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Portrait of Luis Senarens Luis Senarens The Transient Lake; or, Frank Reade…

Words can hardly express the sensations of the captain.
He stared at the scene, and then a sharp ejaculation escaped him.
“By Neptune! it is Jerry Dooley!”
His gaze was fixed upon a man who stood in the edge of the camp talking with three others. He was a man of smooth face, shifting gaze and stealthy manner. His appearance was that of a sea-faring man.
In him Nicodemus recognized one of the crew of the wrecked ship, who had been a companion of his at the time that the lake came back, and as Nicodemus had always believed, had drowned the entire crew left at the mound of gold.
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Portrait of Luis Senarens Luis Senarens The Transient Lake; or, Frank Reade…

A storm in the Andes is a terrible affair. Darting among the great peaks it sweeps with cyclonic fury through the valleys, carrying destruction in its path until its force is spent.
Such was now swooping down upon the air-ship like a mighty bird of prey.
There was no time to get out of the way to make any change in course. Barney and Pomp sprang into the forward cabin, shutting the door behind them.
Frank and the captain leaped into the pilot-house.
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Portrait of Luis Senarens Luis Senarens The Transient Lake; or, Frank Reade…

Oh, I tell ye, Jerry Dooley is a hard man to beat!”
“You are a treacherous dog,” said Frank, angrily, “after making a truce, to treat us thus.”
“All is fair in war,” quoted the wretch. “You are lucky to have been spared your lives.”
“What do you expect to gain by this trick? We have none of the gold.”
“What have we not gained?” exclaimed the villain, exultantly. “Only think—the wonderful air-ship is ours, to become freebooters of the skies if we choose, and the inventor is our hostage.”
Frank smiled grimly.
“So you intend to make use of the air-ship?” he asked.
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