The Boy Aviators' Polar Dash - or Facing Death in the Antarctic by [psued.] Captain Wilbur Lawton
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they fell, while the flames leaped through the brushwood beneath them,
was clearly borne to them. They were marooned on a floating island, and the island was in flames. The dense smoke of the fire had by this time blotted out the sky and all they could see above them was a thick canopy of smoke. It rose in a huge pillar blotting out the sky and poisoning the air. "What are we to do?" gasped Billy. "I don't see what we can do," was Frank's reply, "our escape is cut off. We shall burn to death." Indeed it seemed as if the boys were doomed to death in the flames. With incredible rapidity the fire, undoubtedly started by their carelessness in not extinguishing their camp fire, came leaping and roaring through the forest. Suddenly out of the woods directly in front of them leaped a lithe spotted form, and without glancing to right or left, the creature shot into the sea. It swam quite a distance and then sank. "A jaguar," exclaimed Ben; "a good thing it was too scared to attack us." "Yes, I haven't got a cartridge left," said Frank, gazing ruefully at his empty revolver. "I don't think that would do us much good if you had; we might as well |
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