Beadle's Dime Novels No. 139: The Border Foes — page 37: what you’re looking at

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cSt = Fo —— Te. 2. (P= es -— Eee “ What are you going to do now, father?” inquired Will, as the assailants retired to consult. “JT reckon we shall have to day siege to his confounded o! ‘castle. How cussed unlucky it was, that they should have Caught sight of us, just as we were ready to take them! We “are Bins to have more trouble with this job than I thought : ia as z : « “Tei is all your fault, father. Youstarted in without a plan, ‘And you were bound to show the light, when I told you not to” ~ *J don't see any sense in talkin’ about bein’ bothered,” re- Marked Sim Trotter. “ Why in thunder don’t you go to work 4nd bu’st inthe door? It must be a powerful stout piece of Wood that we can’t split, with Buck Turl atthe head. Thar’s plenty of rails about here, and we had better be at work, if we ‘Mean business.” As this was the most feasible suggestion that was offered, the assailants selected the heaviest "rail that they could find, ‘and Turi and Trotter and Will bore it against the door, while the old man held the light. _ Three or four times the rail was thrust forward, without Making any impression upon the tough oak. It was carried Ss for a last effort, when the door of the house was thrown ‘Open, and two shots were fired from it. “Curse the luck! they have hit me,” exclaimed Simon At- lee, elapping his hand on his leg. _ “They have ruined our light, too,” said Will, as he picked » the lantern, whieh had been shattered by a bullet. _ The rail was dropped, and the assailants retreated to the ‘epitee of the woods, where all but Sim Trotter fired their rifles efully at the house. _* Who would have thought the sneakin’ cusses would have Such a trick as that ”” exclaimed the old man. “Who wouldn't ”” rejoined Trotter. “It is just the trick it I wonld have been up to, as sure as eggs is eggs. The 2 wonder is that they don’t rush out and kill us, now that You have thrown away your bullets on the solid logs. I ‘Feekon they would, if it wasn’t so dark.” - __ “Are you hurt much, father?” asked Will. -" “How can I tell, boy, when it is as dark as a stack of Comicbooks-com) J