Klondike Kit's Chum, or, A Hot Strike on Vulture Hill — page 7: what you’re looking at

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‘= i. =~, P .. Jat . PS , - ae cart “y s a oy Cae =e x Races Tee ae : i hak os - : Tae pestis ae 30 aes wae ve ; tha ee ri 9 > ag . ee - .* . i ee »% ye te | an -_ ” an oo * Dear Kt -—I need some one with erve to help me out in a hard deal. Will you come and lend me a hand? Iam at - Vulture Hill. The Dutchman is a little dense, but he’s all right, and will bring. _you to me, straight as a die. | ‘Your old chum, Courtenay.”’ \ a - CHA PTER II. — ~ i alerts BUMM—THE PATENT CRADLE —THE DEVIL’S DOINGS. “Phil Courtenay !’’ muttered Kit. “T thought the Klondike would fétch him.?”~ ~ Wil you go, Kit?’ asked Nell. “This Nell.’’ “But how about the clean-up at No. 6 , . z . = « ‘ im) Ls J \ . 4 'e = s L ee . « ' : > ‘ is an appeal I can’t resist, ahs - va »} nA ~ ij , ; pal =F } ; he i 4 4 ~ Se ee 39 _ ” ~ <a’, ty: te aud the Discovery ?”’ ‘“What have you done, Bill?” queried Kit. | “Just gutting up the sluice boxes,’ “Tt will be two or three days before that work can be accomplished, went~ on Kit, ‘and I’ll be back before it’s time _ to begin washing the gravel.’’ 5 ‘‘Ain’t you going to take a little rest ?”’ chimed in Bill. ~~ gin’s what you and Nell did at ‘the Black Hole,’ and what a slick dodge you played ~ on the Huns in stealing Sketozi right out from under their eyes. It seems as though you ought to recuperate after that job.’’* Kit laughed. ; ‘“T’ve recuperated all the way back from Tananah River, and I'm ready to a t - Ss aap BPs pet 7 f ’ ; ? = 4. AW# ot . - “2 * .r : . ve pic * , : dina he ‘It’s all over the dig- *The story of ‘Klondike Kit’s, Nugget™ are 's ~ and Siwash Sam’s extraordinary experience among._ the convict Huns, was told in No. 7 of this’ Weekly, entitled, ‘‘Klondike Kit at. the Black ~ Hole; or, The Convict Huns of Tananah, eae al ERERO THE GREAT P PREMIUM | OFFER. ON | LAST PAGE n “Where did that raft come from, shanty on KLONDIKE “KIT” WEEKLY. put up the gamest kind of a fight if e call help Courtenay.’’ ‘“‘Dot gifs me der greatest of bebbi: ness,’’? remarked Karl, removing his flat _ derby and bowing. ~ ‘Don’t it,’’? smiled Kit. Karl ?’’ ‘*T float mit him downder rifer.’’ ‘“Where did you pick up the bear?”’ ‘You dink it oudt. It vas doo heaty All I know, he vasn’t dere, und inention forme. den he vas dere, und dot’s all.’’ ‘“You and your darned old bear got me into a peck of trouble, Dutch,’’ put in Bulle +35 : ‘*Pottleneck Pill, you don’t vas— — “Not Pill, you pretzel-faced frankfur- ter!’’ snapped the irate William. : “Bie Can’t you say Bell?” “T say what I say,’’ retorted Karl schnapps, ° ‘you bed my life on dot. I vas a Hghtyn’ Dutchinan, und you vill find oudt Scie ‘age I been full mit ginger. a | : : “Ginger ti sai hey?’’ snorted Bill. “Wait till I get my sleeves rolled up, and I'll make you think a cyclone struck om »? ee Germany ! 9 ~ ‘Stop quarreling, you fellows, ” coin- manded Kit. “We'll the Discovery, have a'good feed, and*then think over the work in hand. Come on.” Half. an hour’s rapid walking brought them to Kit’s banner claiin, and Nell was— not long in getting up a meal to which they all did full justice. While they were eating a knock fell on the door, - ae ; “Come i in!?? cried Kit. make for the — a oks.com oy: ~ 4 & e. R* - 4 _ . WT 2; ba Ry ~ : psc . . { ‘ P 7 Pree 4 . . ak os . a, ‘ v. As ~ . . . . ® ° ~* . 7 7, 2 e , , 7 . / cho. hd : ve Big ~ 4 ae? ort 1 ae . Teer s aS ae ee is eet) et. aie tht « ee