Leather-Clad Tales of Adventure and Romance, No. 38 — page 54: what you’re looking at

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50 IN THE SUNK LANDS. ‘Not very much,” I responded ; ‘ but my coat’s torn to pieces.” “We'll leave his body where it hes and skin it in the morning. I'll feel a great deal better when I get back to camp. Our selfish friend may get there before we do.” We tramped out the fire, and plunged through the brush to the open space on the bank of the lake, where walking was easy. ‘“T don’t see the camp fire,” whispered Bob. ‘‘ Um sure I left enough wood on it to burn an hour.” The dogs began to growl. ‘‘ Halt there!” came the hoarse com- mand from ahead in a tone we instantly recognized. We strained our eyes and managed to discern the faint outlines of the wagon and Loafer. ‘“T’m a-runnin’ this yere camp an’ outfit,” went on the hoarse voice. ‘‘ You-uns bet- ter find another place to sleep. I put a couple loads o’ buckshot into you-uns awhile back, an’ I kin do hit ag’in ef you-uns try any shenanagan games !”’ (e(oypayicel exoKo) <<