Beadle's Dime Novels No. 305: The Girl Scout — page 59: what you’re looking at

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CF Sas TOUCHING THE RAW. 63 © “No, no,” cried Frisbee, earnestly ; “I made a circuit in the canoe, about a hundred yards from the island, and let her see that there was no body. Then she tried the rifle on me, and allowed she’d give me up to the committee. You know that was more than I could bear, Cap.” “Tt would have been rough on you to get into Ben Slaw- son’s hands,” said Gaston, with a grin. “How did you like it?” said satin quietly. “ You know how it is yourself.” For a single moment the life of Fr isbee hung suspended in the balance, for he saw the hot blood spirt up into the face of bis captain, while his hand closed upon the hilt of a knife, Frisbee flashed out his bowie in wild alarm, but Gaston qui- etly waved him back, ° “You may have a long life before you, Jim Frisbee,” he said. “I hope that you have, but you were never nearer death than you were a moment since. Never, if you wish to live, dare to speak of that day in Huntsville. I warn you in all calmness to ever bear this in mind, or you may not live long.” “You drove me to say it, Cap,” replied Frisbee. “I don’t see what call you had to blow about my being afraid of Ben Slawson and old Jess Turner. I don’t say it ain’t true, but I don’t like to hear about it any better’n you do.” “ Let us both avoid the subject then,” said Gaston. “T am glad I allowed myself time to think, for this very day = sent Jack Byreton to the cave prison because he opposed me.” “ Jack ain’t a bad fellow.” | “No; he is not bad enough, the iniitcai He was crying because Rod Phelps—” here his voice dropped go low that Jennie could not hear bim, and kept up the tone through 4 long sentence, when he continued, more loudly—‘ But the less we say upon the subject the better for all Concerned, Don’t speak of it to me unless it is absolutely necessary. If I had not thought that the safety of the band demanded this, at my hands, I should never have done it; but I have the proud consciousness in my heart that I have done good serv- ice to my men.” “T don’t say you ain’t, Cap,” said the man; “I’m some like Jack Byreton though ; I’m sorry for Rod Phelps.” COMME IOOKXS.COM