Leather-Clad Tales of Adventure and Romance, No. 38 — page 233: what you’re looking at

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IN THE SUNK LANDS. 220 struggle, for the snow is all stirred up !~ I ran to the spot, and there, sure enough, lay Sammy’s rifle. A number of footprints led off to the left. We walked to the bayou, and saw that the dugout was tied to a root, the knot look- ing as though it had been made hastily. Then Bob said : ‘‘ Jim Lacy must be decidedly anxious for our company, coming away up here after us. Perhaps you and I won’t be so fortu- nate as you and Sammy were, and may get caught.” ‘Well, let’s put his rifle in the cabin, and start. I’m anxious to get them out of their hands. What did they seem inclined to do when you were captured and tied up down there ?”’ “Give us food and club us for eating it,” replied Bob, dryly. We put Sammy’s rifle in the cabin. On the south side, where the wolves had not obliterated them, we found the tracks ofa score of men, among which the prints of Loafer’s hoofs appeared. Farther on, the tracks leading from Sammy’s rifle united with the larger ones. EoOmMmicdvooksie