Leather-Clad Tales of Adventure and Romance, No. 38 — page 46: what you’re looking at

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42 IN THE SUNK LANDS. pocket-book, strll keeping his gun pointed at us. Joe nudged me in the back. “Keep still about the money in the trunk,’” he whispered hoarsely, just loud enough for the gentleman with the gun to hear. There was no money there, I knew, but the ruse was successful. ‘(ot some more, have y’? ” he said, with a broad grin. ‘‘ Well, yank out your trunk an’ haul hit out. Don’t be long about hit, either !”’ " Of course Joe was reluctant, and needed considerable urging. He unlocked the top trunk. It did not make much difference which trunk he went into ; they were packed about the same. If the stranger could have seen the gleam in Joe’s eye he would have stopped him. ‘‘Hurry up,” he called. ‘I hain’t got much more time. Yank it out!” And Joe did yank it out. It was not money. It was a Winchester, and it went up to his shoulder like a flash. He had ex- perienced some trouble in getting the car- tridges and shoving a couple in. Eomicbooks (ee) m