Bonny Jean, and A Severe Threat — page 85: what you’re looking at

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"8 “BONNY JEAN. a narrow entry, then down a flight of winding, tortuous stairs, | On they went, sometimes in danger of falling; but no acci- dent occurred, and ere long they felt the cool night air blowing upon their faces, and knew that they were outside of the dreadful Red Tavern. They strained their eyes through the darkness, to discover, if possible, the identity of their guide, But the utmost en- deavors failed to elicit more than a dark figure, which hastened on noiselessly before them, and led the way through winding passages, in among trees and bushes, with a quick, _ cat-like tread, which was perfectly inaudible. ‘‘Don’t speak a word!” whispered the voice of the unseen guide; ‘‘we are getting on dangerous ground now.” The two women could distinguish nothing through the gloom, and still trusting themselves to the guidance of their unknown friend, they. made their way as rapidly as possible onward, All at once they came to a halt, and Mrs. Conway felt the hand of the stranger, which held her own, grow suddenly cold, and tremble violently. ‘““My God!" ejaculated their guide, in tones of deepest terror, ‘‘it is he—Gabriel Black. We are lost/” CHAPTER XVI. WHAT HAPPENED TO PHILIP. The vigilantes hemmed Philip in on all sides, and prepared to make short work of it this time. ‘“Hangin’s too good for him !” exclaimed one of the band— a burly ruffian named Cooper. ‘‘I move we give him a taste oO somethin’ else.” ‘‘ What?” queried half a dozen hoarse voices in concert, while his comrades flocked nearer, like buzzards around car- rion—‘‘ what do you mean, Cooper?” (e(o) Eomichooks =