althorn

As for Althorn, his eyes were those of a crazed man.

Shaking his head, Althorn told two men to move the machine to a new position, some twenty yards away.

With that thought in mind, Harry went over to humor Althorn.

As Harry arrived, Althorn looked up, his face wearing a happy smile.

Althorn said he would be very little trouble.

"For ten years I worked on this machine," groaned Althorn.

They made for the thicket, but they couldn't find Althorn.

Bob delegated two men to stay with Althorn and help him bring the detector machine down the hill when he was ready.

If you run into tough spots, call Althorn and let him work the gold-finder."

He deserved that dose from the shotgun, Althorn, and you just happened to be the man who gave it."

Without realizing it, Bob had struck upon the best way to handle Althorn.

Thrusting a hand in his pocket, Althorn brought out a batch of letters which he always carried with him.

Opening the box, Althorn pulled out broken parts.

There Althorn insisted upon using his partially repaired detector to test the ore.

You can work the gold-finder, Althorn, and see if you get more indications.

"But since it's the machine that sent Althorn off his nut, we may have a hard time snapping him out of it.

As Althorn joined the group, Harry came alongside of Bob.

Althorn followed after Bob and Harry, who were heading toward the swampland.

Althorn made the same mistake and bluffed us with the gold-finder."

Only Althorn remained at the machine, his fingers pressing the buttons in rapt fashion.

Then, with a dramatic gesture, Claude Althorn drew himself away from the controls.

Bob, Harry and the rest were diving away from the camp lights, dragging Althorn with them.

Althorn came erect in his odd, unfolding style.

That little detail still is necessary, Althorn.

They found Althorn at the bottom, winded, but unhurt, resting deep in sand.