Beadle's Dime Novels No. 305: The Girl Scout — page 63: what you’re looking at

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ORGANIZING. 07 of chairman those of a judge, and demanded the further pleasure of the meeting. “T move we perceed to elect a captain an’ two leftenants, ? cried Jess Turner. “Second the mosh’,” yelled Old Ben. The question was put and carried; and the committee bal- loted for captain. Old Jess Turner was elected, much to his surprise and disgust. The ballots for lieutenants resulted in the election of Ben Slawson and Wallace Burton. The latter would have declined, but at a whisper from old Jess he kept silent. _ “The boys mean bizzness when they guv a man an office,” said the old trapper. “ They won’t like it ef you go back on ’em.” Five men had been sent out to the lake to see if they could find the body. They returned, soon after the meeting was organized, and reported that they were attacked near the shore by a concealed party, who seemed more desirous of driving them off than doing them any injury. One of these men pro- duced a piece of crumpled paper which had been picked up on the road, and which proved to be the warning of the Se- cret Brothers which Rodney had found pinned to the bed- clothes upon the morning of his death. This was handed up to the President, who read it aloud. “It seems from this that when we root out the horse-thieves —thieves—calling themselves Secret Brothers—Brothers, we avenge Rodney Phelps; ’um—umph! TI leave it to you, Captain Turner, and your brave men, men. T’ll fight in the ranks, ranks. My Irish blood is up, and I am getting mad, madder, every hour. ’Um, umph !” said Ryan. ¥ Lead us on,” was the cry, and a hundred avengers were in the saddle. Pick your men from the armies of the world and you would find no such force of fighters as those who rode behind Captain Jess Turner. “We won't go nigh the lake,” said old Jess, as they rode on. “I don’t want the cusses to know that the committee is out yit, and we'll come down on ’em like the wrathy whirl- wind. Let us lay low, a day or two, and by that time the ' gcouts "ll tell us whar to strike.” As he spoke he placed himself at the head of the column, comlicbooks. com