Laura Brayton — page 60: what you’re looking at

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f om LAURA BRAYTON, 51 CHAPTER IX. “YOU ARE MY WARD, AND YOU SHALL OBEY MBE,” ~ Knoch Sharp sent a boy, as he promised, to the hotel where Nathan Sloth had taken his’ head- quarters as a spy, and waited anxiously for his re- turn. He evidently felt that he was in danger, for he was unusually nervous and agitated. Instead of the boy with a written report, Nathan - Game in person. “What does this mean?” cried Sharp, angrily, when his eyes rested on the gaunt form of his clerk. “Did I not order you to stay there and keep your eyes on them, to watch every motion, and re- port to me in writing?” “Yes, you did. But what is impossible, can’t be. ~ LTean’t watch them that I can’t see.” | “Why could you not see them?” “Because they’re non est—they’ve cut and run.” “Where to?” “That is more than I know. Ina little while after I was there the man came down and paid both bills—they were the Florida entries that I spoke of on the register—and then they went away.” “Where to?” again thundered the irate laywer. “The man said to take the Philadelphia train. The minute he said that I saw I had time to get to the depot before it started, and I jumped into a butcher’s cart going by, and gave the fellow a dollar to take me there.in ten minutes. Heran CS comicboo Lele)