Leather-Clad Tales of Adventure and Romance, No. 38 — page 150: what you’re looking at

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144 IN THE SUNK LANDS. see that they don’t lug off what we got while were gone. Mebby some more hangin’ around. We won't let ‘em gita cinch on us like that feller did on Mau- melle Lake with y’ll.” We bit our lips and decided that Bob should remain. ‘Keep your eyes open,’ cautioned Sammy. ‘‘ There’s—hup—oh, hit’s the dogskem back. Didn’t think they’d go very fur ‘thout some one behind ’em. You bet- ter keep ’em fur there’s enough o’ the Swamp Angels to clean you out afore we could git back.” sammy took the torch and swung it around his head to make it blaze up, and then watching the ground closely he started toward the timber, while Bob ealled the dogs and retired to the cabin. We followed closely behind Sammy, eripping our rifles nervously. I half ex- pected a shot from any direction. ‘Hit wus aman,” said Sammy, pointing to a broad footprint in the moist earth. ‘* An’ there is blood,” he continued, point- ting to a line of dark spots on the dead leaves.* ‘‘I reckon he understands now Gomicbooks (ele) m