Beadle's Dime Novels No. 305: The Girl Scout — page 28: what you’re looking at

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Bd THE GIRL TRAILER. CHAPTER IV. LITTLE SPITFIRE. Bra Bun uttered a yell of delight and ready hands were extended to assist the young man to rise. The bullet had passed through his cap and cut a furrow slong the scalp, com-— pletely stunning him for the time being. He rose feebly and approached the group under the tree. “ What were you about to do, my good friends?’ he said. “Surely you did not mean to hang this man without judge or jury 2?” ‘“ We kain’t wait fur sech foolishness as that ar’, stranger,” said Big Ben. ‘“ We allowed he was guilty ennyhow, an’ we felt ’bliged to hang him, so ter speak. Howsumever, as yer ain’t pegged out it stands to reason we kain’t hang him just now, but we'll give him a leetle prary law. What say, boys ; shill we sorto doctor his skin ?” “T hope that you will let him go free, as far as I am con- — cerned,” said Wallace. “I am not so much hurt after all and © you can see that he is quite badly injured.” “ You wouldn’t believe he war hit to see the way he acts,” said Ben. “He’s a high old seed, I tell ye, and kin stand grief like a man. But, look hyar, he’s bored a hole in my — arm an’ he’s got ter git licked.” “What's that ?” hissed Gaston Foix, “Would you dare to whip me like a dog!” “ Scripter law, you low critter,” replied Big Ben. ‘“ Forty —gave one, on the bare back.” “Look you, gentlemen,” said Gaston, “I'am a man ready to meet death when it comes, but my flesh has never been | disgraced by a blow. Shoot me through the head, hang me — if you will, but do not debase me,” “Tt’s the least we kin do fur ye, Gassy,” said Big Ben. “ You've got ter take a hidin’, sartin sure.” “Do your will, men,” said Foix, hissing the words through ‘ 4 his set teeth; “accursed be the hand which lays the scourge — 4 Connielxoolks. com