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Updated: May 25, 2025
"No, that's an axiom," spoke up Rector. "An axiom?" reflected Chunky. "Oh, I know what that is. It is something that something else revolves around, isn't it? That's the sort of thing the world is supposed to revolve about. I know, for I read it in my geography." The boys groaned. The suspicion of a smile played about the corners of Professor Zepplin's mouth.
"Guess we drew a prize when we got Juan," announced Walter. "Give him some medicine, anyway," urged Ned. "He is sick let him take the dose." "Let him have the worst you've got in your case, Professor," added Tad, with a laugh. A grim smile played about the corners of Professor Zepplin's mouth as he ran his fingers over the bottles in his medicine case.
Kris Kringle's face wore an expansive grin as he discovered the cause of the interruption. But, Professor Zepplin's face reflected no such emotion. He was angry. He started to rise, when a second shadow fell across the table.
"There's a cliff there that drops down a clear hundred feet," answered Lige, impressively. A heavy silence fell over the little group. Professor Zepplin's face worked convulsively as he sought to control his emotions. "You you can't mean it, sir. You cannot mean that Walter has come to any real harm? "I don't know. I'm only telling you what to expect." "Then do something! Do something!
"Then lean over here and I'll tell you a secret that'll make you change your mind." The professor leaned closer. The man's hands, free from the wrists, were moving cautiously. All at once Professor Zepplin's revolver was snipped from its holster and a bullet tore through his clothes, taking some of the professor's skin with it.
Even. then I fear our eyes will be in danger. Do you see what you did?" One of Stacy's bullets had bored a hole through the crown of the professor's sombrero. The other had plowed a neat furrow through Professor Zepplin's grizzled whiskers, close to the chin. "Ho, ho, ho! Haw, haw, haw!" roared the fat boy with head thrown back as far as it would go without dislocating his neck.
The four boys, with Lige Thomas, were to make the trip, from which, in case they found the game running, they might not return in twenty-four hours. Tad had been thinking deeply. After a little while be rose and walked over to Professor Zepplin's tent. "May I come in?" he asked. "Certainly, walk right in, Tad. What is on your mind?"
Tad won Professor Zepplin's consent to his plan, and after Darwood had got the papers ready and the boys had gathered provisions together, Tad was off, riding one pony and leading another, that he might change from one to the other, thus avoiding tiring either. With lather standing out all over his mount, Tad pounded on, eyes and ears alight for Sandy Ketcham.
"Perhaps it is after twelve o'clock at night that was meant," suggested Tad. "Mules are asleep then, aren't they?" "Supposed to be, I guess." "Then that's it," answered the fat boy somewhat enigmatically. They failed to make any great distance that day. How far they had advanced they did not know. Shortly before sundown they called a halt at Professor Zepplin's suggestion.
This he dissolved in the aqua regia, formed by the combination of the two acids, and applied the usual chemical tests. As he did so, Professor Zepplin's eyes glowed with a strange light. He sprang up, peered cautiously from behind the tent flap, then settled himself once more to his experiments. Again he went through a similar process with the powder made from still another chunk of the ore.
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