Beadle's Dime Novels No. 305: The Girl Scout — page 32: what you’re looking at

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236 THE GIRL TRAILER. “T am ashamed to see you engaged in this business, Mr. Burton,” said Jennie. “You hardly understand it, I think,” said Wallace, remov- | ing his hat, and showing the track of the bullet along his — scalp. “That is the mark of your worthy cousin. And, what is more, it was a shot fired from behind’when I stepped between him and the pistol of Big Ben Slawson.” | “ That’s a scandalous fac’, Miss Jen,” cried Big Ben. “ Ef © this critter hadn’t come in atween thar would be one skunk — less on the airth. I don’t keer ef be is your cousin; he’s a low, dirty skunk, an’ one of these days you'll say so too. D’ye want a hoss to ride back to Tarner’s ?” | “ Yes,” said Jennie, sadly, for she felt that, after all, Gaston — had only received his just deserts. ‘“ Will you lend me one?” — “Sartin; you kin hev old Voleano, the best mustang this — side the Rockies.” ‘Nonsense; I will give him five lengths start on a mile — and beat him with my black, and Cub is not a match for | Turner’s colt. But bring him out, and I will try to get to Turner’s with him.” With a snort of discontent, old Ben went away and re- iurned shortly, leading a white mustang somewhat advanced in years, but yet showing traces of great powers. Jennie caught the bridle and leaped lightly into the saddle. “ Will you ride back, Mr. Burton?” she asked. “TI came away from Turner’s, because Rod Phelps made me mad, and now Il am going back to give him as good as he sends. T’]l teach him a lesson before the night is over.” q Wallace laughed as he mounted, and the two rode away at — a rapid rate while the party on the green looked after them smilingly. “J wouldn’t give more than a thousand dollars for that young man’s life,” said one of the party. “ Those two will mark him down inside of three months.” r “Bah?” replied Big Ben. “ Non comprendy, as they say on the border of lake Winnepeg. Tl kill that pup myself inside of three weeks, I’m a thinking. An’ that boy, though he don’t fight duels, kin take keer of hisself, every time.” 7 “Pm jubous we'll hev to go back to the old ‘Regulation? boys,” said another. “I hope them days ain’t coming back.” — —— ae le el? sec: Dis ee oe Comicbooks.conis