Leather-Clad Tales of Adventure and Romance, No. 38 — page 248: what you’re looking at

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238 IN THE SUNK LANDS. Smoky Bill borrowed a pipe full of tobaeco and smoked it half up before replying. Then he said : ‘You're the doctor, Jim. Ef you say run-out hit’s run-out, an’ ef you say turn ‘em loose hit’s turn ’em loose. That's what I say.” And having delivered his opinion in this neutral manner, the gentleman with the obscure name plumed himself and gazed at the others as though his words were bound to be conclusive. They were. ‘He talks hke a l’arnt gentleman,” said the judge, ‘‘ an’ I don’t want to run ‘em out, An then there’s Ike Jimmerson—” and the judge paused and nodded suggestively at Sammy. ; ‘‘He’d have to kim down an’ paw dirt,” complained Bill. ‘“An’ Milt,” said the judge, who seemed glad that he could find obstructions. ‘* He’d have to cut up rough,” added Bill ‘cause he said hit had to be a run out.” ‘“Who said so,’”’ demanded Joe. ‘‘What is his surname ? Where can I see him?” ‘Right yere !”’ said a voice from behind. Gomicbooks (ee) mn