Beadle's Dime Novels, No. 91: The Lost Cache — page 53: what you’re looking at

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A GHOST ORSSOMETHING WORSE, : BE fall of their leader, rolled and tumbled down the slope, ming!- ing themselves, as much as they could, with the herbage and the ground, until they got themselves and their wounded well away from that stubborn little fort. “T believe the red rascals have given us up as.a ‘bad job, ; and are satisfied with their lesson,” said Harry, as he watched their retreating forms, and then produced a flask from a wagon. “AsI have no doubt that we are all terribly thirsty, I pro- pose that we drink the health of the gallant defenders of Fort Myers.” “T second the toast,” said Myers, “not so much out of re- spect to the gallant defenders, as out of Abi Scan for the dryness of my throat.” “ Wa-al, fightin’ zs thirsty work, and I don’ t heer efItakea — bite off the same beaver tail... What do you say, Pete Green ?” _ Thus propounded Ben Farrar, and Green, who had not yet made himself. visible, answered with a groan, and a faint re- quest that, if it was brandy, it might be handed to him. “ Hello, Pete, what’s the matter with you? Hev’ ye got an onlucky wipe in this yere skrimmage? Durned if ye heyn’t. Taste of this, old boy, and we'll fix ye up.” - @ » «Tell ye what, Ben Farrar, did ye hear me screech r: “ T heerd suthin’ awful. What was the matter i _“T saw a ghost, Ben, or suthin’ wuss.” | “ That black-tail must have been too strong for him ” sug- gested Harry. | “?T wasn’t no black-tail, sir. Ben, that chap who cut mex— the chap you knocked over—who do ye s’pose he was ?” “S’posed he war’ some durned red-skin.” “Ben Farrar, that. chap was Burt Adams !” “ Thunder and snakes! Pete, are you sure ’twas him ?” “ Sartin ; that’s what made’ me sereech so.” : “ Boys, it’s no use talkin’; we will hey’ to, look out sharp. Ef that villain is around, we'll hey’ hot times yet.” The young gentlemen ‘were. anxious to. know who Burt Adams was, and all about him, but the hunter was not in the humor for telling them. “Not to-night, boys; not to-night. Be us make Pete Green as comfortable as we ken, and then let those who. are able get some sleep, for thar’ll be work to do te-morrer.” COMICOOKS. COM