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6S SQUATTER DICK. “Yas. Then ef one part o’ it was blowed by one o’ the gang—in’ he'll know it must ha’ Vit’ one.o’ them, ’canse no outsider coald ‘a’ knowed about it—why so would the other be, iin’ thet afore many hours the sodjers would be down upon the rendezvous to make a clean sweep o’ fa job. D'ye see?” “ “TT believe you are right, Dick; and now the faster we travel the better She niusta’t atuy With “the black hearted hound long.” lO Ow; ‘far’s thet’s consarned, she’s all right fer to-night. He'll hev plenty to "tend to i savin’ lds own hidé, an’ won't cut up any o’ his didves, afore another night it ing An’ afore then I consait he'll be keepin’ his master comp'ny, wlar he won't hev no need 0’ extra” ¢lothes int the winter-time,” grimly added Dick. = Tliey pressed forward as rapidly as was consistent with safely, keeping a (goud watch along the road us far as was practicable under the circumstances; but without seeiig or hearing the ones they were searching for. “At length’ Dick atnounced their arrival ‘in the vicinity of the islind’ upon which stood the hiddew ‘house, in a low voice to*Slown, and — at his direction the party ‘slackened their pace toa walk, lest the trampling of hools or ‘epleairing tn the” mid should alarm the game.» e ist » “ Now, Cap'n Jim, you keep your fellers quiet ne on the lookout, while I go ahead to reconooter like, an" arn ef thar’s atiybody at the shanty we want,” said’ Squaiter Dick, as he dismounted and resigned his rifle to the young ee pe —— - But let me go with you,” said Sldan.." 9 “'Twon'tdo. You don’t know the way, an’ woula: on’y jest make trouble. © One’s a-plenty,” "¢atuse it’s on'y jest sneakin’, not fightin’. Wait hyar ontil I come,” and crouch- forward, ‘the swamp-scout disappeared like a shadow. He struck off to the right, taking a roundabout course, as he did not contemplate crossing the fallen ‘tree-trank, for he well knew that, were the island occupied, this point would be watched, and he was by no means ‘assured tliat the part he . bad played in the night’s events was not suspected. And if it was, the first charge t against hini would be the con- tents of a musket or the keen point of a Jong knife. . commicloooks.com ,