Beadle's Dime Novels No. 305: The Girl Scout — page 52: what you’re looking at

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56 THE GIRL TRAILER. pulp as he passed along. His purpose in doing this was soon apparent, for as they reached the lake shore he told Jack to stop, and splitting open the sleeve of his hunting-shirt he re- vealed the mark of the bullet, and saw that Jack had bled freely as they went. : “ You wouldn’t open your clam if you was dying,” cried Best, indignantly. . “ Why didn’t you say, you were hard hit, you fool.” ) 534, “It is a-mere. scratch,” replied « Byreton. “If my bullet had gone two inches to the right, the Secret Brothers would néed a captain now... But I say!) You may fix this thing up if you will, for it aches a little.” : Gabe drew his bowie, and) after feeling about for a while made an incision behind the shoulder, and the bullet which had passed nearly through the. fleshy part of the shoulder dropped out into his hand. He took out a very ragged hand- kerchief and formed it. into a bandage, and Placing , the pulp which he had been chewing upon the wound. on each side, he kept the medicine in place by means of the band- age. os “Tbere ain’t any medicine on earth equal to that for a fresh wound, Jack,” he said. ‘‘ Here’s the rest, of the leaves and when these get dry, Pll put on some, more, | You'll promise not to run away while we move the stone now.” ._ , Jack noddedand followed them.along the sand upon. the lake shore toa place where a huge stone leaned carelessly against the wall of rock; By the exertion of their utmost powers, the two men succeeded in moving this stone. aside, revealing an opening in the rock about three feet in hight. “ Crawl in, Jack,” said Gabe, “ and we’ll follow you,” Stooping low, Jack Byreton went forward, crouching for a distance of nearly a hundred yards, and stopped at an iron- studded door set into the rocks. . Buck Bracer, thrust back two powerful bolts and swung the door open, revealing a dark space beyond, Bracer stepped in; a match glimmered in his hand, and a wax candle which was set ‘in u niche, showed that they were in a room about twelve feet square, furnished with a rough table, a stool and some blankets. “Here we are, Jack,” said Best. “I’m mighty sorry to lock you in here, but it’s got to be did.” Comichbooksscom