Penny Dreadfuls, 1887 · page 80 of 267
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Ap I. “ "4 # .* ‘| m - 8 rn BONNY JHAN. 73 ‘“Poor Philip!” he exclaimed, at length. ‘Poor, good- hearted, noble, upright Phil Randall! I would give some- thing to know his fate. If I could rescue him I would do it gladly; but I know nothing of his whereabouts. Until now I had believed him at his home in New Orleans.” Well, I can only keep my eyes open and do my level best. Perhaps I may unravel this mystery yet.” He hurried back to the cabin to the poor old heart-broken man, and they mounted their horses and rode away slowly, their hearts crushed by the awful, sudden blow which had fallen so unexpectedly. : Hardly had John left the spot where he had heard the strange voice and discovered the warning letter, when Bob arose from his hiding-place behind a huge oak, and slouched away. ‘*Reckon I'll keep an eye on you, my fine young fellow !” he muttered to himself. ‘‘ Like as not my one hundred will swell toa bigger pile. Bob’s heered the young chap’s secret ; and, dog gone me, if I ain’t just the cove to give it away !” He slunk into the rude stable, mounted his horse, and rode off into the woods. John and Mr. Lee had already taken their departure. Bob easily found their fresh trail, and struck into it. It was getting dark when at last he rode up within sight of the two, who were riding slowly abreast. Bob halted at a safe distance behind, and drawing a crape mask from his pocket, he tied it on quickly, effectually concealing his identity ; then he rode along briskly, and drew rein at John Averill’s side. ‘Good evening, gentlemen!” he began, in a disguised tone. _**T’d be obliged to you if you'll please to hand over any money |?” or other waluables you may happen to have on ye John whirled around suddenly on his horse, and confronted the robber. ‘Who are you?” he cried, in a clear, ringing voice. ‘‘I demand to know!” ‘A vigilante!” returned the robber, presenting a revolver; GComicboo =) <5) (e(@)