Pulp Fiction, 1870 · page 18 of 100
Beadle's Dime Novels No. 214: The Forest Monster — page 18: what you’re looking at
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oo wee DAN A Pade “It’s two months yet. afore we need set our traps,” said Black ‘Tom. “That ’ll give us plenty of time to find out all we. want . to,” replied his companion. “ Yas,” added the other, somewhat significantly ; “ we'll. Yarn whether thar'll be any need of our ever settin’ them agin or not.” “ Not quite that,” said old ‘Stebbins, with a laugh and shake of the head. “I don’t b’l'eve that.” _ “ I don’t know,” continued Black Tom, who. seemed in the best of spirits ; “ it looked sins like it when we had to dig out last spring.” wd ) . “ Tt did, summat—” | “ Bars and beayers !” exclaimed ati suddenly coming to. mee wae g his coonskin hat from his head, h it upon the _ground, * don't. you remember, Steb: ?” “ Remember what ?” demanded his companion, not a little startled at his manner. ~~ i “Tt was right hyar that we see’d Mat!” praia chilt-ssiw bad. “See’d what?” = * “ Old Steb., you're a thunderin’ fool r replied ‘Tom, with an expression of disgust. “T guess you're gettin’ childish, L, s'pose, you don’t remember that—that—what shall I call it 2 that we see’d near hyar « “ How did I furget it? “How did we all furget it—Teddy, too ?” There was no doubt that Stebbins regalled the creature to which reference had been made. _ Unquestionably braye__as both of these men were, their appearance showed that they were frightened. “Their bronzed and scarred faces were pale, and they looked into each other’s. eyes ‘in silence, both. revolv- ‘ ing “ terrible thoughts.” “ Right out thar,” said Stebbins, speaking in a terrified whis- per, and pointing toward the open prairie, over which they had just ridden ; “how was it that we wa’n’t on the look out fur it?” “Dunno, when we've been talkin’ "bout it all the way. It's too bad that it should come right Ayar—jest near the very spot we're after.” m6 Gonmicloooksaconn