That Girl of Johnson's — page 64: what you’re looking at

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THAT GIRL OF JOHNSUN’S. od What if he were dead? she asked, curiously; if he had fallen into some one of the dangerous places on the mountain ? If he were dead, they said—well, if he were dead that would put a different face upon the matter; they hoped he was not dead, for the law should not be baffled. Did she think he was dead? Had she cause to think so? she did not like their keen eyes; perhaps she should be more careful what she said; the law had a way of finding out strange things. No, she knew no reason why Johnson should be dead unless he had fallen in some of the dangerous places on the mountain; they must know this, for they had been there; for her part she knew nothing about it save from what she heard those say who had been there. Johnson had never been there before; he did not like the mountain, for it was such a treacherous place, with death waiting at every turn. He had said once, though, that if ever he went into hiding it would be over there. A man with fire-arms could hold his retreat against a hundred until he was starved out. Was that her daughter, they asked interestedly—that pretty girl with the blue eyes and the warm color in her cheeks? But, of course, she was her daughter, for she was the image of her. There was no need for their asking — such a clear question. She was different from the girls they had seen at the settlement; she was so far ahead of them in fairness of face and form. Did Johnson have any- thing of a temper? Some men had such terrible tempers, but from what they had heard they thought he must be somewhat lacking in that. The color was in her own face at their compliments of her daughter and the subtle compliment to her. They not only paid liberally, but were more pleasant spoken than most of her guests. Yes, she said, Cinthy was her daugh- ter, and the best daughter a woman could wish for. Al- ways willing, always pretty and neat, The men who came (ee) cComicbooks