Leather-Clad Tales of Adventure and Romance, No. 38 — page 192: what you’re looking at

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184 IN THE SUNK LANDS. defenseless youth, when I threw my rifle to my shoulder involuntarily as Sammy shouted : “Hi, there! Drap them clubs, or Ill put a bullet through you-uns quicker’n I would a mad dog!” They gave one startled glance in our direction, and the clubs fell to their sides. ‘* Mag, Mag! Mis’ Lacy !” they shrieked. ‘* Here’s some more 0’ ’em!”’ The struggle inside ceased, and four more women piled out of the door, with Bob and Treve after them. They ranged up beside the other two, while the three boys ran behind us. | There was no time to exchange greetings. ‘“ Yere, Cute! Yere, Cute!” called one of the women. A great blear-eyed hound scrambled out from under the house. “Sic him! Sic him!” they shouted. He came toward us with open mouth. There could be no mistaking his object, so | moved my rifle until it covered a spot between his eyes, and pulled the trigger. The sharp crack of the Winchester was almost drowned by a howl from the dog, Eomicbooks.co mn