Black Arrow, the Avenger — page 71: what you’re looking at

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~ RopER’s “LITTLE sToRY.” - G5 Jim Baker here showed such violent symptons of impatience, that Roder invited him to come and “ take a nip” with him, to wash down bad feelings, assuring him that he would “ come to the pint” very soon.~ This business settled, Roder re- sumed his “ little story.” «Ghost or no-ghost, the-men were iecdsandsbodiehshing noticed was, that they had been shot with Comanche arrows. “You noticed that, and Jim Baker, who had + been among the Comanches, agreed with you; but he’ went further than you ‘did. He noticed that the arrows were black, and he had heard of a Comanche chief who was named Black Arrow, and who was part white. He made a reg’lar puzzle of it, did Jim, and told me to put it together; but I couldn’t make nothin’ of ‘it, except that Jim»was a fool. Lallowed I bad laughed him out of his queer notions; but the old bardhead, instead. of givin’ them up, set in to work them out in his. own way. Let’s drink to that old hardhead. » Talkin’) is dry work,” - * Whetstone felt his presentiment more strongly than ever, ‘and was sure that Roder was about to make some unpleasant disclosure concerning himself ; but he showed no emotion, and quietly paid his respects to the bottle. — ‘| “What does that old hardhead do,” continued Roder, “ thinkin’ he'd got on the trail, but go, this very night, that's nearly ended now, up to Ferguson's ranch. He hadn't been there long, hidin’ about, before he saw alot of folks come out of the house, and he followed them until they came to a halt in the timber. He sneaked about till he found a good hidin’- place, where he could see all that was goin’ on and hear most ‘of it Hetold me just what you have told me; so:you see I _know that you have both been speakin’ the truth. Yes, he (Aol what. you di@,/and: « isthe more? Here.the speaker pansed, and looked sharply into Whet- eaiaicla Satis Jim Baker leaned forward, and also gazed in- quiringly at the same face. But, if Nat Whetstone felt par- SEE EES Serer tae ap wuicht, itis countenance showed no such feeling. > « “ Well; and what more did Baker tel, you?” he asked, speaking as calmly asever, “After Satterlee was cdaeivempeienaeane saa ‘on the barrel, and put his head in the noese. He said that cCommiclooks.conn