Beadle's Dime Novels, No. 91: The Lost Cache — page 50: what you’re looking at

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52 THE LOST CACHE: Just before he fell asleep, he muttered to himself; “ ’Tain’t the same party.. Are these uns waitin’ fur the gal? . Are they huntin’ fur the gold? Hang ’em! I-wish they’d got but: one head, and I-had the skelpin’ of; it!” ® OHAPTER VIII. _ STUBBORN FORT MYERS. WHEN “i Chenault, Myers and Farrar returned to their camp, after their successful search for the square buried stone, they were full of glee, and anxious to be full of supper, for their exaltation had increased their appetite. . Supper was pre- ‘pared accordingly, and the savory fragrance of boiling meat soon pleasantly saluted their nostrils, and them “the sense of taste was added to on of smell, hem all sppeeteds to feel good. When supper was finished, and pipes were lighted, Pete Green, usually silent'and reserved, came out with an import- ant communication, which he salons in these copes words : ) “'Thar’s sign.” “What sign ?” “What:do you mean, Pete Green ?” “ Helio! -what’s up now ?” “T didn’t say nothin’ about it,’ answered Pete Glatt to-all these queries, “’cause I saw ye was busy, and was afeard it mought hinder yer work... And then, I didn’t want to -spile -yer supper. - But thar’s sign.” “Out with it, Pete,’ said Farrar, “and tell us what-it. is. Is it Injin sign? Any thin’ awful skeary ?”. ‘Injin sign,’ answered the sententious Pete. “I saw it this mornin’. I went out and shot a black-tail—” * What isa black-tail ?” asked Harry. ‘A black-tail deer, and that’s his meat what ye’ve otha eat- in’. fur supper to proveit.” — . “Deuctd good proof,” said Miron loosening his pi comicbooks.com