Beadle's Dime Novels No. 305: The Girl Scout — page 73: what you’re looking at

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A PLEA UNHEEDED. 77 ing his way cautiously through the swamp. © Dropping prone Upon the. earth he peeped. through the bushes and saw a Person advancing with a rifle on bis shoulder, in whom he recognized one of the men who,had jeered at him when he Was under the lash at Huntsville. He was a young ferent Saul Davids by name. . “The second. man!” hissed the outlaw, as he cocked his rifle. “ He is on my trail, and he is doomed.” Davids advanced slowly and carefully. . His feet. touched the island and as he parted the bushes to enter the opening he was aware of the-terrible figure which arose, rifle in hand, to confront him. _“ Come on!” hissed Gaston . Foix... “ You are no. better than a dead dog, you, who laughed atthe insults heaped, Upon me at Huntsville.” “ Mercy,” pleaded Davids, who could not reach a weapon in time. “ Merey.. 1—” The bullet was in his brain, id throwing up his hands the unfartunate man fell dead in his tracks at the feet of bis Murderer, who dropped the butt of his rifle upon the earth and coolly blew out the smoke. “T may as well put the carrion out of sight,” he said. “She would see it and it might work against me.” He raised the body in his arms and carried it to the edge. of the island, where he flung it intoa deep pool; it sunk: at once. “Then he coolly washed his hands and went back. to his rifle, which he loaded carefully. He had scarcely done so when he heard some one else making a WAY thrapgh the swamp. “Another! If it were only Ben Slawson or Wallace Burton it would be too much luck for one day.” He dropped behind the bushes and saw the boy who had given his name is Garry Forsythe. He was walking ra- Pidly, giving a backward glance now and then as if he feared Pursuit. He, too, made for the island, and as he saw the armed outlaw he drew a pistol guickly. ‘Stand. back,” he gasped. “I will not be taken alive. I killed him in self-defense,” “Put up your pistol, my boy,” said Gaston, “ Who did you take me for ?” CcoOmmiclooOolkks.Conn