Cadets to the Rescue, or, Faraday's Cordon of Death — page 36: what you’re looking at

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“TQ FATHOMLESS DEPTHS.”’ blankets unrolled. Out cainea hamuuer and a sniall paper package. Undoing this latter, the contents were revealed—a dozen or more heavy steel staples. | Bight of these he proceeded to drive into different p2rts of the box. 3 | Then he tied as many pieces of rope, and then in turn to their ends carefully secured the pigs of lead. His next move was a puzzler to Clif—he took one of the blankets over to the adjoining stall and rolled it full of hay. Bringing it back tothe box, he wrapped about this bundle the other blanket, and Clif could not help but compare its size and general appearance to a wadded-up human form. | : Clif’s guesses took anew turn instantly. What did this queer maneuver mean? | Before he could think it out fully, there was a noise as of some one approaching. The next instant four persons filled the doorway. Darchie led the group. Behind him came Chawn- cey De Lawncey, McFatrick and Kaioozeluim. Chawncey was haggard, his companions looked frightened, breathless, and they halted at a distance, and shivered as if thrilled, as the man on the box nodded ina grim, solenm way, completely at vari- ance with lis recent brisk animation of inanner. ‘Tell them !’?? suggested Darchie. ‘‘Come nearer,’’ directed Bell, sternly. ‘You three had your share in the business—don’t flunk at facing the cousequences, ”’ ‘Say!’ chattered Chawncey—'‘‘I’ve got nerves, you know!”? ‘‘No good around here. If you can’t curb thei, go back home and wait for the police.”’ “Oh! dear me—oh! dear me,’ gasped Chawncey, and he staggered back, and Clif thought he was go- ing to faint. | ‘No squeamisliness!’’ grated Bell, harshly. ‘‘It’s - ; » pee 24 4 gp re” XA. b | 4,4; ot t - ~—s : [rues otde ad ee a rng ; F > ined = - yah OF » Una De , ' ‘gw # a a Xe Se rer tad ~N < ie ee al 7} «a ¥. < oe os , a ‘ =>; Te .o ’ er ae wy ent OCS 37 > ee Sel tia vee ps ; ee thr ee TOP ig. eth J ee le a * fobs Son “idee wi ALS 42 “7? , 7, . a - “ Pe? een ae rae 4 ¢ ¥ ““comicbooks.com