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Chapter 2 "FIFTEEN MEN ON THE DEAD MAN'S CHEST"

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nds of other days, David Tower and Jarvis, one-time skipper and engineer of the submarine in that

private expedition to go north in search of the fabled City of Gold, the gleam of whose domes they had glimpsed, was not to be thought of. When, therefore, they had discovered that men were being signed for a

But ever and again, as he straightened up to ea

y of Gold. I 'ates to think how rich we'll be. We'll buy reindeer or dogs from the bloody, bloom

ways smiled

w with all of life before him, had been "bumped off." It was their duty to determine, if pos

de the quiet form while the young

ip, drip, drip of water from the warm spring and the almost inaudible t

tor straightene

body," he announced, "

ase?" sugge

re hard on bad hearts. Langlois was exceptionally well equipped in this matter. Indeed, he told me that he had climbed Moun

suggeste

e of that, one must make a post-mortem examinati

forbidding interior of the mine toward the

ock. Again, it seemed to him that he caught the gleam of a round, yellow ball of light, such as one sees when looking toward a cat in the dar

that it was less distinct here than it had been further back in the mine. But of this he could not be sure. It might easily be that

e next day in the grave that had been picked and blasted out of the

on the other side, lay the equally unmeasured expanse of snow-whitened land. Far in the distance stretched the endless chain of mountains, which to-day seemed to smoke with the snow blown a quarter mile above their summits. In the

wned. He had thought that all his men stood with uncovered heads. One did not. The man who had b

lips. "Pshaw!" he whispered to himself, "there's troubl

d been brought up in the Church of England, read a

shes and du

rth on the rude box coffin to

away, leaving only two

t a great need to think. There was to be no

against the white background. Short, but square-shouldered and

a leader among his fellows. Johnny was a good example to others, but no prude. He had played a fast quarter on the football team, and had won for himself early renown and many medals

e output of these mines went to the homeless starving ones of the most hopelessly wrecked nation on the face of the earth. And though for the most part they were rough men,

ainst them. To the southwest were the radical Bolsheviki, who, obtaining knowledge of these rich deposits of gold, might start a land force across country to secure this much needed medium of exchange. T

freely and gladly joined the expedition. His heart swelled w

er Chukches or Russians. Could it be charged to some treacherous member of their own group? Johnny hated

died. Ah, well, there were six other mines, some of them probably as rich. They could be worked. But was this peril to follow them into these? Was his who

At first he thought it a raven. But at last, with a little circle,

sly. As he came close, his l

graphic

l, then to the right and lef

rom the sky,"

phonograph in their outfit. This was doubtless o

t once that it was not one of their own, for it was a

away by some native. Take it down and

an making his w

re assembled around the long table and were he

d brought home a new record for the phonograp

ed Dave Tower, all interest at

Johnny, "but I be

hly but comfortably furnished with homemade easy chairs, benche

ny, after winding the machine, carefully placed the disk in position, adj

tle and thump as the needle

eyes strained, when from the woody th

on the dead

and a bott

and the da

is better

ne appeared to

e faces of the men. Bu

on the dead

and a bott

and the da

is better

ed over Johnny's face. The same song was repea

ere was something uncanny about this record which had drifted in from nowhere with its son

make of it?" John

ges from 'is departed ones through the medium of a slate. 'Oo's to say spirits can't tal

g. In a land such as this, eve

ves," suggested Dave Tower. "They'd take it for something to eat, but, when they tried boiling it an

he's a sailor, you'll have to a

that this was sent as a warning not from the spirit world, but from some living person. Who that pers

make out of th

in his deer-skin b

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