Leather-Clad Tales of Adventure and Romance, No. 38 — page 44: what you’re looking at

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40 IN THE SUNK LANDS. CHAPTER IV. THE TABLES TURNED. My heart seemed to rise into my throat and. choke me, then sank to the region of my heels. And the fourteen hundred dol- lars in my inside pocket! I thought I would — wilt. ‘Kim, hurry up,” said the highwayman, — as we began to gather our small change. ‘Don’t think I don’t know how much y’all got. Didn’t foller you-uns all the way from Jonesboro fur nothin.”” That feller on the front seat better hand out that pile o’money, stead o’ fishin’ fur his nickels an’ dimes!” I suppose I jumped about six inches at that. ‘“Come and get it,’ said Bob. ‘Not much I don’t !”’ he exclaimed with a coarse laugh. ‘‘ Y’all kin dump it out on the ground. I’ve been in this yere business ~ afore, my friend, an’ don’t let no feller git EO