Beadle's Dime Novels No. 213: Squatter Dick — page 87: what you’re looking at

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_ THE FOURTH AND LAST, 9 was buried to. the armpits, while Laflin wa*fully two inches further aboye the surface than that, thus proving the truth of his statement. _In one hand he held the carefully-cocked and primed weapon, in readiness to deal the finisbing-stroke to his eventful life. Slowly on and upward the cruel sands crept, until now they closely .encireled _ the throat of the outlaw. The swollen veins stood out upon his temples lixe whip-cords, and he gasped for breath with his eyes nearly bursting from their sockets. Laflin gazed upon the horrible sight with composed features, a stern, unrelenting smile playing about his thin lips and a fiery gleam in his dark eye. |, - Higher crept the sands, until they closed forever the mouth of the outlaw leader. His lead trembled convulsively, as his nostrils widely dilated to inkale the last breath of life. Then Laflin shouted out: “Tell Mark an’ Seth, an’ Luke that Squatter Dick sent you to keep ’em company !” Then the head drooped.and the eyes closed with a tremu- Jous quiver. . The outlaw leader—the last of the four dreaded brothers—the last of those included in the squatter’s oath of yengeance—wasdead! 9 ns ae .The sand was up to the squatter’s neck. His right arm was elevated on high, still elutehing the merciful pistol. A cry for mercy and forgiveness went up on the still air, and then the trigger was drawn, ; -_A loud report, a little cloud of smoke, and. then the second nead sunk forever beneath the unrelenting sands —— _ ©HAPTER XI. We left Ada Sollars in a situation, to say the least, not the ‘most-desirable.- Senseless and alone, in the power df a gro- : negro, who crouched, beside her as she lay up- son the bed of leaves, gloating ove her beauty, that. was. still Comicbooks.com