Leather-Clad Tales of Adventure and Romance, No. 38 — page 51: what you’re looking at

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IN THE SUNK LANDS. AT ‘Sure you’re going in the right direc- tion ?’’ asked Joe, as Bob plunged fearlessly through a tangle of vines and creepers. “Tt ought to be right ahead,’’ was the reply. ‘‘Isn’t that the tree ?”’ We halted around a large, shellbark hickory. A faint parting in the shrubbery leading toward the lake told where the stranger had plunged through. ‘“1 don’t see any blood,” said Bob, after a careful examination of the leaves and grass on the ground. ‘* But here is where he stood,” exclaimed Treve, pointing to two large footprints in the damp soil at the foot of the tree. ‘‘ And here is where one of the bullets struck,”’ laying his finger on a place where the bark had been plowed off in a deep ridge. ‘I bet you didn’t miss him very far. I’ve got my opinion of a man who hollers before he is hit.” ‘* Now that we know he wasn’t wounded, we can look out for him,” said Bob sol- emnly, “And we've left camp without leaving any one to guard it!” broke in Treve ex- EGOmMmicdoo “s) (E{@) m