Roy J. Snell

Panther Eye


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       Roy J. Snell

      Panther Eye

      Published by Good Press, 2019

       [email protected]

      EAN 4064066210397

       CHAPTER I

       A MYSTERIOUS DEATH

       CHAPTER II

       “FIFTEEN MEN ON THE DEAD MAN’S CHEST”

       CHAPTER III

       A FIGHT IN THE NIGHT

       CHAPTER IV

       CHUKCHE TREACHERY

       CHAPTER V

       THE BIG CAT

       CHAPTER VI

       IN THE GRIP OF TERROR

       CHAPTER VII

       THE MYSTERY OF MINE No. 1

       CHAPTER VIII

       THREE MEN DISAPPEAR

       CHAPTER IX

       STARTLING PERILS

       CHAPTER X

       PLAYING A LONE HAND

       CHAPTER XI

       DANGLING IN MID AIR

       CHAPTER XII

       THE RUSSIAN DAGGER

       CHAPTER XIII

       CIO-CIO-SAN

       CHAPTER XIV

       NEARING THE CITY OF GOLD

       CHAPTER XV

       TRAPPED

       CHAPTER XVI

       THE CITY OF GOLD

       CHAPTER XVII

       KIDNAPPED

       CHAPTER XVIII

       UNDER MACHINE-GUN FIRE

       CHAPTER XIX

       JOHNNY GOES INTO ACTION

       CHAPTER XX

       SOME MYSTERIES UNCOVERED

       Table of Contents

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      “He is dead!”

      Johnny Thompson felt the grip of the speaker’s hand on his arm and started involuntarily. How could this strange fellow know that Frank Langlois was dead—if he was dead? And was he? They were surrounded by inky blackness. It was the thick darkness of a subterranean cavern, a mine. This was a gold mine. Three minutes ago their electric torch had flickered out and they had been unable to make it flash again.

      “C’mon,” said the other man, “Pant,” as the laborers called him, “we don’t need that thing.”

      To his utter astonishment, Johnny had felt himself urged forward by this Pant with the easy, steady, forward march of one who is certain of every step. Twice they had turned to avoid mine-props. They had gone back into the mine perhaps a hundred feet. Now, with not a spark of light shining out of the gloom, they had paused and his companion had uttered those three words:

      “He is dead.”

      Was the man they had come to seek really dead? If he was, who had killed him? How did Pant know he was dead? Surely in that Egyptian midnight no man could see.

      As Johnny threw an involuntary glance to the spot where Pant’s face should be, he gasped. Had he caught a yellow glow from one eye of the man? He could not be sure about it, for at that instant the electric torch flashed on again as suddenly as it had gone out.

      Johnny’s eyes followed the yellow circle of light. Then with a low exclamation he sprang forward. There, not ten feet before them, lay the form of Frank Langlois. To all appearances he was dead. Again through Johnny’s mind there flashed the telegraphic questions: