. St. Nicholas [serial]. lped Fredout and to a physician. How it missed gettingboth eyes, I dont see,he heard the doctor say,after his face and handshad been swathed in cot-ton and oil; he s justpeppered for fair, buthis eyes are all right. I shut em, of course,mumbled Fred, from hisbandages. I put bothhands over em; nodanger at all. Danger! scoffed avoice. Why, Doc, I wasforty foot away when hedone it, and I thought itwould burn me to deathbefore I could get was the grittiest thingI ever saw done. Yousee, Doc, every tent onthe grounds went, andthen when the grand-stand blew over, more
. St. Nicholas [serial]. lped Fredout and to a physician. How it missed gettingboth eyes, I dont see,he heard the doctor say,after his face and handshad been swathed in cot-ton and oil; he s justpeppered for fair, buthis eyes are all right. I shut em, of course,mumbled Fred, from hisbandages. I put bothhands over em; nodanger at all. Danger! scoffed avoice. Why, Doc, I wasforty foot away when hedone it, and I thought itwould burn me to deathbefore I could get was the grittiest thingI ever saw done. Yousee, Doc, every tent onthe grounds went, andthen when the grand-stand blew over, morethan five thousanda geyser of flame people had to go some-where many? gasped Fred, sitting thing, old boy, began the mind now! remonstrated the him alone now—no more excitement—outwith the lot of you! Fred mumbled that? The doctor bent to re not going to buy any of those relayswitches, said he, thickly; I would nt have oneif theyd give it to HE CAST THE IRON BAR UPON THE TWO WIRES. AND SMOKE GUSHED HIGH struck deeply into the ground where the workmenhad left it when they ran for shelter. He gazed atit a moment, then, clutching it with both hands,drew it out of the hole. He looked back at the crowd. Ten rods away,or less, a bank of people, solid from curb to curb,fled before the tempest. Setting his teeth, herushed upon the pile of debris and recklesslyclimbed over it to where two wires lay side by side. PHANTOM GOLD By KENNETH PAYSON KEMPTONSYNOPSIS OF THE PREVIOUS INSTALMENT Rick Hartley, native of Plymouth, England, and quartermaster aboard the Dale Line freighter Arrowdale, isleft behind when his ship sails for Liverpool. Penniless and friendless, he is considering how he can meet his situ-ation when he is suddenly apprehended by the watchman on the Dale docks, who takes him for a to these events, in the city office of the Dale Line, Mr. Bolles, the local manager, has dismis
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