Leather-Clad Tales of Adventure and Romance, No. 38 — page 117: what you’re looking at

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IN THE SUNK LANDS. 111 your rifle, onless he furgot hit. We found hit hangin’ on them deer horns.”’ ‘He told Miguel fe ‘* Miguel !”’ they cried. ‘““Why, yes. He came here last night with Simpson. I wouldn't be surprised but what he warned Simpson that you were after him.” ‘Where'd they go ?” asked Ike quickly. “T don’t know. They took what they could tie up in a table-cloth and got outas quickly as possible.” ‘What time was it ?”’ asked Bob. ‘ About half-past eight last night.”’ “Oh,” said Mr. Jimmerson, disgustedly. ‘T reckon we mought jess as well quit now. They’ve struck the Big Bayou, an’ ef they could rake up a dugout, which no doubt they did, they’re safe an’ fast in the swamps by this time.” ‘“Y° kaint track over water, ‘specially when there’s so many sloughs an’ bayous leadin’ into one another, as there is around yere, remarked Mr. Bill Morris. ‘I reckon Migey’s got sense enough to know that the climate won't be healthy fur him around yere now.” CEONNIEOOOKS EO