any trace of anything?

No, nothing. Just hills. And when

I got on top of one there was others, all alike.

Give me some water. Water, please.

We can't go on like this.

Just staying here, waiting for it...

There must be some way out.

If we start off in three different directions...

It's a little late for that idea now.

But maybe not too late.

There's a house somewhere in every direction.

And if only one of us reaches help.

And we'll leave him here, just the way he wanted it.

All right. Let's go.

There's my plane!

Can you make a landing?

I can just over those dunes.

Okay, set her down.

We'll have to crcle around.

- Right.

Jeff Jeffries. That's three of the gang.

They just kept going in a big crcle.

Now what?

Now I walk over and take a look at that plane.

That's the last of them.

All dead.

"I hope you'll find this, Mr. O'Hara.

I am Janos. Do you remember the fire

at the Excelsior Palace?

You were kind to me.

And I never forgot.

Those you find here were unkind.

And I did not forget them either.

Janos Szabo.

Here is the 5 dollars I owe you. "

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