icon 0
icon TOP UP
rightIcon
icon Reading History
rightIcon
icon Log out
rightIcon
icon Get the APP
rightIcon

Panther Eye

Chapter 6 IN THE GRIP OF TERROR

Word Count: 1950    |    Released on: 06/12/2017

oney in the ro

ey in the r

e words over and over. That was all. If the other message had seemed void of meaning, this one appeared doubly so,

o attend to. Dangers confronted them. He did not fear the natives for the present.

alk about Russians means. I won't be in danger of being followed by natives, for I shall start long before sunrise. I'd send the boys with the airplane, but the sig

. Should I fail to return, and should conditions seem to warrant the abandoning of camp, send the plane out to look for me. If they fail to locate me, take no chances. Clear the ice with

nxiously. "I'll do just as you say

nds for a secon

horn of the phonograph as a muffler, Pant was playing that newly-found rec

is hands trembled as he sank back in his chair, limp with excitement. He allowed th

oney in the rock.'

ide of their cabin. He was hunting the invisible trail of the Reindeer Chukche who had come from the interior the

tches of tundra again, with, here and there, a narrow willow-lined stream twisting in and out between snow-banks. The st

on the further bank. He could not be sure of it. He pressed on, his dogs still trailing the reindeer sled. If they had come near the Russian camp, the trail would doubtless have made a direct turn to ri

as he was about to emerge from the river-bed, a dozen armed ru

ho

er side of that long row of willows. These shrubs had been caught by the frost when their leaves were yet green. The leaves had no

against their armies? And, in the second place, did not Johnny drive a splendid team of gray wolf-hounds, which would be of great service to them in their march to the coast? They did not understand how he came there. They asked him all manner of foolish q

them to the coast; then, unless the unforeseen happens, it's the ocean for our outfit, or perhaps worse than death. And if anything goes wrong, it's all

dogs, who had been turned into their snowy beds without their

s a pile of glowing embers left from a fire of willows. The ten men who marched beside him were not armed

guess. Malignant grins gave the faces of the men a look that made his blood run cold. He had seen such an expressi

red one of these, he was told to remove all his clothing and was then handed a large, coarse towel. At this, he heaved a sigh of relief and even chuck

elf as he twisted the towel about his hi

n a level with Johnny's waist, and backed out. A third man appeared with a bucket of water and a huge gourd. Taking a position directly in front of the door, this guard dipped a full gourd of water and poured it on the coals. Instantly a dense clou

Already the dense, white cloud was descending. Lower and lower it came. He crouched dow

nd under, he secured a hold. Then, with all his superb strength, he heaved away. Something snapped, but still the thing held firm. He heaved again. The to

m. Then, with his foot on the other's stomach, he sent him whirling into two other men, and, before they could recover from the

, could catch him. But he was clad only in a towel, and

rear, there came

d. They'll catch me. I can't escape them." He stared wild

nlight. It was Pant. Rapidly he scaled the snow-packed hillside. Arriving at last at the foot of the rocky cliff, he began a minute examination of those cliffs. Once he climbed to a dizzy height by clinging to the crags. It was a cat-like feat which

he murmured. "'Money

ith his quest, he turned

ng caught his eye. A black spot, the size of

glistening surface, turning a somersault to land on his feet and race ahead, he v

was a third message from the unknow

Claim Your Bonus at the APP

Open