Leather-Clad Tales of Adventure and Romance, No. 38 — page 146: what you’re looking at

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140 IN THE SUNK LANDS. the fire listened to Sammy’s wonderful stories. 1 fancied, however, that it was not the relating of perilous escapes that caused Sammy to keep looking at the door, while he stopped every now and then to listen. But he said nothing concerning his actions, and thinking that perhaps it was his cus- tom to indulge in such movements while camping out, I refrained from asking. “We'll leave the dogs inside,” he said, just before we rolled up in our blankets to go to sleep, ‘‘an’ keep our rifles handy.” Then he loaded his carefully, made a circuit of the cabin, came back, rolled up, and went to sleep. I lay watching the fire quite awhile be- fore I dropped off. It seemed as though I had seareely closed my eyes before I was awakened by a terrible clatter. I rose to a sitting position. The dogs were barking like mad and trying to get out the door, while from Loafer’s stable came the thump and crash of the wood as he kicked out blindly. Sammy was already on his feet. Gomicbooks (ee) nN