Leather-Clad Tales of Adventure and Romance, No. 38 — page 195: what you’re looking at

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IN THE SUNK LANDS. 185 as he rolled over once or twice, kicked faintly, and lay dead. The women yelled and brandished their clubs, but the fear of the rifles pointed toward them kept them back. Doors were thrown open, and more women and a crowd of children crowded out and backed up the six. “We've got to git outen yere purty quick,” whispered Sammy hurriedly. ‘‘ Ef there’s any guns around yere, them wim- ming know howto use’em. Walk back- wards till we git to the timber, an’ then break !”’ Some boys of ten began to throw sticks and pieces of dried mud, and soon the. air was filled with flying missiles. Seeing we were retreating, they became bolder, and pressed us hard, yelling like savages. We reached the edge of the timber, and, turning, took to our heels. This left the women out of the fight. The boys we did not fear. We could hear them still shout- ing when a quarter of a mile away. “That was another close shave,” said Sammy. ‘* Now, we got to go kinder keer- ful, or we'll run agin the rest 0’’em. Never mind talkin’ till we git back to the cabin. 9 Conic ooolks (C(O)