In the Sunk Lands — page 110: what you’re looking at

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IN THE SUNK LANDS. 97 yellow, embroidered with something lke gold. A white sombrero hung above the mantle, which, from its clean appearance, I rightly judged belonged to her. | I saw all this—and nothing else—in one olance, thenmy observation was interrupted by a strong hand gripping my collar, and it shoved me quickly inside. ‘Don’t be skeered, youngster,” he erinned, ‘* She won't bite you.” “Oh, pap, isit you?” cried the feminine portion of the trio. ‘1 was afraid it was © some of them rowdies from Jimmerson’s, the way you threw open the door.”’ “You wasn’t skeered ?”’ asked ‘** pap,” solicitously. | “Why, pap! What could I be skeered for ?’ she returned, in astonishment. “Pap!” Could this human resemblance -at my side be the father of such a pretty girl ?- I felt like knocking him down on suspicion, but I quietly changed my mind when I recollected that he still held the ‘“‘ weepons.”” Pap did not know why she should be ‘“‘skeered,”’ and winked knowingly at me, as much as to say that it would take con- : ¢ EomIicbooks.c