The Prairie Detective: Secret Service Series No. 24 — page 178: what you’re looking at

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176 THE PRAIRIE DETECTIVE. Hark! Footsteps were approaching. Then voices were heard. It was Persimmon Bill who spoke. ‘“You see,”’ he was saying, calmly, “there is no one here.’’ Y There was another sound then. It was the half- whining cry of Vixen. She had scented him through the door. Would the searchers outside see her? He could not cry out; he could not utter the slightest sound. His tongue clove to the roof of his mouth. The footsteps retreated. Vixen was goaded-to madness. She uttered a wild scream of anguish. At last the eyes were attracted to her, and Robin- son’s voice cried out: “Great Heaven! The cellar! Quick, or it may be too late! : There was a hurried sound of moving bars, a rush of many waters, and Posey Ryan knew no more. | comicbooks co