Leather-Clad Tales of Adventure and Romance, No. 38 — page 19: what you’re looking at

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IN THE SUNK LANDS. 15 up ; but we don’t go more’n once in two monts. ‘ You-uns ll want somebody along to kinder keep you from gettin’ lost,” contin- ued Mr. Jimmerson, after several moments of silence, ‘‘an’ I reckon my boy Sammy’ about jump outen his hide at such a chance. He’s a mighty peart boy, Sammy is.” So, by mutual consent and without a word, Sammy Jimmerson was admitted in- to the company of the Ecstasy Quartette, pending our arrival at the Jimmerson man- sion. A quick step on the platform outside, and the high, raspy voice of Mr. Roberts giving directions about some hides, brought the conference to a close. I was again bending over a heavy column of neglected figures. Bob had disappeared through the wareroom. Mr..Jimmerson, noting the sudden change, brought his feet down off the stove with remarkable dexter- ity, and stood twisting his straggling beard nervously when Mr. Roberts came in. He was taken into the private office, and the rest of the day, when I was not busy with the books or thinking about the great GOmMmIicdoo ‘S (E(0) m