A League of Three: Boy's Detective Stratagems — page 18: what you’re looking at

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A LEAGUE OF THREE. Maybe he’s starved to death, eh? ‘Then there’s no grub.” “And there will be no trade if he’s dead; we are his heirs.” Again the two men laughed, and one of them barked again and Madie still lay perfectly quiet. “Hang it, pard, I believe he is dead.” “Shake him.” “ Not me.” | “What’s the matter?” “1 don’t put my hands on the dead.” “Why not?” | | “Well, I don’t want to be haunted.” _ “ You’re a fool.” “Am I?” es Y as. 9 ‘ | “Well, he’s there; you feel him. See if he is cold yet.” “No, it’s your turn.” “My tum?” - Yes.” % x Didn't I go through the covie last night? Yes, it’s your turn.” “TH yell.” “All right, yell.” The man uttered a yell almost lond and hideous enough | to arouse the dead, and the sleeper did not move. “Pard, he’s dead. ‘ “All right; let’s take possession of our inheritance.” “Go ahead.” “No; you go it.” “No, you go.” “What’s the matter—are you afraid?” “Yes, [am afraid. I ain’t afraid of no living thing; out, pard, I am a little shaky when it comes to feeling of a ‘stiff.’ ” (Ele) Pa’ st 7 | - hin GOImicbooksco! - Ps i) iy da ns sa ae aT EA Ey he eee iE ab hd ed 1a Peat haw ; EOP Pra 4 ll les ~~ — Aah. re & | \