Beadle's Dime Novels No. 305: The Girl Scout — page 76: what you’re looking at

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80 THE GIRL TRAILER. believe, now, that your hard, and no other, killed Rodney Phelps, for you have showed me what you are capable of.” “This girl bas got a heap of slack in her tongue,” said Garry Forsythe. “I should not think you'd stand it as long as you can find hickory switches anywhere.” The cool way in which he said this utterly astounded Gas- ton Foix, and he looked at the boy to see if he could cetect any malicious mischief in his face. But the boy actually looked as’if be meant what he said. “You cold-blooded little villain !” he gasped.“ Do you think I would use such means as that ?” , ) “T’ve known it to tame a’woman’s tongue before now,” replied the lad, quietly. “I'll be cursed if some of them don’t need it, and if I am not very much peene ny this girl has the devil’s own temper.” “Never dare to hint at such a thing again, you young dog,” cried Gaston Foix. ‘“ You'll do for the Secret Brotherhood, if any one on earth will. You are more cruel than Black Wolf or Buck Bracer—more cruel than J am.” “Thankee; you do me mighty proud, captain. You see what I am—a fugitive, with the stain of blood on my hands, and a@ rope and tree awaiting me if Iam taken; so what have I to do with mercy ?” “That's the right spirit,” said Gaston, approvingly. “ Al- ways remember the fate in store for you if taken, and you will be true to the Secret Brotherhood. JT like you, my lad, and will prove it to you some day. Move on, boys; we’ll follow at once, You are on foot, Forsythe ?” “Bet your life! My horse was hit in the shoulder, and dropped just as I got into the edge of the swamp.” 5 “Lucky he didn’t drop before, or you would have been taken.” : “Bet your life I would. Cricky—that girl of yours is a roarer, captain; but she’s got a tongue as long as the bow- line of a frigate. You'll have some fun in trying to tone her down, I tell you.” ; “ Tl] tame her,” hissed Foix, as he looked out after the re- treating form of Maud Turner, “She hates me now, but when her new fancy, this cursed: Wallace Burton, is under , 5 wit« > > the sod, Pll have some chance. Qome on. Caimichoolcecon