Leather-Clad Tales of Adventure and Romance, No. 38 — page 11: what you’re looking at

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IN THE SUNK LANDS. 7 ‘‘ Here, hold on! One thing at a time. ve told Joe and Treve, and they’re wild over it. As to where we'll go, I haven't decided. Somewhere where there’s big game—no more snipe shooting for me ; got to give those Winchester rifles and our dogs an airing. Now, Steve,if you know of any place, I, Robert Cross, president and gen- eral manager of the Ecstasy Quartette, will be delighted to receive any suggestion 4 ‘Why, of course I do!” I interrupted, a bright idea striking me. ‘‘ The very thing. Jimmerson will be here this morn- ‘* Here |! What’s the matter ?”’ cried Bob in alarm, as I waltzed around the small office, knocking over three stools and the coal bucket. ‘‘ Whois Jimmerson ? ” “Why, don’t you know Jimmerson ? ” ‘Never having seen him, can’t say that I have met him,” was the prudent reply. ‘‘Neither have I,’ I admitted. ‘‘ He's our agent in the sunk lands fi ‘“Where’s the sunk lands ? ” “Great Scott! Can’t you give me a chance? These. sunk lands are in the- southeastern part of Missouri and the EOmichdoo “S €o