Beadle's Dime Novels No. 305: The Girl Scout — page 37: what you’re looking at

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A LITTLE Jor. Al credit to an Apache, and leaped at least three feet from the earth. “Oh, the owdashus; unprincipulled. ruffians!” he abe, * Oh, the scum of the airth—the unb’iled, unwashed, redicu- lous humbugs! Hz»’r must be lifted; I feel a hankerin’ arter ‘wool, and bins] I must hev!” “ Thonn) coo), old man,” said Phelps, laughing, “ Put the finger of dilencé on the lip of discretion, if youlove me. I’m of the opinion that the time is coming when the ‘ committees’ must come out and doa little of the old-time work of hang- | ing, and Gaston Foix, before he knows it; may ornament a swinging-bough.” “ Let’s give chase,” said Wallace; “perhaps we may earth the dog before he gets home,” ae “ No use now, my boy,” said Phelps, “ There isn’t aman in this section who can catch Black Wolf; when he once strikes a lope. No, let it rest now, and one of these days we'll hunt him up, the dirty dog. Look here+-I’m going to ride down after my instruments, and I’j] be back here before sun-up. to-morrow.’ | They went back to the house, and the good-natured young surveyor, with a jolly good-by to all, rede away toward the village. He had not gone a mile when the rustle of the bushes be- side the path warned him tbat he had neighbors, and bis rifle was cocked and ready, A dark form stole out of the bushes and stood in the path. ‘“ Hullo, stranger,” cried Phelps; “ please get out of the wily. We shoot mighty Close, sometimes, out here in Minne- sota, “Ts that you, Rod Phelps ?” replied a voice, which he re- cognized as that of Gaston Foix. “Yes; is it Foix?” cried Rod; bending forward to look closer, in’ the dusk of the evening. * Ayy ay,” replied Gaston, coming nearer. “ You are the very man I wished to’see. Can I get You fordo a little job for me, to-morrow ?” “Pm engaged for that day and the next,” replied Rod. “Do you want some land run hout Pr 6“ Yes,” connicloooks.com