Beadle's Dime Novels No. 305: The Girl Scout — page 79: what you’re looking at

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A CHOKING. 83 - his throat, which seemed to be encireled by an iron band, “You've dun it once too off’n, Mister Gaston Foix.” “There, there, Buck,” replied. Foix; “let us say no more about this ridiculous business. It is very foolish, and you ought to have known better than to make me so angry ; you ought, indeed.” : “JT won’t do it again,” replied Buck, quietly. “It’s all right now, I s’pose, but you fastened on my throat like a tiger, an’ I don’t seem to like it, noways,” The boy, Forsythe, seemed to take the greatest delight in the scene. He stood laughing heartily while it was in pro-— gress, slapping his hand upon his thigh in a paroxysm of de- light as Buck Bracer gasped for breath. “ He’s a dirty coward, that chap,’ said Garry, as Buck turned away, “ but even a snake bas venom, and one day he may have it in his power to strike at you.” “T lave no fear,” said Gaston, haughtily. “If I. had I would bave shot him through the heart when he first in- sulted me. He knew well that the mention of that day at Huntsville drives me mad. I say, youngster, suppose you go in arid speak to the girl for me. She is so mad at me now that I dare not face her. What do you say ?” “T never was afraid of a woman yet,” replied the hoy, “and I don’t think I shall begin now, You have no idea how successful I have been with the dear creatures. What do you want me to do ?”. “ Simply to impress upon her that Gaston Foix is her pre- ‘ordained husband, and that pothing can save her from the fate she seems to dread.” “Are you not afraid that I shall make love to her on my own hook ?” demanded the boy, in an impudent tone. “T should twist your neck if you offered such a thing,” re- plied the captain, calmly. ‘Let him pass, Burrows; I have given him liberty to go in and speak to the prisoner.” Garry Forsythe flung open the door of the hut and walked briskly in. Mand, who was seated upon a low stool at the further end of the roow, merely looked up at him, and as she did se her suspicions scoped to vanish, for a more impu- dentlooking young demon was seldom seen. “ Good-day, my pretty one!’ he said, coolly. “Do you COMIC OOOKS.COK