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On a Torn-Away World; Or, the Captives of the Great Earthquake

Chapter 8 PHINEAS ROEBACH, OIL HUNTER

Word Count: 1141    |    Released on: 01/12/2017

t no adventure promised to end more tragically than this flight of the huge airship. The desce

hey be?" gasped Mark. "The

'll show 'em!" excla

he kind, Andy," command

atter worse by yield

upon the ground; but the bullet w

rom them. Look out! we

be injured." The calmness of the aged scientist would have shamed the others into some semblance of order, were it needed; but both the boys were coura

ack were their surroundings that none of the party could distinguish anythin

flying machine jounced on its rubber-tired wheels,

nstantly, relieved of their weight, the flying machine was

were again fired behind them and they he

nter, meaning for the boy to keep cl

, remembering the professor's warning. "We don't kn

ot down without making

n

rged the cautious youth, feeling sure that Pro

he foothills of the mountain range-warned Mark and the hunter to keep still. In the partial light they s

spered Andy

thing of skins and were without hats. Yet Mark knew that the Indians of Alaska were much different from the savages

the tall hunter arose and stood listening for a further alar

e of huge trees. Somehow the Snowbird had fluttered away

happened to the

Andy Sudds. "If they begin to shoot we'll k

s shirt was open at the neck, he was bare-headed, and he had not stopped to pull on his boots when he arose from his bed. In his right hand he carried a battered

he hunter. "What you got to sel

r his huge body. "I am sure I'm glad to meet you. You must have just arrived," and he squint

ed the other. "That is what is the matter with my Aleuts, then. They never have s

ndians, call them off, please. There are three of our party somewhere

ually call them together with this horn," and he rais

ious as you can imagine. They are particularly shaky just now, for a number of queer things have happened lately in these parts. T

ed Andy Sudds, in his blunt way. "What are you

the fat man, simply. "A what?"

m here-as I have been in many lands-boring for petroleum. You understand that my mission is semi-

not particularly interested in the od

e begged. "Call off your India

elf, young sir," said Phineas Roebach, "my Aleuts co

horn mightily f

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