Cadets to the Rescue, or, Faraday's Cordon of Death — page 35: what you’re looking at

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“TO FATHOMLESS DEPTHS.”? 97 _ that goes, Bell!’’? nodded Darchie, producing a cigarette, lighting it, and puffing. es */ Phen yotrgo.”? | ‘“It’s'a big break.’ ‘But it ruus like grease if we don’t slip a cog— coine, hustle!’ Inimediately Darclie started for the doorway, briskly clearing it, as if bound on a hurried jaunt. he man he had called ‘‘Bell’’ thrust his hands into his pockets and whistled softly to hitinself. Meantime he gazed reflectively and speculatively at the box, at the weiglits, at the blankets, at the ropes. “Guess that is-all right,’’ Clif heard him mutter, _ TP 1l get things fixed.’’ ~The cold chills ran up and down Clif’s spine. The inan picked up the lantern, holding in his other hand the folded handkerchief. “Coming for me!’ theorized Clif. Straight into the stall the fellow strode, set down the lantern, knelt by Clif’s side. — “Hello!’ he started, as the glare showed lis cap- tive with eyes wide open. “My manu——’’ began Clif. Shut up!? “Not till I tell you——”’ “Or Dll rap youl - Not got enough yet? Haven’t made us sufficient trouble as itis? There! Chatter —if you can!?’ Before Clif could utter another word the man had succeeded in the purpose he had come for. “Snuo aud tidy,’? chuckled the fellow, getting up and moving away. ‘‘Be thankful it isn’t worse.”’ Worse! Clif was frenzied at the outfit and the out- look. 4. 7 It was easy to read between the lines. Bound and gacged, Ire was to be next deposited in the box, | ready for a plunge to the deep bottom of the river! Zh Bell now righted the box. He jerked one of the