Leather-Clad Tales of Adventure and Romance, No. 38 — page 188: what you’re looking at

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180 IN THE SUNK LANDS. shivered and waited, expecting every mo- ment to hear the baying of the hounds de- noting he was caught. Everything was so still that the watch ticking in my pocket sounded strangely noisy. The moments passed rapidly, and still no sound from the direction of the lhght. “Could some one have caught him ?”’ I asked myself. The next moment Sammy glided up to me like a shadow. ‘‘ lm afraid hit’s a bad go,” he whispered. ‘“There’s twelve houses, an’ 1 don’t know which one the boys air in. Everybody seems to be inside ; but they’ve left about three score es dogs out, so that settles our peekin’ in.’ “What would you propose aa ‘““T’low we'd best sneak off half a mile, an’ build a fire to take the chill off. Sorry now we didn’t shoot some o’ them squirrels an’ rabbits.” | So we moved carefully off to the right until out of hearing from the houses, and then we walked briskly for nearly halfa mile. ‘“‘'This’s fur enough,” said Sammy, coming Eomichbooks.¢co m