Leather-Clad Tales of Adventure and Romance, No. 38 — page 59: what you’re looking at

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IN THE SUNK LANDS. oD ‘Won't hit!’ yelled the besieged. ‘‘ Mebby this will.” There was a flash and arattle of the shot among the leaves and bushes as he fired in the direction of Treve’s voice. One of the dogs whined a little, as though it had been scratched, then silence reigned, broken by Bob’s asking softly if Treve was hit. “No,” replied my plucky brother. ‘‘ He'll have to shoot Ureanen a three foot pec before he hits me.’ Joe fired twice, taking care to shoot high. The other laughed derisively and called out: ‘You're wastin’ powder, pardner. Yall’ll have to shoot through two loaded trunks afore y ll kin hit me, an I reckon there hain’t a shootin’ iron among y’all as kin do that.” Both parties. subsided. It was too dark to see anything but the faint outlines of objects outlined against the sky, while any- thing close to the ground was invisible. By lying down I could see the top part of the. wagon. Occasionally we would call to one another, which never failed to bring a response from GOMmicbdoo gs) (E(9) m