In the Sunk Lands — page 122: what you’re looking at

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IN THE SUNK LANDS. 109 although I had forgotten to wind it the night before, and pointed to eight o’clock. ‘* Hain’t that a hole up there ?” asked a voice from below. ‘“Reckon hit is.”’ ‘* Mebby he’s up there !”’ The sharp clicking as a number of ham- mers were drawn back sent the cold shiv- > ers down my back. Suppose they should fire a volley through the floor ! ‘I ‘lowed I heered somethin’ movin’ up there,’ said another voice. ‘‘ Who'll go upt. > Every one was silent. ‘Wait till he moves agin an’ I'll puta piece o’ lead through the floor so close that I reckon he’ll kim to time,” said a voice in a hoarse whisper, that I recognized as be- longing to Mr. Jimmerson. * Hello, down there!” I eried, tremu- lously. ‘* Don’t shoot !”’ “Thought that’d fetch him. Put your picture out over that hole there purty quick or fix to dodge bullets !”’ : It is needless to say that I was not slow in following instructions. A strange sight was presented. Gomicbooks (E(0)