Beadle's Dime Novels No. 213: Squatter Dick — page 80: what you’re looking at

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82 SQUATTER DICK. and then Laflin examined, as well as, he was able, tle wound he had received. It had.been well.intended, but the, bullet had glanced from his shoulder-blade, inflicting a painful flesh-wound, but noth- ing serious, unless from loss of blood. Tearing away the clothes, he managed to press. pellet of moss into the orifice, that in a measure Checked the hemorrhage. ‘After reloading his rifle, Laflin went over to where lay the body of Bill Thornton. . Turning it over with his foot, he saw that, his bullet had entered just below the brim of the ragged hat, piercing his brain and killing him instantly. Although he knew that the outlaw deserved his fate, a shudder ran over So s frame as he realized how completely the last few had changed his nature, ut then he thought of what had ‘hoch the 2 all and his heart steeled itself to complete his task of vengeance. Returning to the still insensible outlaw Icader, Lafiin con- trived to lift him into the saddle and bind him in such a man- _ner that he could not fall off, while he retained. an erect position. Then leading the pony by te bridle, Dick set out ata rapid pace, as though his plans were fully settled. _ _ In a short time Keedy recovered. his senses, and after a few moments’ wildly staring around him, his eyes dwelt upon the form of his captor, as he spoke: “ What does this mean, Laflin? What have I ever done to you that I should meet with this treatment?” _ “ Oh-ho! you're awake, are you? I’m glad o’ thet, ’cause want to talk a little with you, afore I end this,” returned Laflin, falling back until side by side with his captive. “So you want to know what this means, an’ what you've done to desarye it, do ye? Then you don't call it nothin’ to _ tell a feller to shoot me, ’sides tryin’ it-on yourself, eb ?” _* But you acted so strange; calling me your prisoner, and all that,” faltered Keedy. “ An’ so you are, But Ill Jet you into the secret, so’t ! you can sorter prepare yourself. fer thet what is a-comin’. _ Fust, you must know that it was ma, ‘ Squatter, Dick, the swamp sucker,’ thet smelt out your rendezvous on the island, an’ wiped «Rt swatch. as, was hid_on the tree... Then I plugged your Mark, an’ writ them words. all * Cconmcloooks.conn