Leather-Clad Tales of Adventure and Romance, No. 38 — page 166: what you’re looking at

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158 IN THE SUNK LANDS, steaks, and to while away the time wait- ing for the others to return, we fitted double bars to the door, with latch strings. The latter could be drawn inside, and thus prevent the door from being opened from without, but this could be done only when there was some one within—unless we wanted to batter the door down, or descend through the chimney. “The old trappers don’t have to lock their doors,” said Sammy, ‘‘ an’ I reckon we won’t when they l’arn who we air.” ‘When they do learn,” I muttered, ‘there'll be a cyclone on a cold day in Georgia.” Sammy refused to argue. ‘“Seems to me,’ he remarked, looking out the door, ‘‘ that they’ve had time to set the double traps they had. Half the arter- noon’s gone ; they oughter be showin’ up. Reckon anythin’s happened to ’em ? ” ‘Not unless they’re lost,” I replied, beginning to feel uneasy. ‘“Couldn’t be ef they blazed the way like I told ’em to. We’ll hide the trunk ‘an’ wait awhile longer, an’ ef they don’t kim we'll have to hunt ’em up,” GoOmIicbooks.co m