Beadle's Dime Novels No. 213: Squatter Dick — page 63: what you’re looking at

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ON THE TRAIL. G5 exclaimed Sloan, leaping out of the window, followed by Laflin, while the old man preferred the easier exit by the door. As he ran toward the stables, Sloan blew shrill, continuous blasts upon his whistle, hoping thus to recall some of his men. Martin Sollars, in his haste, stumbled und fell down-stairs, seri- ously spraining his. leg, and in the dire confusion that pre- vailed, he lay there helplessly, groaning for assistance. Sloan and Laflin hurriedly saddled a horse’ apiece, and while thus occupied several men came in, having heard the signal. ‘They began equipping the horses, while the young par- tisan continued to sound his call. In ten minutes the larger portion of his men returned, and were in the saddle. Just as they rode of the stable-yard, Colonel De Forrest came up, and in a few hurried words Sloan ‘acquainted him with the fact of Ada’s abduction, and implored him to collect his men, and scour the country for the missing maiden. Then he dashed down the avenue at the head of his men, and en- tered the open road. “ Laflin, where do you think he will have gone first?” he asked, as the squatter rode up alongside, _“ Ef not to the rendezvous, then it beats me, You see, the country will be too hot for him arter this, an’ he knows it. But he won’t dar’ to travel alone, ’cause thar’s no knowin’ who he might meet. In co’se the boys will go thar, an’ so will he, to meet 'em, when they'll make tracks fer some other hole.” _ “Then lead the way and we'll follow,” cried Sloan, im- “Keep clus up an’ look out alongside o’ the road,” added Laflin, as he urged his horse-ahead, 7 3 son The road was amply wide enough for two to ride abreast, and the lover once more pressed alongside. | “But why do you think he will leave the island, if it is as well hidden as you told me? Why won't he stay there to let the storm blow over?” he inquired. “ Wal, I'll tell you,” slowly responded Dick. “ You see be knows thet thar’s bin some stockin’ did hyar. In co’se it don’t stand to reason thet sich a b'ilin’ o’ fellers would all be up an’ ready fer ’’em, ef thar plans heda’t bin blowed on, Thet’s a dead open an’ shet.” + | | “ Yes?” . . Gommiclooks.conrn