Beadle's Dime Novels No. 305: The Girl Scout — page 75: what you’re looking at

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THE OUTLAW’S PRIZE. 79 “Tt may be, but it is not the way with Garry Forsythe. You did not tell me your name, captain.” “Gaston Foix.” “ Heard of you in Huntsville and am proud to serve un- der you. Here comes your party, I reckon, by the noise they make.” Two horsemen came splashing through the swamp in ad- vance and forced their way through the bushes to the island. They were the men who had been called out with Buck Bracer before the captain left the secret baunt.. Another horseman appeared, the redoubtable Buck himself, mounted upon tke black colt which was the especial pride of Old Jess Turner, and leading his own horse, upon which, securely bound to the saddle, but proud and defiant in her bearing, rode Maud Turner. Gaston Foix stepped out and greeted her with a smile. CHAPTER. X1. GARRY FORSYTHE’S MISSION, At the sight vf that handsome, Mephistophilean face, dey- ilish in its beauty, Maud Turner understood by whose order she had been brought there, and the glance of scornful sur- prise with which she greeted him might have — another man, but had no effect on him, 2 Yat are quick to perceive that it is owing tome that you make this sudden flitting from your home, my dear girl,” he said, with his usual careless laugh, “In fact, 1 have made - up my mind that fair measures are lost upon you, and that force ig the only means to employ. Iam delighted beyond Measure to welcome you to my wildwood home.” “T thought you a wicked man,” was the reply of the forest beauty, “I never thought you a coward until now.” “A coward!’ hissed Gaston Foix, laying his hand upon the pistol in his belt, ‘“ Perdition !” “Prove your manhood, you dastardly hound. Draw your pistol and shoot me down, like a murderer, as you are. I Comic OolkkS.COhn