Leather-Clad Tales of Adventure and Romance, No. 38 — page 98: what you’re looking at

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92 IN THE SUNK LANDS. ready? Turn your dog loose, Sandy!” Before Sandy could comply, a dark streak flew along the ground toward them. It stopped in their midst, panting, bleed- ing, and covered with mud, and every one recognized— Boose ! ‘ Well, ’m dodswoggled !” ejaculated Ike Jimmerson. Wis tail shot plumb off!” echoed Bill Morris. ‘‘ Fellers,”’ said Mr. Jimmerson, solemnly, ‘“T ouess he found him. Ef there’s a ha’r injured hit’s a case to stretch hemp.” ‘“ Jesso!” assented the others. ‘“* Bull,” said Ike significantly. Mr. Morris immediately departed for the store, returning with a rope about thirty feet long. The others watched him gravely. ‘Turn your dorg loose !” Again Bulger’s deep baying made the forest ring. Boose followed behind reluctantly. Mig- uel had disappeared. Through vines and thorn bushes, with occasional patches of foxtails, they went, one moment wading across a _ shallow EomIichbooks.co aa