Leather-Clad Tales of Adventure and Romance, No. 38 — page 182: what you’re looking at

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174 IN THE SUNK LANDS. ourselves to death to keep body an’ soul together, an’ these yere fellers with plenty o money doin’ nothin’ !” ‘Tighten the rein on your husbands and make them work,’’ advised Bob. ‘‘] don’t wan’t none o’ your sarse !”’ she eried, shrilly, and it was plain to see all she wanted was an excuse for pitching in, ‘‘ Hit’s bad enough to yeat our grub, ‘thout givin’ any back talk. [ve a good notion to crack your haid, an’ would, ef it warn’t fur Jim !”’ ‘Pd do hit any way,” said one of the women. ‘ Ef Jim thinks he’s got to pitch onto any one fur it we'll give him the same sarse !” The women glanced at each other wick- edly, and then raised their clubs. In their helpless condition the boys would prow easy victims ! Gomichbooks!co mn