Leather-Clad Tales of Adventure and Romance, No. 38 — page 15: what you’re looking at

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\ eee IN THE SUNK LANDS. 11 and made two boys jump. ‘ The fellers don’t know you down there, an’ you’d git your haids knocked offn less’n a week !” ‘Our heads knocked off!” gasped Bob. “Is that what I said ?” asked Mr. Jim- merson, turning suddenly on him. “ Wh—why, yes.” “Then that’s what I meant.’ Sides that, you don’t know the kentry, an’ as fur trad- in’, why, they’d cheat you-uns outen your eye teeth afore you could say ‘Jack Rob- inson’ with your mouth open. WNusser ! Don’t go meddlin’ in my affairs; I kin hold my end o’ the business up.” ‘““Oh-o-o!”’ I exclaimed, a sudden lhght breaking onme. ‘‘ We don’t want to de- prive you of your position. All we want is a good place to hunt.” ‘Jerusalem crickets !”’ ejaculated Mr, Jimmerson, a broad smile splitting his —weather-beaten countenance. ‘*‘ Why didn’t you say so afore? Kim down where I live, an’ I kin show you more game’n you kin shake a stick at !” “What kind of game?” we asked breathlessly. ‘Well, there’s b’ar, deer, swamp rabbits, cS (El) mn (E(Oy HayiiCel exexe) ED)