Bonny Jean, and A Severe Threat — page 70: what you’re looking at

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ar. . .- BONNY JEAN. 63 CHAPTER XII. DEAD! On dashed Flirt, the lithe young rider erect upon the bare back of the fleet creature. It was not the first ride that Lady had ever taken without a saddle, but she began to imagine that it was destined to be her last, for Flirt fairly flew along, like a wild thing, and Lady could no more have controlled the horse in its present temper than she could have controlled the wind. She gave up at length, and allowed Flirt the rein, trusting to her sagacity not to break her own neck, Lady had found out now, without a doubt, who was the leader of the vigilantes, and her heart sank as she recollected her own rash deed, for she was well aware that the villain would never rest until he had had his revenge. She was certain that, unless she could keep out of his way in some manner, he would take her life; for, of course, it would be her duty to reveal his true character to the people of the surrounding country ; and, once revealed, Gabriel Black’s life was not worth a rye straw. If she could only keep out of his clutches! But she was all alone—a frail, defenseless woman. How could she succeed ?- On, on dashed Flirt. For hours they rodé as mad a race as that of the famous Tam O'Shanter. Even in her perilous posi- tion, Lady could not refrain from smiling at the comparison. ‘Tt only needs the witches !” she exclaimed, half aloud, and laughing a merry little ringing laugh as Flirt tore on—through a ‘‘branch’—and over the waters like a winged creature, safe to the other side. Riding without a saddle, with no wrap, or even a hat on her head, Lady’s position was not an enviable one; but she had risked her own life to save her beloved horse, and she must accept the consequences. On they went. The Eomichbooks (ee)