In the Sunk Lands — page 55: what you’re looking at

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44 IN THE SUNK LANDS. / ‘“So are you,” growled the man. Then, as I shoved my hand in his coat pocket he wheeled, planted his fist with stinging force in my face, and darted back through the brush before those in the wagon had become fully aware of what had happened. I saw stars and brilliant flashes of light. They were forked and otherwise, and all highly entertaining. I staggered to my feet just in time to see two flashes of light that were not imaginary, and a perfect hail of buckshot flew around us. Half a dozen pierced the wagon bed, ~ one scraped Loafer’s rump, making him prance in a way we thought him incapable of, but none struck-the quartette. Hardly had the flashes disappeared when the Winchester sang out twice, the last shot bringing a howl of pain, ‘‘Don’t go into the brush,” Joe eried quickly, as Bob and Treve jumped down. | ‘It may be onlyaruse. If that’s a breech- loader you'd be in a pretty fix.” And then he dived hastily into the pe for more cartridges. Although I rejoiced heartily with the rest in the fact that the fellow had not secured Gomicbooks.com