The Prairie Detective: Secret Service Series No. 24 — page 87: what you’re looking at

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- ~ ae.) SA 5 fe THE PRAIRIE DETECTIVE. 85 immediate danger, a new purpose took possession of him, and added fresh vigor to his powerful arm. He became almost frenzied by his desire to reach the place where they were left alone and unpro- tected. If they should be captured by the fiendish ruffian who commanded the Bloodsuckers—he shud- dered at the thought—their fate, he knew full well, would be beyond the power of words to describe. It would be a hundred times worse than the bitter- est death. Sycamore Dan had never realized until now what a precious boon is woman. She had always occupied in his mind a secondary position. But, as he pic- tured to himself those beautiful girls, full of the freshness and innocence, and loveliness of youth— as he thought of the fearful position in which they were placed, he beeame nearly crazed with a desire to be where he could protect them, until the last, from the great peril which surrounded them on every hand. He must save them. . Nerved and strengthened by his noble determina- tion, he fought with the fury of a tiger. With his heavy bowie-knife he made long sweeps which opened a space before him as he went. Eleven times did his hand come down with the velocity of light- ning, and eleven of the Bloodsuckers writhed upon the ground in the agony of mortal wounds. He was like one of the seven furies let loose from bondage. His eyes blazed with the great anger of battle, and his long, lithe form, towering above those around him, pressed forward toward the goal he sought, with a determination which would have stricken terror to the hearts of the bravest foe. At last, bleeding from many wounds, but with “S (Efe) Gomichboo