Leather-Clad Tales of Adventure and Romance, No. 38 — page 183: what you’re looking at

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IN THE SUNK LANDS. 175 CHAPTER XVI. THE SWAMP ANGELS IN A TIGHT PLACE. Sammy and I gazed at the footprints on the ground long and earnestly, and then Sammy looked up and said, sharply: ‘We're kinder foolish a-standin’ out yere starin’ at them tracks, when fur all we know the whole gang 0’ ’em mebby air layin’ fur us behind some o’ these trees !”’ I swallowed quickly, and glanced around apprehensively. ‘“ What’ll we do?” Lasked, trying to con- ceal the helpless inflection of my voice. “The first thing,” said Sammy, ‘is to remember that were not to be kotched. Ef they git us, the chances o’ rescuin’ the other three is moughty slim ; so we’ll skirm- ish around an’ see ef there’s any danger.”’ I recognized the truth of this logic. * You walk off to that side,’ continued EORNIKC OOO KS GO