Leather-Clad Tales of Adventure and Romance, No. 38 — page 252: what you’re looking at

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242 IN THE SUNK LANDS. prowlin’ round same’s usual. Is hit goin’ to be a run-out ?”’ ‘The court says no!” replied Mr. Lacy, doggedly. Mr. Simpson said something unpleasant concerning the court, which made Jim Lacy jump several inches. ‘‘ Ef I had my rifle——” he began. ‘“ Well?’ asked Simpson, beginning to finger the trigger of his gun nervously. “Td clean hit. Hit needs hit pow’ful bad, an’ I thought I'd do hit while you're holdin’ the door,” was the faint reply. ‘Hum. IT asked you once afore ef hit was goin’ to be a run-out.” ‘“T suppose you know, my vernacular friend,’ remarked Bob, before Jim Lacy could reply, ‘‘ that you can’t hold that door all day. The moment you start away there'll be a crowd of bullets chasing you.” ‘“T don’t know about that,’ returned Simpson, calmly. “Why don’t some of you cover him with a gun and take his away? He won't dare to shoot,” I said to Mr. J. Lacy. “Won't he? You don’t know him,” was the cheerful rejoinder, ‘‘ He’d jess’s Eomicbooks mn (ele)