In the Sunk Lands — page 226: what you’re looking at

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IN THE SUNK LANDS. i 209 threw itself heavily against the side of the trap. ‘* In the mornin’ we'll let you chuck yourself agin a bullet.” “What! Kill it after all the trouble of catching it ? ’’ demanded Bob. “O’ course! Wekain’t do nothin’ with _ the big one ; hit’s the leetle one we want to keep alive. I reckon we'll have our hands full with jess him alone.” ‘* How about the other big one ?” asked Joe. “Don’t they usually goin pairs ?” “T ‘low he kain’t get in any more’n the | one in there kin git out,” returned Sammy, “Well, let’s go to bed,’ I broke in. ‘We'll probably have plenty of work to do - to-morrow, and the more sleep we get the better.”’ So we filed back to the cabin and turned in, leaving the occupants of the trap to make the best of it. Sammy had us up early next morning. While breakfast was being prepared, he made a strong collar of buckskin, and at the same time superintended Joe’s and my movements in plaiting two twenty-foot lariats. ‘We'll put on our worst clothes,” observed Gomicbooks (E(@)