Beadle's Dime Novels No. 139: The Border Foes — page 87: what you’re looking at

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ane Jacob Ryeburn, as he fired through the Sav the vepcit Kate fell heavily on _ the floor. Se insensible, and a spot 0 ~ where the bullet had struck. 2 s chich he had kindled in the corner. s . It was none too soon for his purpose, as FRANTIC WITH RAGE. 89 ~ "Yon are only bringing yourself into diffitulty. There has been wrong.and trouble enough. Don’t let him do it, Will!” The voice of Jacob Ryeburn was heard aboye, in alterca- tion with his wife. “Let me go, Mary! Let me go, I say! I mean to have one shot at the black-bearted villain, and I will have it !” “T believe you are getting crazy, father,” said Will Atlee, « “You had better do as Kate tells you, and let this matter drop. Sim Trotter has gone, and I mean to follow him.” “Run away, then, if you want to, like that white-livered Hound! I don’t want any cowards about me.” “ You may call me what you please, but I intend to go be- fore I get caught, and sou had better do the same. They Wou't hurt Kate, and I mean to look out for myself.” Without another word, the young man slipped out through the hole in the chimney, and was gone. His father again scraped together the brands of fire and began to blow them. | _ Kate stood and looked at him, irresolute, her countenance ex- pressive of intense anguish. The next moment a shot was heard, near the house. . “ They have killed my boy, curse em !” wildly exclaimed _ Pe: Simon Atlee. 3%. ‘ups “Yes, and this will settle you, you “ auadeting, villian Pag : At the report of Mr. Ryeburn’s rifle, and called her by name, but she _ Bs a: shed to her, mler ether Ia f blood on her forehead showed — + <3 “ Curses light on you forever, Jake Ryeburn !” atvinstind the ‘ ol€man, “ You have shot my #rl, and now you and your: _ whole brood shall burn !” Running about as if he was frantic, he picked up every com- ~ ld find, and piled it on the fire ble article that he cou Lag eon ghter than ever. the sound of © and footsteps could be heard without, approaching the ~*~ 49 Vee r <CORMEIOOKSACOn