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with its unseen gas contents which would of
necessity act upon his eyes even as it already had
done in the case of his intended prey.

Across to the fireplace went Jack--he could
never tell just how he made that trip of a dozen
feet with his sight already growing dim and his
senses commencing to reel, but he knew that he
started to stamp out every atom of those greedy
flames, working like one possessed.

Then he clutched the reeling man by the arm
and dragged him across to the window and
bundled him out with as little ceremony as if he
had been a sack of oats.

Blinded himself by this time and hardly knowing
what he was doing, Jack managed to climb
through the opening and drop down on top of
the writhing figure on the ground.

Here Perk found them both as he came full
tilt around the corner, realizing something not
down on the bills as far as his knowledge went,
must have taken place.

"Jack--what's happened--are you bad hurt,
buddy?" Perk demanded excitedly as he bent
down over his chum.

"All right--only had to use the tear-gas
again--be better right off--don't let Kearns get
away on your life!"

ocr>   "Hot ziggetry! you jest bet I won't old boss!";
fix>   "Hot ziggetty! you jest bet I won't old hoss!"
whooped the delighted Perk as he squatted

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