THE FIRE GOD
By Evelyn Chase.
"That's pretty slick," spoke bluff,
blunt Adam Reeves-in a tone of ad
miration. "What do you call them,
"Good name. It fits. Give me a
"What in the world are you going
to do with them, Mr. Reeves?" in-
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quired the companion of the old pros
pector, Ronald Bond.
It was at a seaport town in Aus
tralia, way over on the other side of
the world. A street fair was in pro
gress. On their way to the interior
Reeves and his young friend Ronald I
had strolled from their hotel to take
in thes ights. A species of March' Gras
festivities signaled the occasion. Be
sides confetti there were minor
fireworks, and one street fakir was
coining money selling those pretty
popular "sparklers," which ignited at
one end and cascaded out a harmless
shower of brilliantly scintillating
Reeves had never seem them be
fore, and the display pleased him. He
purchased two boxes of the toy, slim,
narrow and easily pocketed, and then
they wandered on.
"I'll carry them along with our
traps," he laughed. "Just about the
Fourth of July we'll be out in the
wilderness a thousand miles from
civilization, and if we get homesick,
we'll have a little patriotic spurt and
fire them off, see?"
Then Reeves slipped the two little
boxes into an inside pocket of the
coat he wore, and forgot all about
them as some new display of interest
attracted his attention.
Reeves was bent on a peculiar mis
sion. He was a skilled mining en
gineer and had been engaged by En
glish promoters to invade the center
of a district hitherto very slightly ex
plored. There were rumors of great
metal wealth in a certain chain of
hills, and he was to secure ore speci
mens, make an analysis and report
to his superiors.
"You're courting my daughter
Grace," he told Ronald in his blunt,
friendly way, back home in New Jer
sey. "You know a good deal about
my line of business. Come along with
me and learn something more about
it, and share a good fat fee."
This was how the harmonious two
came to be together. The next day
they resumed their journey.
A hired guide piloted them by a d&r
tour around the "bad lands" most
thickly infested by equally bad na
tives. They met with no adventure
of note during their initial rugged ex
perience. When they reached their
destination, however, the guide was
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