Beadle's Dime Novels No. 213: Squatter Dick — page 59: what you’re looking at

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A SCREAM FROM THE HOUSE. 61 _“ Don’t strike, Cap’n Jim, don’t strike! It's me—Squatter Dick, you know,” he hurriedly uttered. “So I thought, when I heard my name. But how is it; are you hurt?” ~ “Durned ef I rightly know, but I reckon thar hain’t no “bones broke,” returned Laflin, carefully feeling of his injured arm. ~ © Well, come on then. The thieves are whipped, but while one of them lives, our work is not finished,” exclaimed the “ You're right thar,cap’n. I wiped out Seth Keedy, but the head devil hain’t cotched yit. ‘That is ef he hain’t hin knocked over by some o’ your fellers. Let’s mosey, anyhow,” said Laflin, as he regained his knife and rifle. They had scarcely emerged from the grove of trees when they heard a series of loud screams in 8 woman's voice, sound- ing from the house, as if in mortal terror; then followed bya confused shouting and cursing in a man’s tones. “Somethin” wrong thar, Cap'n Jim,” said Laflin, excitedly. “My God! yes. Come, we may need help !” exclaimed the partisan, as he darted forward at the top of his speed, not heeding the flower-beds in his haste, closely followed by Squatter Dick, who contrived to load his rifle as he ran. ~ 2 - . £ I . , + w ° Tr- ; es eow ‘ - i. > Bodeed> 7F1 teeey ree CHAPTER VIII. © a A FEARFUL BLOW... selina Tre party within the great house had been fully aroused and put upon the alert by the shot that Squatter Dick had so adroitly managed to discharge, as he had intended they should be. Then, when the outlaws entered the grounds they were plainly observed, although there almost immediately hidden to view among the trees and shrubbery. ~ But the garrison had committed one bad oversight. “The main force was stationed at the front of the build- ing, as that was the most feasible point for an entrance to be Comicbooksrcom