Penny Dreadfuls, 1889 · page 172 of 217
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THE PRAIRIE DETECTIVE. 163 it appears that I also talked in my slumber, for I waked up suddenly to find myself tied hand and foot, _ while my companions stood about determining what should be done with me. “Tt was in vain that I protested my innocence. They refused to believe me, and I was obliged to re- ‘main securely bound. During all that long after- é Sy 4 Cy WUT AN | A s ( Af & & \ \ a or Of ms ROBINSON ESCAPING FROM PERSIMMON BILL’S GANG. noon I suffered agonies. I was afraid you would be caught in the flames and burned, yet I could not help you. The men had decided to carry me to the chief and tell him about me. That meant death, and I knew it. Just at dark the train was lighted on both sides of the river. Oh, Heaven! what I en- dured while the fire was blazing, you do not know! COmMmIchHDOoO: Ss) corr