The Abandoned Country; or, Frank Reade, Jr., Exploring a New Continent.

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Frank and Randall placed Mains on the ice, at one side, and then drew Barney up. The Celt came up as lively as a cricket. “Sure it’s hard to spile a bad egg, or to kill an Oirishman,” he cried.
FRANK READE
WEEKLY MAGAZINE.
CONTAINING STORIES OF ADVENTURES ON LAND, SEA AND IN THE AIR.
Issued Weekly—By Subscription $2.50 per year. Application made for Second Class entry at the New York, N. Y., Post Office Entered according to Act of Congress in the year 1904, in the office of the Librarian of Congress, Washington, D. C., by Frank Tousey, 24 Union Square, New York.
By “NONAME.”
“So you think the earth has been thoroughly explored, and that there is no such thing as an undiscovered continent, do you?” asked Percy Randall, as he lit a cigar and seated himself comfortably in a chair in the office of Frank Reade, Jr., for a social chat.
The young inventor, who hardly needs an introduction to the reader, so well is he known the world over, turned from his desk and regarded his visitor with a quizzical smile.
“Still at that old theory, Randall?” he said. “I thought you had discarded it after that last expedition of yours.”
Randall, a bronzed, athletic man of thirty years, but with heaps of experience as a globe-trotter and explorer, winced, but replied lightly: