CHAPTER XXI--BACK AT THE "EXPLORERS

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ILLUSTRATIONS IN COLOUR

BY GEORGE SOPER

"Max leaned forward to examine the face of the rock; and as he did so, he was seized suddenly from behind" . . . _Frontispiece_

"Crouch’s fist rang out upon his chin like a pistol-shot, and he went over backwards into the mud"

"The Great Dane sprang straight at the throat of the young Englishman"

"The lash of the whip rose and fell, until Cæsar shrieked for mercy"

THE FIRE-GODS