Leather-Clad Tales of Adventure and Romance, No. 38 — page 243: what you’re looking at

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IN THE SUNK LANDS. 233 ‘Stand up !”’ he yelled. We stood up. ‘‘T sentence you-uns to ‘*But hold on,” interrupted Joe, ‘* We don’t know what we are to be tried for; but whatever it is we demand a fair trial.” +9 ‘Well, hain’t you-uns a-gettin’ hit?” growled the judge. ‘“No. Let the prosecuting attorney read the indictment.” Everybody looked at each other. The judge looked at the marshal, and the marshal looked at the judge. Things had taken an aspect they had not expected. ‘*'The—the which ?”’ asked the judge. ‘‘ The prosecuting attorney,’ ropled Joe, impatiently. “Oh!” said Smoky Bill, as though it had just occurred to him. ‘‘ He hain’t yere. He took his rifle an’ went squirrel huntin’!”’ “What!” ejaculated Joe. ‘Oh! I see. The State refuses to prosecute. That lets us out.” ‘“Not by a long shot hit don’t!” ejacu- lated the judge. ‘* But— ‘No buttin’ about yere; you mought Eomichbooksre