Beadle's Dime Novels No. 305: The Girl Scout — page 30: what you’re looking at

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34 THE GIRL TRAILER a} disgraced man. A streak of red appeared at once upon the flesh such was the force of the blow. The grating of the tortured man’s teeth could be heard as be clenched them, and one was actually broken by the violence with which they were pressed together. Again and again the goad descended, but not a cry could the agony wring from Gasion Foix. He seemed now impervious to pain, and muttered savagely to himself, as blow after blow fell. His eyes seemed literally to emit flashes of fire. The tenth blow had fallen and the blood was streaming down his back from every stripe. “ Come away,’ whispered Wallace, to Mr. Ryan; “I can’t stand this. I Be strike Ben if I stay, and he has been a good friend to me.’ “ Border justice, border justice,” said Mr. Ryan. “ The scamp deserves it——deserves it. Come into the office.” The two had turned to go away, avd the whistling goad was again descending, when the beat of coming hoofs was heard, and Jennie Carroll came flying up on her noble black, riding man-fashion, and, scattering the bordermen right and left, cut the cord above the prisoner’s wrists, with a small bowie knife. ‘What do you mean by this, Ben Slawson ?” she cried, flashing the bowie before his eyes, “Ive a good mind to give you a taste of cold steel. What has he done, you brute ? And you stood by and saw it done, Mr. Burton !” “T did all I could to stop it,” replied Wallace, actually ap- palled by the flashing eyes of the Amazon. “ He deserved some punishment.” ‘“ Now look hyar, Spitfire,” said big Ben Slawson. “ The boys will stand most enny thing from you, but. you mustn’t interfere in this case. He tried to murder Mr. Burton hyar— shot ae from behind, too, an’ Pve got his bullet in my arm now. “Then fight him like a man, not beat him like a dog !” cried Jennie, as she sprung from the saddle and bent over — the disgraced man, who lay almost senseless on the ground, “ Bring water, whisky, any thing, you useless louts! Oh, I have a mind to—why don’t you give me something to wash his poor back ?” “ Hold on, Jennie,” said the wounded man, rising feebly. Comicbooksrcom —————— Oe ee ee a 4