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TRONADOR LIGHT “Wild life is plainly what I was made for,” said Lang. “See how I’ve thrived on it. A great adventurer’ll be lost in me when I go back to surgery in Boston. I’ve had maltreatment enough
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TRONADOR LIGHT “Wild life is plainly what I was made for,” said Lang. “See how I’ve thrived on it. A great adventurer’ll be lost in me when I go back to surgery in Boston. I’ve had maltreatment enough
THE KNIFE They bore the patient as gently as possible to the camp, and placed him in the bark shelter, close by the war…
IN HIS OWN NET The Chita was moored a little way down the beach of the bay, with her dinghy attached to shore and rail…
RESURRECTION He felt the ground warm under him, the divine warmth of the fire, and he let himself fall at full length a…
CAMP OF THE DEAD The sight was like a part of his own nightmares, and mingled with them. He stared at the face, dark an…
THE GLACIER’S HEART Probably the loose snow saved him from broken bones, but, in spite of its softness, the breath was …
IMPRISONED IN SNOW It was the place—he could not possibly doubt it. Was he the first to reach it? Struck with anxiety, …
AN UNEXPECTED VISION By degrees the rain slackened down to a fine Scotch mist. Heavy fog veiled the mountains, and the …
THE CASTAWAY Knocked down, recovering himself, scrambling and stumbling, Lang made footing, got into waist-deep water, …
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