Black Arrow, the Avenger — page 43: what you’re looking at

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é “ Just as I thought!” exclaimed Roder, as. he tumbled over the negligent sentry. “ Here he is; drunk/and_asleep,”) : es, Sialera Powe S'S Seb Swab y Semeryens more light, rere brought ARE BOW . “Dead, by.thunderP > | PORES through him !” “ See this yere paper!” The man was dead, no doubt, lying, aa pool of Nia own blood, an arrow in his body, his scalp missing, one of his eyes scooped out, and a paper pinned to. his brenat, with these words upon it: “ An eye for an eye, and a scalp for « scalp” “The ghost ag'in!” exclaimed Roder,) “No doubt about it this time,” remarked, St. Clair, who was now thoroughly sober, . me es, Bs, That ghost will be the death of us all yet.” “ What a pity you hadn't given him his;scalp !”,. SVihas 9 pity ges haiin’t ginenclt:to-he.deptend 96-salking about it so much.” “Suppose the ghost had got his scalp,” suggested Whetstone, with a strange smile. “ Then he might have come back for his eye.” . “ That's so, by thunder! and we avert got the: eye to give him. Let us scratch a hole, boys, and bury this man. I can’t bear to look at him.” A hole was made, and the body of Mart ‘Simpson was in- terred; not before Whetstone had extracted the arrow. “ A, Comanche, s#70%;" peeseresche winks, and handed it to Paul Roeder. _.No more “ business.” was ‘transacted at that, mecting,, A loom h , over all who were present. It was an, upusual and m} fate of wo of their number, a fate that might at any moment befall any of them—any of them, at least, who had been concerned in the punishment. of Ben Blood ; the others had a faint hope that they might be out of the scrape, Little was said among them before they enig i oteguey their respective ways in groupsor paim = comclbooks Xeon