Beadle's Dime Novels No. 213: Squatter Dick — page 78: what you’re looking at

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“ Thank you; ‘ve. you got any word to send him ?” “ Only that I’ve struck a bee-line for the army. . *Twon't. do to,stay here no longer, now. that business is spoilt; ; “Tl tell him. .Good luck to ye, any how.” “ Same... _Hope.you'll find him allright.” . “ $0 do I,” and.then the two parted. For a moment Laflin hesitated whether or not to hasten and _ give Sloan the information he had picked.up, but then -the vis- ion.of his. hated enemy came up before him, and knowing that he was 60,near at,hand, Dick determined to huat him out first. Cautiously riding through the swamp in.an irregular. circle, Laflin closely scrutinized every object or spot where it was pos- sible for. a.man> to.conceal , himself; at. .times:sswimming. his pony through pools;of stagnant, water, with his rifle in readi- ness for an instant shot,,should such a coursesprove necessary. Suddenly his eyes. flashed anew, and a half-smothered snarl broke from his,lips as, he plunged his heels in the pony’s;flanks until it sprung forward with a,smart of pain and alarm... There before him, half-reclining against.a tree, was the form.of his hated. enemy, Matthew Keedy. : ‘Through the mud and slime that covered his person, Lat- lin: ‘could see the dark-red stains where the life-blood had eozed “from beneath the rude bandage he had_applied.to.the wound dealt by Ada. There was a ghastly-pale tinge to his swarthy visage that. told how acutely he must have ,suffcred, but. the sight of this did not excite any. feeling of commiseration in the heart of his.enemy.. “ Ab-ha! at..last, ‘Mat Keedy "hissed. Laflin, as he. drew up beside the outlaw Jeader,the mud.cast up by his, pony’s feet plentifully bespattering the astonished man. _, . “Ah, that you? . You half scared me. I am glad to see you,’ ’ faintly replied - the outlaw, with an uneasy_air, closely eying the squatter. “ Skeared you, did 1? Do you think eet Tor weap cel ta be "larmed at the sight o’ me?” - “ Of course not—why should.I?’, faltered Keedy, one hand - dropping to his belt... “ Look hyar, Mat. Keedy ; I'ma quiet man an’ you,-know it. I don’t talk much, but -whatI dp say is sworn to. You've ece’l rae shoot, an’ when I tell you that thar’s ‘#-bollit.In this comic ooks.com