Klondike Kit's Chum, or, A Hot Strike on Vulture Hill — page 26: what you’re looking at

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a4 knives to flash, aud Kit suddenly threw up his arms and staggered. ' Courtenay’s eyes were on him at the time, and he leaped to his side and caught him about the waist. ‘Holy smoke, Kit!’ gasped Phil: “vou’re not hit?’ ees ‘““Pinked, that’s all. Let loose of me 5 and use your guns. Stand near me, for Ive got aplan. Bare fists are-not enough, oe * : hier, ” 2 As Kit spoke he pulled his forty-four, steadied himself with his back against the wall and snuffed out the oil lamp. < on ae ness, he grabbed Phil and drew hiin back along the narrow passage he had noticed. ‘(Where are you going ?’’ asked Phil. ‘Anywhere to get out of that. We made a mistake by not using our shooters at the first send-off. There’s no use in being tender with cutthroats of their calibre.’’ { ‘Where does this lead to?”’ “Vou know as much about it as I do, old man. It goes somewhere, and that rocky chan just now, is too hot for you and me. | While they were groping their way along, listening to the oaths, curses and ' _yells of their pursuers, they ran into an . open space and tumbled down a short | stairway, hewed eit joes the quartz seam. Then came a sudden flash of light and a howl of triumph followed by a resound- ing ‘‘bang’’ as of a door Sie eg into place. The burst of light was at once obliter- ated, and the furious voices faded sudden- ly away into silence. ‘Hurt, Kit??? queried Phil, darkness. “Not by the fall, but that bullet youged me a little. Did you see who fired 1t2'? lay. pe OS ee ae ee - > - ~ e in the KLONDIKE KIT . us, but it strikes me that I’d rather be a — a x ES When the place was plunged in dark-* t trickling. ~ SHOW YOUR COLORS—SEE LAST PAGE. _grimly, teafing off a piece of his shirt ‘and ; 5; =@. : * “ “~~ “Cendersan. 25> es pet. Then I owe him. one.”? om, Seto ‘““What do you think has happened to si ¢ us, Kit??? aha J guess they™ think they’ ve trapped live man in atrapthana dead man outside | of one. Have you a inatch e”, ee or ‘“VYes—a matchsafe full.” Be mre “Tight one, Phil.’ : Phil’struck a light and discovered ‘that Kit was sitting up. He had unbuttoned his clothing and had bared his Hreast, - /f down which a thin streain of blood was Se ro ~Half an inch to the ight aud Her derson would heve bagged ine,’’ said Kit, inaking a bandage which he had Phil tie | around his body. ‘‘Grazed, that’s all,’’ #i he added. ‘‘Looks like it wasa spent ball hi and had scratched ine after bounding oft | the rocky wall of the chamber.”’ Tee ME He looked around and found that i | was in a room similar to the one above. Allowing his gaze to wander up the stairway, he saw that tig epeniig. above was closed. < : | “Were in 1 for it, el, Kit?” asked Phil. “Tooks«that way, my boy. You saw our friend, the professor, up stairs Cr te Ves and he was half shot.’ ~ ‘T noticea that; but did you see any- thing of his patent rocker ?”’ “Not a thing.”’ w et Kit mused for a few picinelta: ind a fy then he rolled up his parkie andlaid = down with it under his head. - * ie Although he did not care to admit it, my his. wound pained him, and he felt a fagged. — : . eh “Vou didn’t have time to finish your s story down there at the foot of the cliff,, Phil,’’ remarked Kit. ‘‘What did I leave out?’’. , ‘How Henderson came to get you.” | ; - “. , ‘ . — « “~~ a) Ge Ase r - wie. 3) $ a hae , “-* Sone! +) Wi 4 oo oo st * ba’ 1eY ~y é moo hooke com.