Beadle's Dime Novels No. 310: Foghorn Phil — page 37: what you’re looking at

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Lal @ A TRAITOR. 359 the divils are under thar, and can’t git onto the island by Comin’ out and climbin’ over the bank—it’s too high—no, they’re tunnelin’ up thro’ !” “Do you have any.idea how many there are under the ak ?—do you know there are any at all there?” asked Ayles- Werth, “In course thar are Injins thar, tho’ L never see’d one o’ them ; and it stands to reason that if they are there, they’re there fur a purpose; and that purpose is our massacre; and Af one’s thar, Pll bét thar’s enuff thar to wallop thunder outen US if they git half a chance.” “Tf such is the case, Phil, how does it come that they are ere ?” “ Whith, colonel ?” ; ~ “I mean, how did the Indians know so well that we wer Soing to encamp here, for I suppose, of course, they were fre before we came ?” et afte eilt “ Now, you’re comin’ at the p’int, colonel; the wust is to Dedold: thar’s a cussed traitor in our crew that’s told the red 18 we war goin’ to land here !” “ Good heavens, Phil! is this true !” ‘s “Yas, colonel; and who would you ‘guess that traitor ar 2? R : Before the colonel could reply, there came a dull thump— “sound like that made by the fall of a heavy body on the “arth. No other sound, however, followed it, and they were About to resume their conversation, when the keen, cat-like “gy of Foghorn Phil caught the dusky outlines of a human “rm swing off from the leaning tree overhead, and drop, With Scarcely a sound, to the earth. | ~ Easy, colonel, easy, for heavens sake! The red devils © droppin’ from the clouds, and comin’ up from the inferno butcher us alive !” ws connicloooks. conn