In the Sunk Lands — page 145: what you’re looking at

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132 | IN THE SUNK LANDS. ed off, shaking like an aspen. It stiffened, its limbs moved once or twice, and it was dead! | Mr. Jimmerson ran up just then with an axe, followed by Sammy, Mr. B. Morris, and two others. “Well, Pl swap—” he explained, as he took in the situation, and then stopped. _ * Positions with me?’ asked Joe, faintly, as Treve and Bob helped him to his feet. His clothes above the waist were literally cut to pieces, and three large and a dozen small cuts showed what a wildcat could do in thirty seconds. ‘‘T’ll make you a wash soon’s we kin git home an’ you'll be all right in a day or two. You uns air makin’ a good start; got a good pelt already.”’ ~ None of the Quartette took any interest in the pelt, although Mr. Morris promptly whipped out a knife and had it off in no time. Mr. Jimmerson gave several encouraging toots on his horn, and the others came straggling in, with any number of excuses for running away. Bob pulled off his coat GComicbooks (ee) nN