Leather-Clad Tales of Adventure and Romance, No. 38 — page 137: what you’re looking at

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IN THB SUNK LANDS. | My heart leaped high. It was an axe, dropped in the hurried rush. All this transpired in less than a minute. Bob gave an exultant cry and caught up atorch. Treve got the other one, and, with the flaming brands outstretched, they charged at the same moment that I pounced down on the axe. But the wildcat, instead of taking off, construed it as a help to his work, and, with a spiteful yowl, swung around and commenced to useits claws with terrible effect. There was not a second to be lost. I swung the axe around my head and ran forward. 3 There came cries of pain, and Joe tried to stagger to his feet. This made it doubly dangerous. Suppose I should strike Joe ! I swallowed pretty hard, and then, as they rolled toward me, I saw the cat was on top. | Once around my head, and then, driven by every ounce of strength I possessed, the axe descended, struck something hard, and ~ sank in like a knife into a water melon. There was a feeble wail, and the eat roll- EORNICLOOOKS4(E@)