Transcriber’s Notes:
The original spelling, hyphenation, and punctuation have been retained, with the exceptionof apparent typographical errors which have been corrected.
NICK CARTER
STORIES
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No. 135. NEW YORK, April 10, 1915. Price Five Cents.
Edited by CHICKERING CARTER.
A spear shot into the midst of the camp, and stuck,quivering, in the ground!
Patsy Garvan and Chick jumped to their feet, rifle inhand, and looked inquiringly at Nick Carter.
The detective had not moved. He was sitting with hisback against a rock, a cigar in his mouth, and silentlycontemplating the small fire that he had consented to havemade.
When the spear came sailing over the bluff, at thefoot of which was the little camp, he merely glancedat it, as if it were a rather curious visitor, but not one tocause untoward agitation.
There were other persons around the camp fire besidesNick Carter and his two assistants.
Jefferson Arnold, the millionaire shipowner of NewYork and Calcutta; Jai Singh, the high-caste Hindu, whohad proved himself so valuable an ally to Nick Carter,and Adil, also an East Indian, the body servant of JeffersonArnold’s son, Leslie, all were sitting there.
The men started up when the spear came sailing overthe rocks and buried its heavy metal head in the groundjust before them.
“That thing might have hit some of us,” cried JeffersonArnold. “Better look out! There may be others.”
“I hardly think so,” was Nick Carter’s calm response.“That is a message only, unless I am much mistaken.Don’t you see there is something tied around the woodenshaft just below the head. Looks l