Beadle's Dime Novels No. 305: The Girl Scout — page 26: what you’re looking at

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80 THE GIRL TRAILER. another man caught up the stone and with a single vigorous” blow dashed the door from its hinges. | “Now look sharp, boys!” cried Big Ben. “ He’s a b’ar ina trap an’ he’ll fight hard. Don’t throw away a life ef you kin help it. Uyar, you low-thief, Buck Bracer; go an’ tallk to him, balk like a Dutch uncle an’ tell the critter he’d better give up.” “Tm afeard to go a-nigh the critter when he’s in the ram- page that way,” whined Bracer. ‘“ He’d shoot me, likely.” “Sarve the world a good turn ef he would,” growled Big Ben. “See yer, Gassy ; you’d better come out an’ give up.” ‘Come and take me,” was the defiant answer. “Tl mark down the first two men that come into that door.” The men tried to get a shot at him through the window, | but he had concealed himself in such a way as to be out of range while he could cover the door. “Boys,” said Mr. Ryan. “My little office isn’t worth | much, worth much. We'll burn it down, burn it down; ‘um—umplit oh, yes.” ( Gaston Foix gnashed his teeth in a rage at this proposi- tion so coolly put forward by the Land Agent. But he knew © that cool character so well that he did not doubt for a mo- ment that he would be as good as his word. “ Hold on,” he said, sullenly, as one of the party went for atorch, “I give up; do what you like with me.” “Throw out your pistol, then.” The man obeyed and followed the weapon at once, when he was seized upon by half a dozen stout men, wild with rage. He was no longer the blustering fighting-man but_ looked death calmly in the face for he read his fate in the eyes of his captors. “Yer in a tight fix, my boy,’ said Big Ben, as he coolly probed the wound in his own arm and picked out a splinter of bone with his knife. “I don’t seem to reckon that your. kind of men ar’ enny good hyaraways and J judge you'll git rubbed out. Enny one got a piece of rope handy? He’g a in course, and we'll hang him a little, just fur fun.” on’t do that, boys,” whined Buck Bracer. ‘’Tain’t fur ; ’tain’t lawful.” 4% commie oooks.cotnn