Beadle's Dime Novels No. 309: Mountain Ned — page 47: what you’re looking at

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‘SAFE DOCTRINE. 49 “Vat ish de madder mit you?” demanded the Dutch- man. “Matter! Do you see that balloon burning above us? Man alive, that tells me that my gallant rangers are ont yon- * der and waiting for me.” “Vat off dot ?” “T’m going to join them at once.” The man suspended his work and looked at the speaker in silent wonder. “T ton’t know off I vas awake or r sughleen, Mynheer Camp- bell. Do you dole me dot you vas leaf dis gelt unt go mit dem fighting mans ?” “Yes; all the gold of the West wouid not hold me, for [ have given my word. Do you come with me ?” “ Nix; you go mit yourself unt fight, vue I stay Sere unt tig gelt. Vell, I ton’t ask half der fighting ; but, off you cooms pack I gifs you half der gelt.” “ “ Have your own way, Jan,” gaid Campbell. “ I’m off now, but, before we leave the Con anche ¢2untry I agree to give you a call. And if you haven’t got more gold than we can lift, we'll ‘ tote’ you back to the Brazos.” “Dot vas goot,” exclaimed Jan Pliester. “Vell I stay here unt make gelt vile you gone. oud mit dem fighters. 1 hefer fights ven Ican make gelt Mit oud.” _ “That is good, safe doctrine, my boy,” laughed Campbell, as he tightened his belt preparatory to a forced miarch, “ However, ‘he who fights and runs away, may live to fight another day; but, if my Brazos boys can’t whip five times their number of howling Comanches, may I never again draw a bead on an ehemy. Good-by, old boy, and keep as close as you can J-would not use the roer any more than I could help, because the Comanches might) think it is a mountain howitzer and run off the game we want. There is enough jerked venison to last you ‘three weeks and our work will be done, long before that, I assure you.” ell habit had made Mountain Ned the equal of the TIn- dian on the trail, and he passed on rapidly until, just at sun- bet; he reached a slope which overlooked the. prairie and saw ar out on the plain, the camp of the rangers. “Your men, Captain Campbell?” demanded a musical Comicbookxs. com aed