DRAWINGS BY H. FISK.PAGE["None of that, Mr. Ike Chubbers!" repeated Harry, stoutly forcing the muzzle upward ](frontis)["Terry flew to the cart ... flew back again with the precious fluid" ]65["The giant sat down with an explosive grunt, and Harry stood over, scarcely panting, revolver dangling in hand" ]167["You dare to lay hand on this or interfere in any way and I'll show you what a Californy Forty-niner knows about protecting property" ]245