Beadle's Dime Novels No. 213: Squatter Dick — page 75: what you’re looking at

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BCOUTING OX HIS OWN ACCOUNT. 77 thick leggings of bark, with a nondescript covering for his feet, that defied description, owing to the thick coating of mud upon them. An ugly scar crossed his face, one extremity ending where his left eye should be, it having evidently been CHAPTER X. THE FINAL ACT. Tue young partisan leader, seeing no better course to pur- sue than that suggested by Laflin, concluded to remain in his present position until daylight, if nothing occurred before that time. He knew that, did he ride around searching for his game, the noise necessarily made by the party would be sure to alarm them, who would then have no difficulty in eluding the rangers. Besides, it was very likely that some of the band would return to the rendézvous, from whom he But it was not in Laflin’s nature to remain apparently idle while his prey was afoot, and so he told Sloan that he would take a little scout. The young partisan would have remon- strated had he thought it would have been of any use. But from the low, dogged tone it was plain that the sand lapper had re- solved to go, and nothing short of downright force would There were other men with the party who were equally as and two who were well versed in that particular region. So he felt less hesitation at parting company. f Laflin managed to exchange his horse for a diminutive swamp-tacky, one of that breed that seem half amphibious and can almost skim over the surface of bog, where a man, unusell to the soil, would mire. Then he parted from the rangers without a word or nod. - It is not our purpose to follow his wanderings throughout that night, fer he accomplished nothing toward the objeet of commiclooks.conrn