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"But there must be some way out, boys." "Light is the first requisite," agreed Jack, more cheerfully. "Got any matches, Andy?" "Plenty of 'em in a corked flask. I don't ever travel without matches, son," returned the old hunter. "But matches won't show us the way to Roebach's camp," complained Mark. "Don't croak, old boy," advised Jack.
As the darkness retreated across the valley, the derrick and the shanties belonging to Phineas Roebach's outfit appeared. Suddenly several gunshots rang out in succession, and the sounds startled the boys and Andy. Wild cries likewise arose from the valley. The commotion was at the camp. "The professor is in danger!" cried Andy Sudds, and began to run.
They will listen better to reason after they taste some of our lead." His final words were lost in the explosion of the guns. All but the professor fired. He had no weapon. Several Indians fell, wounded in the legs, for all had taken Roebach's advice and fired low. With shrieks of rage and pain the Aleuts fell back, and found shelter for themselves behind trees and rocks.
It was beyond Phineas Roebach's powers of imagination. As for Washington White, he could not understand the affair anyway. But he always accepted the professor's words as Bible truth and he had no doubt of the surprising fact. "We was bound ter git inter trouble, Buttsy an' me, w'en we agreed ter start on any sech foolish journey.
"This is no place for any of us. As soon as the ice freezes up after the sun sets we must travel as fast as we can after the wolves." "And I wish we could travel as fast as they can," muttered Andy Sudds. "I wish we had Mr. Roebach's dogs and sleds," said Mark. "All right. As long as you're wishing, though, why not wish for the right thing?" demanded Jack.
"I believe they are quite ignorant of who you are," returned Jack, with gravity. "But some ob 'em done seed me ober dar at Massa Roebach's camp. Yas, sah! I reckernize one o' dem Injuns de short feller behin' dat tree close up yere. Gollyation! he jest fired dat shot dat come purt nigh hittin' Buttsy." "He's trying to kill that Shanghai, Wash," said Jack, wickedly. "That's what he's trying to do."
Then, with several rods to be straightened and the light framework of the broken plane, that must be put in the fire for a bit, the party started down the mountain to Phineas Roebach's camp. The four had left the plateau where the Snowbird lay and were just descending into the forest, carrying two storage battery lamps with which the easier to find their way.
We can't find the flying machine, nor get back to Roebach's camp, without light. Why, it can't be more than mid-afternoon, yet it's as dark as a stack of black cats in a coal-chute." "And that's where I feel as though I'd been," declared Mark. "Where?" "Fighting the cats in the coal-hole. Ouch! I'm lame and sore all over." "We're sure up against it," repeated Andy.
I do not think we need apprehend any further seismic disturbance. Such gaseous trouble as there is in the heart of this island will find escape if I do not mistake through Mr. Roebach's oil well." "Then what is troubling you, sir?" queried the boys in chorus. "The knowledge I possess of the nature of glaciers leads me to fear this peril," replied the aged scientist.
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