Beadle's Dime Novels No. 309: Mountain Ned — page 39: what you’re looking at

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THE MAN OF TRUTH'S LUNCH. Possible that she has’ utterly forgotten the friends ‘of her Youth 9” é Yes,” said the chief; “your child has forgotten you.” in Liar 1” cried a commanding voice, as a tal) figure, wear- 8 the fantastic dress of a free trapper, forced his way into e lndge, It was our odd friend, Veracity Snodgrass. ie 1 don’t want to tell nobody he’s a liar, you understand,” eid, “but ’m a man of truth myself. I never told a lie, I ain’t goin’ to low any one’else to lie while I stand by. ranger, that ain’t your darter, an’ J know it.” bre ver Lance, with a wild yell of rage, bounded to his feet, “dishing a batchet in his hand, while Veracity coolly “OUght his rifle to a level. “I don’t hanker arter no man’s ‘ ‘ you know, but [ allow [Jl mark you down ef you move “Pp. Po Veracity Snedgrass, an’ Im a mounvin rooster, , fen Pm hungry I eat Injuns fer fun. I ain’t hungry now, “Use I junched on four ’Rapahoes an’ a ’Pash . poppoose up ay 9n the hills. You set down, Silver Lance, or Pll drive Shtnin’ rile thru you.” ; , °- Look at bim !” shouted the chief, “ He is the Great Li- With the plains. His mouth never opens unless he speaks Chive. forked tongue, and he dares come bere to tempt a great “t Of the tribe.. Let him speak; 1 will hear the lics of a dite dog.” ~ th “Senor, that ain't your gal. I’ve see’d this gal long afore ee hyar, an’ I know where she were taken. It were 1 by the Rio Grande, an’ her father’s a stockman on Cun- ‘mpbell’s stock ranche, an’-his namé is Miguel Gomez. ial love your heart, 1 wur thar when ‘she war taken, my- Catarina Gomez is her name.” is i girl started suddenly and looked at the speaker in- «2? 88 if the name awoke old memories. fix}, s Sa cabin by the Riv Grande,” continued Veracity, | ing S hiv eye intently upon those of the girl, and now speak- . ... the Mexican patois; a little girl, eight years old, is ani.” by the stream. She is chasin’ butterflies and goes de’ 8nd further away from the cabin. I am at the door, eh wine with Miguel Gomez, and the mother of the Rirl is watching from the door. The child chases the butte ce “Werflies into a thick bush ; we heay' a’screrm from her lips »% th . * comicbooks.com