Leather-Clad Tales of Adventure and Romance, No. 38 — page 229: what you’re looking at

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IN THE SUNK LANDS. 219 CHAPTER XX. * A BAD RETURN FOR A GOOD ACT. AT last the door swung open and we stag- gered in, with the raging pack pressing so close behind us that one big fellow was caught half inside, trying to follow, and was promptly shot and kicked back for his trouble. ‘‘There !” exclaimed Bob, as we barred the door. ‘That was what Sammy would call a close shave.” Then we glanced around the cabin and wiped the perspiration from our brows. The fire had burned down until but a few coalsremained. Brute sat in his corner and listened to the yelling without uneasily. The trunk containing the surplus guns and ammunition was stored away under the blankets in one corner, and, as near as we Eomichooks:e