Mrs. Bob: A Novel — page 20: what you’re looking at

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12 THE OLD STORY REVERSED. “Tove! a girl’s laugh, by all the powers. Knight of chivalry, eh—going around rescuing maidens with that wonderful gun of yours? Seems to me thingsare slightly mixed—er—that the boot 1s on the other leg. Where the deuce is she?’’ “Fa, ha! old fellow, not a shot to be ashamed of, eh? Well, you see I hated-to shoot the poor brute sit- ting, and waited until he sprang. Like a true sports- man, I paused after firing to reload, but here I am and ready to receive your fervid expressions of grati- tude.’’ Bob Pemberton stares. ? He might easily be pardoned for so doing, as the speaker steps into view and advances, for surely since the days of Diana no such sight has been seen in forest or glade. The girl is small in stature, finely built, and as handsome as a picture, with eyes black as sloes. She is dressed in sable velvet, and wears leather leggius, while in her hands lies the small rifle which was used so effectively 1n Bob’s behalf. The latter recovers himself—a man who has lived thirty years in New York and spent ten of it in the switl of the money market, is not one to be easily abashed. | ‘‘Pardon me, miss, but, naturally, I am surprised to see one of your sex in this wild region. Allthe same, I’m delighted to owe my life to you. Consider me under bond to repay the debt at the first opportunity —yours tocommand, Bob Pemberton. Pardon, again, but are you a chief’s daughter? You see I’m a stranger in these parts, a greenhorn, and I like to Gomichooksscom