Beadle's Dime Novels No. 38: The Wrong Man — page 23: what you’re looking at

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DEVISING A PLOT. 25 cf the morning, suppressing only that part which the ped- dler would probably haye most gloried in telling. His companion listened to the story with a contracted brow, as if not pleased with its purport; and at its conclusion he ex: pressed a fear that the hunter’s being thus seen lurking in the neighborhood, when it was supposed he had set off for Can- ada, might have a tendency to excite suspicions that would defeat his plans. “ Never fear, Hugh,” replied Overton; “faint heart never won fair lady. Leaye all to me, and I'll steer through these riffles yet.” “The men grumble for being kept so long after the boat loaded,” said the other. “They shan’t need to wait much longer, anyhow,” an- ered the hunter. “ The river is falling every minute. There is hardly water ow to carry us over the Falls.” “ Well, well, Hugh,” replied the hunter, impatiently, * Pll finish the job this night, come what will of it. Do you get the hands together, and start down by sunset. I'll meet you at the big rock in the Round Bend; and if I ain’t there by the time the moon goes down, why then start on to Orleans without me.” “I’m dubious about this business,” said Hugh, hesitatingly. “The old man has eyes like a hawk.” “ And why can’t you contrive to draw the hawk from its nest? There’s that old clearing you've been bantering about —set the trap with that beit, and you'll catch the oli Cunning as he is.” yr comiclooks.comn