Beadle's Dime Novels No. 305: The Girl Scout — page 5: what you’re looking at

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THE GIRL TRAILER. CHAPTER TI. THE THREE CROSSED BLADES. “WE swear !” Scene, a small island not far from the mainland upon that vast lake, Superior—in the northern wilds of Minnesota, a vast expanse of country, rich in precious and useful metals— how rich no man knows. “ We swear !” The solemn words seemed to pierce the arches of the grand old woods with marvelous distinctness. The dreadful earn- estness in the tone of the speakers left uo doubt upon the mind that they meant what they said. | Three strong men they were—types of three different na- tionalities, we might say of four—for one of them was a half-breed Sioux. They stood upon the little island, which was scarcely two hundred rods in circumference, nothing more than a rock protruding from the water, three hundred yards from the mainland. The men were grouped in a circle, each with his right foot adVanced and his right arm extended, grasping a bright bowie, the three blades crossed above their heads, forming an arch of steel. The one who seemed fitted by nature for the leadership of the party was perhaps thirty yeare of age, with a handsome face, deep blue-black hair and flashing eyes, out of which, when he was angry, a cruel devil looked. He was tall, fully six feet, and every limb and muscle bespoke the possession of tremendous strength. His name was Gaston Foix, of French descent, although he seldom spoke»the lan- guage, The next in order was the half-breed, a man more slightly built than Foix, but in whose wiry frame dwelt a power of endurance which had brought him off conquerer from many CoOmicooolks.conn