Pulp Fiction, 1938 · page 111 of 148
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# Page Analysis This is a story page from *The Frozen Empire*, numbered 109. It contains prose narrative alongside a black-and-white illustration. The text describes Jinx Herbert discovering Phil Robinson's dead body on a sled and subsequently finding tracks of multiple sleds heading toward United States territory. A new chapter titled "Vengeance Trail" begins mid-page, detailing a character entering a kitchen where he discovers a woman's gingham apron and then finds a dying man—identified as old Sam Dillard—shot through the chest on the floor. The illustration depicts what appears to be the dramatic scene of the wounded man being discovered in the kitchen.
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roused the sleeping dogs, harnessed them, and as Herbert continued to watch, the two policemen started away. On that sled Jinx Herbert knew was Phil Robinson’s dead body. He watched until the dog team was a tiny gray blur on the white horizon. Then, brushing the back of a hand wearily across his eyes, he circled’ slowly about the big log cabin which was Halfway House. Almost immediately he found tracks left by three heavily loaded sleds. There had been four men with those sleds. What had happened to number five? Perhaps Phil had taken one of them with him? The trail of the fugitives pointed due east into United States territory. Jinx Herbert hesitated. Twice his slow eyes turned back toward the big cabin. Al- though the trail of the men who had killed Phil Robinson was plain in the snow, that cabin seemed to draw him. He - started toward the building, stopped and turned back. But he didn’t go far. At the edge of the thicket he swung right about and shouldered in through the rear door of Halfway House. CHAPTER V VENGEANCE TRAIL E STOOD in the kitchen. Subcon- sciously he noted that the pinewood floors were clean. Pots and pans hanging on hooks driven into the log walls shone like mirrors. His roving eyes stopped at a red and white checked gingham apron draped over the back of a chair. He picked the garment up and held it clum- sily in both hands. It was very small. And it had been worn recently. It was still wet in spots. The girl. A muffled sound broke in upon his thoughts. A man’s voice. A sort of groan. Hand on gun butt, Jinx Herbert passed into a hall. A door was open. He went in and circled the room with quick, suspi- ~ cious eyes. The door to the clothes closet bulged outward ever so slightly. Walking on the balls of his feet, gun ready in hand, the big man crossed the room. He reached out, yanked the clothes press door open. The body of a man rolled out and sprawled limply at his feet! Jinx Herbert looked down into the gray-white face of old Sam _ Dillard! Front of the old man’s faded flannel shirt was soaked with blood. A bullet had gone clear through his body just over the heart. But he was still alive. Even as Jinx Herbert dropped on a knee, the old man’s eyes fluttered open. The breath came in whistling gasps through the dy- ing man’s white lips. . “They’ve got—her,”’ he gasped. , 2 _ me a=. : . ig 2 2 Ty eg ! ’ is ’ aa ESE wares ete TBs (Aad | ie ; CEO or aya ee : —_— % Sfp f ww ates ee “4 : Megs " Ms 4 ¥ oD te " ‘ ¥%, > eM Mert Gomichooks Eom