Beadle's Dime Novels No. 305: The Girl Scout — page 95: what you’re looking at

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KATE CONQUERED. 99 recoiled as he saw so many enemies. Among the rest he caught sight of Garry Forsythe. “Traitorous young dog!” he hissed. “ You betrayed me ° to my enemies. Then take your doom.” The pistol cracked and Garry wavered for a moment and fell into the arms of Wallace Burton. Before you could have counted two Gaston Foix leaped into the air, shot through the heart by Big Ben Slawson. As Wallace laid the silent form of Garry upon the earth, the light mustache became detached and he saw looking up at him the wan face of Jen- nie Carroll! Jack Byreton was not dead. He raised himself on his el- bow, dazed and stunned, and pointed into the passage at the back. Ben Slawson rushed in and quickly emerged, carry- ing in his arms a man in whose emaciated face it was hard to trace the lineaments of Rod Phelps the young surveyor. As he caught sight of the pale face upon Wallace Burton’s knee, he uttered a cry of agony and caught her in his arms, feeble as he was. “She is mine—mine in life or death !” he cried. “ Where is the man who killed her?” “There,” replied Wallace, solemnly pointing to Gaston Foix, “The murderer has met the fate he merited.” ‘ Bring water, some one,” cried the young man. “ Why do you hesitate when it may save her life? You are some- thing of a surgeon, Mr. Burton, for God’s sake do all you can.” . At this moment Gabe Best came in with a can of water in his hand. He had only left Jack Byreton a moment be- fore, and the bloody scene before him caused him to start back in horror and surprise. “ Give me the water,” cried Wallace, snatching it from his hand. “ And don’t go away, Gabe,” said Ben Slawson. “I want ou.” , “T ain’t going to run,” replied Gabe, quietly. “I reckon [ve got to the end of my rope. ‘What man among you was mean enough to shoot a man with irons on his hands?’ I didn’t think it of you.” “ Gaston Foix did it!’ cried Byreton. “ Don’t blame the boys.” conmiclooolks.comn)