Klondike Kit's Chum, or, A Hot Strike on Vulture Hill — page 20: what you’re looking at

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en ee ee ee ~~ 2 & Pe ee tr it ~ e + Feats tp i ae Ue yelled Courtenay, dashing to his chum’s side. ‘*This reminds me of old times!’ - ~~ CHAPTER V. THE CHUMS AND THE CHINKS—KIT’S RUSE—THE ACE OF CLUBS ONCE MORE. —_ In a twinkling the two friends found themselves at fisticuffs with a buncu of gibbering celestials. ; There were some brawny men among the coolies—big fellows who had shov- eled gravel and packed wood until their muscles had become like steel. But they had no sctence. a Kit and Phil played deftly on their _juge bodies and succeeded in keeping the surging rabble at bay. It was clearly evident, however, that force of numbers would tell in the end, aud as Kit struck out to left and right, his eyes swept about him in an attempt to locate a point for a bit of strategy. Two coolies, stutmed to insensibility, had dropped in front of the two youths, and tlie remainder of the attacking force withdrew a few steps to plan an attack ftom another quarter. ‘““Grab one of those Chinks, Phil yi panted Kit, ‘‘and drag him in! 1" “ ?here was no time for explanations, but Phil knew Kit of old, and was satis- fied that he was up to some characteristic ruse, | The coolies were hustled across the threshold, and Kit pushed what was left of the door back into place, propping it ip with a log of wood taken from a pile of fuel in one corner of the room. ' An ominous silence reigned without. ‘his canvas bloomers.” ¥ announcing the trick. | -. marked Phil. “The mischief will bia to fall ‘preity _» suddenly:if it hits us, Phil, An answered — Kit. ‘‘Strip,your coolie! ~ Put on that egg-shell hat of his, his blue ji oer and Nie: 7 fe - Phil laughed. peta He was working under high pressure, but he enjoyed tls little touch of excite- oN ment. The silence outside-was still unbroken | as the two friends finished their trans BS formation act aud were ready for a. ~dash 22 at liberty in their Chink disguise. =a In daylight their trick would have ee -: quickly discovered; but at ‘night: there was more than an even chance that reer would prove successful. Kit picked up his parkie and marmot ~~ skin undercoat and, just as Courtenay — pushed the prop away from the splintered ~~ door, vells were heard on thie roof, and 7 ball after ball of tow, soaked in o1l and o- ail Gem lighted, began dropping into the room. \\ ‘“Nhot an instant too soon,’’ muttered Kit. ‘‘Off we go, Phil!’ | They sprang out of the cabin and dashed with chattering cries through the ranks of amazed Chinamen. Not a hand was lifted to stop them. At first, the coolie strikers appeared to | think that their two companions had out- witted ‘‘Boss Henderson,’? whom they ’ ~ — 3 <? ys ‘4 é _ . se as wy i : hated with alla heathen’s ih ate they were inclined to applaud the act. But the actions. of their supposed ; friends’ amazed’ ‘thei, and | finally there caine a shout from the blazing cabin, ee ey tt ott: a he CALL YOUR FRIENDS ATTENTION TO OUR PREMIUMS-SEE PAGE e | * f “ 4! x , ASE Te ve 9 6.57 ‘Sy i ne el ae r ‘ ee eee . comicbooks.com * . .