Leather-Clad Tales of Adventure and Romance, No. 38 — page 242: what you’re looking at

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232 IN THE SUNK LANDS. ‘A prevaricator,” finished Bob. “T s’pose so,” admitted Sammy, cau- tiously. The door was chee and Smoky Bill stepped in. ‘As the—collerer, warn’t hit, Ji—— ‘* Marshal!” thundered a voice in the room. ‘“T knowed hit wuz about the same,” said Bill, desperately. ‘* You-uns will perambu- late into court !” | “The old man is on his dignity,” mur- mured Treve. ‘‘I wonder if he has got plush railings and electric lights ? ” We perambulated in. Mr. Jim Lacy was seated on a cracker box behind a pine table at the end of the room, his huge feet spread out underneath and his chin resting on his hands. The rest of the men were leaning against the walls, with the exception of a few who occupied stools. Five blocks of wood were reserved for our use. ‘‘ Hit won’t take long fur this case,” re- marked Judge Lacy, tickling his nose with a pencil, just as though he had afew thou- sand on the docket. 99 Ecomicbooks. Co mn