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COLD-BLOODED PLOTTING. When Nick Carter entered the building he found himself in a large, half-dark warehouse that had formerly held many tons of ice. A great quantity of moldy sawdust was scattered a
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COLD-BLOODED PLOTTING. When Nick Carter entered the building he found himself in a large, half-dark warehouse that had formerly held many tons of ice. A great quantity of moldy sawdust was scattered a
AN UNEXPECTED MEETING. At six o’clock Nash finished his supper, strapped a pair of powerful field glasses over his shou…
GETTING READY. Early the next morning, while Nash was still at breakfast, a man came running up with the information th…
THE OLD WOUND. Nash’s hesitation was but of a second’s duration. With an exclamation of wrath and disappointment he thr…
ROUNDED UP. “Chick!” shouted Nick Carter, in agony. “Where are you?” Again there was no answer. Nick Carter would have …
FROM ONE PERIL TO ANOTHER. “Go into that house again!” commanded Nick. “I want to look through it. And you’ll go with m…
CAUGHT ON THE FLY. The three toughs dragged Marcos across the floor and behind the screen so quickly that he was gone b…
AN OFFER OF LIBERTY. When Nick Carter and Patsy began to row toward the back of the warehouse, both were on the alert f…
A WATCHFUL ENEMY. “How have they got you?” asked Chick, after a short silence. “Could we not make a break to get out to…
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