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48 THE GIRL TRAILER. _Jennie? Who will dare go back and tell her Met he i mur- dered? I ain’t got the pluck to do it fur one.” “Some one must tell her,” said’) Wallace, “ and T cannot do .it, so let-it be a woman,” Speak ‘to yout daughter first, and let her break thé news tenderly to her. Poor girl, poor girl. Underlying her. pretended, anger I could ‘read a déep love for the young surveyor, and [ fear that she will g0 mad. What do you propose to do?” “T perpose to lay Jow- until dark,,. anid then git home as quick. as mout be, and starteup a party to foller these men. They’ll watch the swamp mighty clust. but: they won't foller me hyar. They know my riflé too durned well. ‘Come along and I'll show ye a:camp.” | They tramped on over hummocks and _ logs, splashing through stagnant pools, each with his finger en his revolver ready for work on the. instant, and reached a small rman island, where they made a camp. “T’]] show you ont of this as:soon as dark. comes on,” said Jess. “Tl tell you what it is, thur’s suthing about this land you've bought that we don’t see yit, or they wouldn’t do muyder to keep it.” ‘“ What do you mean ?” “The hand that laid Rod Phelps in the dust will do as much for you if the chance ever comes. I, old Jess Turner, border keeracter and ginerally cussid old man, warn ye to look out for Gaston Foix.” “T suspect him,” muttered Wallace ; “but, who can prove that he murdered our friend? “You saw nearly a dozen men in chase of us and it might have been either of them.” “ We ain’t so durned particular about proof out hyar on the border,” said Old Jess. “Its nigh about enuff to suspect a& man with us, now you bet your life, All I kin say is, ef I meet Gaston Foix or Black Wolf, I'll let’em have *t for fun, ‘Vm a-talking bizness) You understand that, don’t you ?”’ You speak plainly enough,” said Wallace. “* How ne will it take to get your regulators together, think ?” “Four and twenty hours, when they know that Rod Phelps, the best boy in Minnesotur, hez bin shot down like a dog. It makes me wild when I think of it, and I want to Gomicbooksseom <