Beadle's Dime Novels No. 305: The Girl Scout — page 6: what you’re looking at

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10 TRE GIRL TRAILER. a bloody fray. ‘This man was marked by a peculiar scar in the form of a crescent, which crossed his high forehead and gave it a strange, distorted appearance. . The third was an older man than either the half-breed or Foix, about whom there could be no doubt. Steeped in crime, he was not one to hesitate,-when interest made crime necessary—the sort of person who settles all difficulties with a bullet and always manages to fire first. His name was Buck Bracer, or so he was known upon the border, “ We stand under the arch of steel,’ said Gaston Foix, in a clear, mellow voice; “ and here I repeat the oath,” “ We three, solemnly swear, under the triple arch, that we will never reveal to any, be he whom he may, the secret of this island; that we will oppose in every way, even to the death, the approach of other persons ; that we will guard and keep this secret faithfully, and if we should fail in this, the trailor meets the doom of knife or bullet, in a brother’s hand. We swear!” | ‘We swear !” repeated the other two, solemnly. The arch of steel was broken and each one pressed his lips upon the blade. “ And now that this is done, Cap,” said Buck Bracer, “IT want to ask if we are to keep this as much a secret from the boys as the rest of the world 2?” “From all men, no matter who they may be,” replied Foix. “ We three are masters of the secret and we must re- tain it,” “That is good,” said the half-breed, “ Why should we, whv have been lucky, share our Juck with others who have passed the spot a hundred times and never dreamed of the secret? Tney call me Black Wolf in thesettlements, Bah ; Tam a wolf, and like » wolf I will defend this seeret. Be- ware that neither of you forgets,” “ Dowt raise on yer hucks on my aceount,’ said Buck Bracer. “I ain’t sech a nat’ral fool that I’d tell any one, No, no, my bully boys; Vl fight fur the secret till the teeth meet in the flesh and nothing but death kin make me loose my bold. You hear me.’ “T hear you,” said Foix, quietly. “ Fewer words night perhaps have been used, bul that does not matter now. I Comicbooks com