Rocky Mountain Sam — page 176: what you’re looking at

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ROCKY MOUNTAIN SAM. 167 ‘‘Now’s the time for rescue! Pull the throttle-vaive, Sam!” cried the professor, and the next instant, and while the savages were still in the midst of their terror, the balloon burst through the cloudy canopy, and swept down among them. ‘*Booglebooby! Booglebooby!” They scattered on either side of that dread approach like dead leaves before the tempest. : “Here, Teddy, help the poor girl into the car; she has fainted,” said Rocky Mountain Sam, leaning over the side and severing the captive’s thongs with his hunting-knife. McGuire did not wait for a second bidding, and, raising the unconscious girl in his powerful arms had her inside the car in a moment, while the youth, her companion, bounded in of his own accord as lightly as a fawn. ‘“‘Chuck out the ballast!’ roared the professor, ‘‘they’re recovering from their surprise and are about to make an attack. Laying his burden on a heap of blankets and robes at the bottom of the car, Teddy began to heave out the sand-bags; but while they still clung to the ground under the burden of the added weight a dozen or more brawny hands seized the car, and several dusky and angry faces glowered over the side. ‘‘Hands off!” roared Sam, grasping a crowbar, and crack- ing three or four crowns, like dried pumpkin-rinds, at a single sweep; while the professor, drawing his small revolver, shot down a brave who worea moccasin snake knotted about his neck like a schoolboy’s comforter. “Out with the bags!” cried Sam, dropping his bar and knifing another Indian as he was just about to leap into the car. Teddy obeyed, and the air-ship began to surge upward. ‘Here, my lad, do you know how to use this?” said old Max, thrusting a spare ‘revolver into the hands of the boy. ‘You bet!” was the laconic reply, and the lad at once and coolly opened fire, bringing down his man, while Teddy, having disposed of plenty of the ballast, seized a hatchet and lopped off a pair of hands that grasped the car nearest to him. As the car struggled up a dozen or more feet above the earth, and the remaining Indians, one by one, relinquished their hold, Sam leaned over, and grapnel in hand, hooked (ele) comicbooks