Beadle's Dime Novels No. 305: The Girl Scout — page 45: what you’re looking at

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THE SECRET OUT, 49 shoot, burn and slay. J smell blood in the air, night and day, until the murderers of poor Rod ar’ dead.” The two sat until night began to close in, when Old Jess took the lead and together they made their way out of the swamp. So well did Turner know the ground that when they emerged from the swamp, it was within a few rods of his cabin, A light shone in the window, and when they came in, splashed with mud and water, they found supper smoking on the rude board, while Jennie and Maud were seated before the fire, conversing in low tones upon some subject. of such interest to them, that when Old. Jess pushed open the door, they did not hear him. Jennie was speaking, “ And so, dear, you have my secret, the secret heart of wild Jen Carroll. I would die for Rod Phelps, if I must do it to save his life.” . | The,two men looked at one another with wild, startled eyes. They had suspected this, but the plain avowal made their task harder to.bear, Fearing that she would say some- thing more, and with that innate delicacy which dwells in the heart of the true gentleman, no matter bow ragged his coat, Jess Turner dropped the butt of his rifle heavily upon the threshold, while Wallace stepprd back out of sight. Both girls started up, but Maud broke into a laugh ag she saw who it was. “Why, father! You look as if you had been dragged through a mud-hole, I don’t think I ever saw such an ob- ject before. Where have you been ?” “Never mind my looks, gal,” said Old Jess, dropping heavily into a seat. “Mr Burton ain’t so much better off than I am,” Jennie Carroll laughed lightly as Wallace also appeared, much the worse for the mud of the swamp. “ Now it only needs Rod Phelps to make up the mess,” she cried. “By your fealty to me, Rodney Pielps, 1 com- mand you to appear.” | Ab, you could not know, poor girl, that your invocation fell upon ears which could not hear, that the lips which had pressed yours were dumb. Wallace Burton’s heart gave a great throb, and he leaned against the wall for support. Jeunie stepped to the dour and repeated her invoextion and connicloooks.com