Leather-Clad Tales of Adventure and Romance, No. 38 — page 116: what you’re looking at

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110 IN THE SUNK LANDS. Standing in halfa circle, with their guns pointed at the hole, was an assembly of men, led by Mr. Jimmerson and backed up by the three members of the X. T. C. Quar- tette. ‘“ Why, it’s Steve!’ came up in a regu- lar chorus. | ‘‘ Of course it’s me,” [replied, calmly, now that there was no danger of being shot by mistake. ‘* Who’d you think it was ?” “We ‘lowed mebby hit wuz Simpson,” replied Mr. Jimmerson. ‘‘ Sling up the end 0’ that rope, Jim.” Jim, who was a fair sample of the rest in appearance, and who was standing on a rope, promptly separated half of the coils and sent them whirling up through the hole, ‘* Put hit over the rafter an’ send the end down, so we kin haul hit back, an’ shde down yere.”’ I did as directed. The next moment I was shaking hands with Bob, Treve, Joe and Mr. Jimmerson all at the same time. The rope was drawn down and then Mr. Jimmerson said : ‘“T don’t see how Simpson kim to leave Eomichbooks.¢co mn