Leather-Clad Tales of Adventure and Romance, No. 38 — page 175: what you’re looking at

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IN THE SUNK LANDS. 167 way to you-uns’ place to give you-uns nother serenade when Smoky Bill seed you a-loomin’ up, so we squatted down yere an’ waited.” That there might be no mistake as to whom he meant, Jim Lacy pointed a dirty finger at the yellow rascal. Smoky Bill, thus brought into prominence, shuffled his feet, scowled and finally grinned horribly. ‘“ Well,” said Joe, absently. “Well!” said Jim, fiercely. ‘I reckon sarcumstances do alter cases, sometimes. Last night you-uns had the upper hand an’ could talk shabby ; but I ‘low now you'll howl on tother side o’ your mouth! Whare’s the rest 0’ you !”’ ‘Find out!’’ snapped Treve, who lost his temper. ‘Commenced sarsin’, eh ? Well, we kin find’em! Drap them guns on the ground you afore I feed more lead’n you kin chew in six months! That’s right! Allers obey your s’perior ossifer. Now, stick your elbows out behind your back, an’ Smoky Bill’ll stick a club through an’ tie you up real nice—so! We don’t want any back talk !”’ Gomicbooks (ECO) m