Beadle's Dime Novels No. 119: Blackeyes — page 29: what you’re looking at

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“! j = IS IT A PRISON ? 31 Sf CHAPTER IV. DOLORES. “ Ta1s looks like a dungeon, and it feels like: one," ty ae Bent, as he glanced around the room. It was about twelve feet square, with the aber nar senile of adobes, while the roof seemed to be formed of boards laid upon stout joists. No light could enter from without, and there were apparently no means of ventilation. A: pile of blankets lay in one corner, but there was no — furniture in the cool and damp room, ‘“Pain’t nothin’ else but.a dungeon, and 1 don's like the looks of things one bit,” replied Bill Ward. “The yaller ras- cals have got us here, and they mean to keep us.” © “Why should they wish to do so?” —— Biiye- ton. '“ Because we are Americans, and they 4 are Miensitenl ; that is reason enough. Formy part, I wish I was well out of the scrape.” 10 “YT did) not» think that you could. he frightened so easily, Ward. I-seeno reason to apprehend any danger. If they had wanted to kill us there was nothing to hinder them from doing so. I think they have treated us very cleverly and kind- ly, and we ought to consider them friends, rather than enemics. I feel perfectly contented, for I believe they will let us out in ‘the morning, and then I will shave a chance to. wan ae black- eyed beauty again.” mathe = S “TY ain’t afraid to die, yourig 1 man, any auteeb' th you are, rer , L don’t like bein’ shut up in this hole, and I allow that I ain’t goin’ to stand it. Do you know whar they aie our: nee, Charley ?” “Tn a room apnictine that in which they ave: us our Supper.” meee kat room, I reckon, mought be somewhar over this here place,” “I think so.” cComicbooksscom