The Prairie Detective: Secret Service Series No. 24 — page 35: what you’re looking at

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THE PRAIRIE DETECTIVE. Bee When the search was completed the men looked at each other in blank amazement. “Thunder!’’ exclaimed Slavin. ‘‘Can it be that we were wrong in suspecting him? There are no proots.’”’ “Well, it?s done now,” rejoined his companion, “and we may as well carry the news to the chief. For one, I’m sorry we did this. It is an ugly job!’’ ‘“That’s a fact. But as you say, the work is done and can’t be helped. What shall we do with the carcass?”’ | By this time it was quite dark, excepting in the narrow circle dimly illumined by the firelight. The ghastly face of the detective, smeared and clotted with blood, shone out in deathly relief against the dark ground. As the men looked upon his distorted features, and | then glanced into the darkness which walled them in, they shuddered involuntarily at what they had done. = At that moment the sounds of little wavelets in the stream, plashing up against the banks, fell upon their ears. “Togs it into the river,’’ said Robinson. ‘‘The tide will carry itaway. And if he is not dead the water will finish him.”? | “Good!”’? responded Slavin. ‘‘Dead men tell no tales.’’ And the murderers, raising: the nerveless figure from the ground, bore it to the brink of the stream. ‘“Heave ahead!’’ cried Robinson. ‘One, two, three!’’ As he counted the two men swayed the form of Sycamore Dan to and fro. At the word “‘three’’ they tossed it far out toward the middle of the river, Eomicboo <S co