In the Sunk Lands — page 67: what you’re looking at

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56 IN THE SUNK LANDS. the wagon. It let both sides know that the other was there and vigilant. That was the longest night I ever put in. Just before the gray dawn of morning, our friend failed to respond when anything was said ; but we concluded that ‘he had realized what a precarious position his would be in daylight, and was trying to draw us out for a shot. So we remained very quiet. With the gradually increasing lght I thought I detected something moving along the bank. Remembering instructions I put the first bullet over it and it stopped. ‘What are you shooting at?” called Bob, softly. } Before I could reply a voice, coming seem- ingly from the wagon, answered : ‘He’s practicin’ on a ground hog out there on the bank. Save your shot, sonny ; he hain’t no good.”’ ‘‘Where is 1t?” Bob asked, a moment later, coming up softly behind me. I half turned as he touched my shoulder. When I turned to point it out to him it was - gone, ‘“ Never mind,” he said. ‘‘ Maybe it was a ground hog. We'll have our man by the comicbooks