In the Sunk Lands — page 99: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

86 IN THE SUNK LANDS. doubtful, for Bob at that moment turned the tide of the conversation by interrupt- ing : ‘‘ Mr. Jimmerson, while your friends are rehearsing their personal injuries, our man is getting farther away. We had better be starting, for its growing darker every moment. Have you decided on a plan of procedure ? ”’ He could not help adding the latter rather sarcastically, for they had consumed con- siderable time in listening to various methods proposed and tales of similar hap- penings in years gone by. ‘* Any which ?” asked Mr. Morris, scratch- ing his head. ‘‘“Where’s the dogs?” demanded Ike Jimmerson. ‘“Skeered up a cotton tail,” volunteered one of the men, loquaciously. | ‘“Oughter have them dorgs,” said Bull Morris, recovering his equanimity. ‘‘ Be so dark afore long we kaint see the trail.” Several of the men who owned dogs blew lustily on their hunting horns. Strange as it may seem, a well trained dog could dis- tinguish his master’s horn among all others, _ comicbooks.c