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12 BLACK ARROW? THE AVENGER. my part; Ii ami tired of silt’nieat, and long! fot domie jtiicy ven- dson;, bat my wife won't “Jet! ite unt: as ‘she ‘fears ‘that precious héalth' would: s#ffér’’ “Sit down, Ben Blood, and teh me.wher you will undertake'& tices hunt tor the benefit- of this starving familly”?! °° © FSS +] -ean’t sit down; Colonel indy” Feet the tihnter, “ as I havé/ no time to stay. T'Gin* hunt’ for | you to-day, ‘and — am afraidthataican never huntfér you any more. T save come onin bosinessierrand, eid leah tell my erratid‘aria go” “ What is the matter, my oo You look troubled. “Tt snust be:something. praca aceite peak “plainly,” ‘Perliaps 1 can seaplane 2 Hiw wnifarte hoold “ Tndeatméiner thet concerns’ yourself, Colonel icdihary”” YT Jiad:rathér épenk'to yoii alone, if yot please.” * “ Verguivelli'Pake Roséinto the house, my dear. ‘Now, ‘Ber Blood; letime ‘know what the matter Moen s oy “{Mourwill thave'to! leave’ tlits’ place ‘for a while, colonel. Paul Roder:and:hié gang are after youre" “Roder’s gang! What does this mean?“ “oyhiat do “they want)? .« What grudge have they agdinst me?” fon Dhey want “plunder, ¢i¥, if nothing worse, and ‘there's ‘a grudge vut, too. | Don't’ you" remember” the part” ‘you against that half_breéd fellow, who was cau, slit iteating b esa’ ¥es.”) gt semornsxs Boar enottil he: arses 7 “He was one of Roder’s” gang, ahd ‘that ‘git thiesa 4 eye Tre oi} Deaeqo 391i S10: “ Are you'sure that they have erential ak “Blood ? : Whenido sheyinbia té-eame?”” Sonali - gu ee ithat they are'atter yeti, tad that they will” come n ” - “2 can't defend the* cal aginst ‘fhem,'and T mast’ ron away.!| What. country is” this, where a ‘man’s life and Pro- perty are at the mercy of a gang of outlaws ! Tf there is not a charige:for the ‘better before long, I must leave Texas. But I.must do the*best I ean now. We will pack up such things as we can Carry, and will go to Ferguson's ranch. © How is it, Ben Blood, that you know’ go much ‘about ‘Roder’s | _ gang? Don't tell me unless you are willing 10.” tdkhiow it at” ny, comicldoooks.conn