Beadle's Dime Novels No. 310: Foghorn Phil — page 59: what you’re looking at

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A SPY. 661 T’}l tell you: the captain o’ that consarn and a certain other feller has had a trap set to ketch you very gals, and tuey hired that double-dyed devil, Alt Ramee, renegade Sioux chief, to do the work, and he’s come mighty nigh it, I tell ye.” “And who js that certain other fellow in league with your captain ?” asked Pauline. ‘God bless ye, gal, I—I daren’t tell ye now.” “And so you are one of that captain’s crew ?” said Pauline, a tinge Of scorn in her. voice. “ Wal, I won’t say that I am, Miss, though I don’t want to creep round the truth. Im hired by them Milk Riverites as their scout and guide, and I endeavor to sarve ’em, so far as right and honesty is consarned. Monev’s what I’m arter, and» I don’t keer who J git it of, so I git it bout straight. I’m not hired to steal gals and shoot them as are enemies to the Milk River crew, but simply to take a canoe and go on in ad- vauce of the boat and see that no traps are set fur’em. I war reconnoiterin’ ahead to-night, lookin’ fur a campin’- ground, when-I happened hereaways, and now I’ve got my hands chock-full. But Pll let ’em go to blazes afore Pll de- sart you, gals; but I kin sarve both. Ive got to stick to ’em fellers until a certain time, fur to tell you the truth, gals, I’m more in the empl’y of the Dig Horn Traders than ’em_ thar. Milk Rivers—secret service, you see—as a spy. So come with me; I’ve a canoe right here, in which Vl run you up to a safe pint, then come back and — the traders to a campin’- place,” Iie led the way down to the water’ s edge, where a small sanoe was moored, and assisting the maidens into it, he en- tered, took up the paddle, and started the craft down the stream, keeping close in under the shadows of the east shore, to avoid discovery. Jn this manner they journed on until a bend in the river concealed the flat-boat from view ; then he pulled boldly out into the stream and pnshed the canoe rap- idly forward. Ina few minutes more they came to a group of small islands, and to the smallest of these he pulled up, saying : 2. On this island, gals, I want you to stay till I return with some food and blankets. Tl be here within three hours, and then we can make furiber ’rangements fur escape. Tm goin’ «Fi Ccomicloooks.comn