Leather-Clad Tales of Adventure and Romance, No. 38 — page 267: what you’re looking at

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IN THE SUNK LANDS. 257 ‘* At any rate, we will not remain idle on any such hearsay.” And we did nothing that morning but pace off the distance every five minutes and examine tree stumps. We were beginning to think of dinner, when I waded out through the snow. The twentieth step would bring me right in the center of an immense stump. We poked around the bottom and scratched away the bark in a listless sort of way, for we were beginning to feel dis- appointed. I thrust my hand into a heap of crumbling bark in a little cavity between two roots, and struck something that felt smooth. With my heart trying to choke me, for fear it might be only a piece of bark, I drew forth—the wallet ! “T’ve gotit! [ve got it!” I shouted. And then, with the others crowding around, I sat down on a snow-covered stump and counted it, Patty’s eyes open- ing like saucers at the sight of so much money. ‘Ten dollars gone, or I made a mistake.”’ But subsequent counting on all sides 17 Eomicbooksic