Klondike Kit's Chum, or, A Hot Strike on Vulture Hill — page 8: what you’re looking at

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~ _ out’? gold. -KLONDIKE. KIT WEEKLY. The door opened, and a tall, lanky in- , dividual stepped into the room. pe! He was dressed from head to heels in moosehide, had long, coarse black hair hanging down over his’ shoulders, a peinted chin beard, bushy eyebrows, and wore dark colored goggles. — In a belt about his waist was thrust a knife and a revolver, and on his shoulder he carried what, miners call a ‘‘cradle,”’ which is a primitive, box-like machine “rocking set on rockers and used for Taking the cradle from his shoulder, the newcomer set it on thie floor. ‘A stranger, who is aweary, seeks rest and refreshment,’’ he drawled. ‘Put on another plate, Nell,’’ said Kit, eiving the man a sharp’ glance. ‘*Draw up, pilgriin. What do you call yourself ?”’ ‘‘T am known as Professor Bumm, the psychological expert’? “~ ‘“Are you a mind reader, perfesser tite asked Bill. - ean? ‘Then Dutchy, there, and let us know if there ” : — train your eagle optics on is anything in his mind to read.” “Tam not giving exhibitions now,” replied the professor, modestly. » ‘I am the inventor of a patent cradle for wash. ing out gold, and am trying to introduce it on the Klondike.”? They all glanced at the cradie, and then resumed eating. Kit, could keep one eye on the cradle as he however, was seated where he ate, and he was astonished, moments, to observe ‘the contrivance be- 5.210 slightly ane from side to side. ‘ J, : P + . ’ < « ~ 2 - ~ : . - * ‘ eo ,* t, + . Ck _+ *. 4, ) YC ) WAI $2: re ; ne 4v = . Shad F . ; »~™ : vs ~ uti, ’ . ao a ope » : + . - re, an- 4 (a. a by * = 2 OV ke d PP * vane J sy . Y ‘ ee is . Sy 4% °° na * ~ we ose fe Bex eg: - oy } is > Pig hs This was a peculiar thing, snd’ Kips becaine sharper | as he | en sharp glance watched the professor, ; “Why don’t you remove those . goggles professor ?’’ asked Kit, anxious for a look at the man’s eyes. ore “Impossible, my friend,” was the Te< ply; ‘‘my sight is too sensitive to the “light.” The cradle continued to rock, now fas-_ ter, now slower. Observing how intently Kit was watch- ing his invention, the professor turned around. x Pbtaatly he got up, evincing consider- able agitation, seized the cradie and lifted it to his shoulder. ‘‘What’s the matter?’’? demanded Kit. ‘You haven’t eaten a dozen mouthfuls. ”’ hurried an- ‘“Nevertheless,’’? was the swer, ‘I have had enough. Many thanks MS | for your entertainment.” | es The professor bolted through the Seer like a shot and was gone, ‘By shinks!’’ exclaimed Karl. “Dot fills me mit drubble!”’ ‘“What fills you with trouble ?”’ ‘You saw dot refolver und dot knife vhat he had in his pelts hey ??? us Wega eo Vell, pelong mit Courtenay.’’ so hellup me gracious, dose _— al This confirmed Kit’s suspicions that something was wrong with the professor. «Bill, said Kjt, ‘you and Karl follow ise that man while I’m getting ready to start _ for Vulture Hill. Bring him back, and, in a few’ mind! don’t forget to bring that cradle, 6005-5 eas you ee Dutch! 1 cried Bill, i, startin * ha. x <7» « = > } A ¥ * - ~~ . . - . . + 3 Ar ,* ~~ 4 » - J me! . fi “ 2 . - pif _f * we ~ “Qe m aa! J a PP a - > 4 c = a a ¥ “a »* m ‘ a ~~ a es Py 46 . PS ‘ my + . . > a t 2 ‘ bi : : * « tT. .'s . tg ‘ , me * 2 3 ars a ‘ - ** a P of a - “ 7