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THE COMING OF JAI SINGH. “Message for Mr. Carter!” The wireless operator of the steamship Marathon , in the linen clothes and pith helmet ordinarily worn by white people in the tropics, came along th…
UP INTO THE HILLS. “Sahib, I am here!” said Jai Singh, in English, in a deep, guttural tone. “I’m glad to see you, Jai Singh,” responded Nick Carter. “But I did not expect to find you so many miles f…
WHERE THE BABOO LOST OUT. “Say, Chick, what kind of a hang-out is this we’re in?” asked Patsy Garvan, as he surveyed his surroundings some hours after they had alighted from the train up in the hill …
A STRANGE CRY AT NIGHT. All night the boat moved up the yellow stream, the oarsmen working with the dogged industry of men who were laboring because they had to do it, and not from choice. Jai Singh …
THE SNAKE CHARMER. Through the heavy foliage they forced their way, and had gone several hundred yards before Nick Carter suddenly stopped. As he did so, the others banged into him, just as the horri…
A RUNNING SKIRMISH. “What’s that?” involuntarily exclaimed Nick, as he tried to make out the nature of the object. “Looks like a stale doughnut,” offered Patsy Garvan. “But the old guy who dropped it…
ADIL TELLS HIS STORY. It was a big leap in the darkness, especially for men half spent by a laborious run. But the three were all strung up, and they had more spring in them than might have been expe…
READY FOR INVASION. “Well, the thing to do is to push on,” decided Nick Carter briskly, as Jai Singh handed back the soapstone ear to him. “We’ll keep this pretty relic as a sort of cue for what we a…
OVER THE PRECIPICE. With the boat hidden in the reeds which grew along the river shore, and everybody carrying some of the baggage that Nick believed might be required, the party plunged into the foo…
THE LOST ONE FOUND. For the merest splinter of a second, Chick was in a confusion of mentality that took no note of anything. Then, before he could realize that he was plunging to a horrible death, t…
