Beadle's Dime Novels No. 139: The Border Foes — page 36: what you’re looking at

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” THE BORDER FOSS. it We must get as near to it iwéecausied and surprise them. We had better follow around the edge of this piece of woods, for it will bring us close up to the house. Before we go any further, we had better take some- thing to steady our nerves, and I have got some good old rum here, such us seldom finds iis way to these parts.” This proposition met with enthusiastic acceptance, and the old man produced a large-sized “ tickler;’ which was passec around and daly honored. Then he led the way through the forest, skirting the cleared ground, until they were with about thirty yards of the house. The door was open, as Simon Atlee had said, and Jacob Ryeburn could be seen standing there in the light, logeth with his daughter Alice. “ Jerusalem! What a purty gal!’ exclaimed Buck Turl “Is tha, old chap the man you are arter, mister? Lken draw a bead on him mighty easy from liere, and ken lay him out without hurtin’ the gal.” “Hold your tongue, and don’t think of such a thing!” s Atlee. “Didn't I tell you that I ain’? wanting to kil) him but to take him out and have a settlement with him ?” y" “Come on, then!” impatiently exclaimed Will. “ Can’s you do a job like this without making so much fuss abou it?) «=If you hold the lantern so high, father, they will se - ur” “T only want to see my way clear when I start. Folle a me, boys, and we will jump on them before they know it.” The conspirators started toward the house, but, at that in _ stant, the door was shut, and Atlee muttered an oath as hé perceived that they had been discovered. He hastened hit steps, and told his followers to hurry, hoping to reach rh “oor before it could be barred. But his speed was in and his companions — dashed themselves uselessly sgains the stout oak. . * “ Follow me Ese oe to the other door,” exclaimed the c _ man. “TI reckon we can catch them there.” But that attempt was as vain as the other, for Jacob F burn held the “interior line,’ And had put wp the seks ig = St adlareeadataare They then tried the window! ~~ <3 ss Fr : — a ta >>) comicbooks*com Py = r Sra oie she es i=.