Leather-Clad Tales of Adventure and Romance, No. 38 — page 14: what you’re looking at

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10 IN THE SUNK LANDS. door, that stood close to the wall, he was of the same opinion. | ‘‘T’m onto confeedence men,” said the stranger, eying Bob’s neat business suit suspiciously. ‘‘ Y’all never kotch a weasel asleep.” We agreed with him. ‘Nur you-uns kain’t me. It’s nigh ona year since | been up yere, an’ I reckon ['m kinder turned around. ‘This I. J. Rob- erts’s ?”’ . ‘Are you Mr. Jimmerson?” | asked, beginning to understand the situation. ‘“Mebby I am,” he replied, cautiously, looking curiously at me. ‘“ We were just speaking of you,” said Bob, coming from behind the vault door. ‘““T heered you,” was the dry reply. ‘An’ now, afore I get my hat, which same drapped outside when I kotched this yere feller, mebby you-uns’ll tell me what you want ?” ‘We're going down in the sunk lands,” I replied promptly. “You air? What fur? I tell you hit wont do!” he cried, bringing his fist down on a desk with a force that shook the office comicbooks .cCOoMm