Leather-Clad Tales of Adventure and Romance, No. 38 — page 115: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

IN THE SUNK LANDS. 109 although I had forgotten to wind it the night before, and pointed to eight o’clock. ‘* Hain’t that a hole up there ?”’ asked a voice from below. ‘Reckon hit is.”’ ‘* Mebby he’s up there !”’ The sharp clicking as a number of ham- mers were drawn back sent the cold shiv- > ers down my back. Suppose they should fire a volley through the floor ! ‘*T “lowed I heered somethin’ movin’ up there,” said another voice. ‘* Who'll go Wie ss Every one was silent. ‘Wait till he moves agin an’ [ll puta piece o’ lead through the floor so close that I reckon he’ll kim to time,”’ said a voice in a hoarse whisper, that I recognized as _ be- longing to Mr. Jimmerson. ‘‘ Hello, down there!” I cried, tremu- lously. ‘* Don’t shoot !”’ “Thought that’d fetch him. Put your picture out over that hole there purty quick or fix to dodge bullets !” | It is needless to say that I was not slow in following instructions. A strange sight was presented. GoOmicvooksie