Leather-Clad Tales of Adventure and Romance, No. 38 — page 244: what you’re looking at

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234. IN THE SUNK LANDS. break somethin’. I’m a-runnin’ this yere court. You-uns are guilty, bound to be guilty, got to be guilty.” ‘* You cannot sentence withey telling us what we are sentenced for,’ “Well,” said the judge, condescendingly, ‘firstly, you-uns hunted on Muddy Run thout our permission. Twicely, when we brung you-uns down yere, you broke away, was goin’ to shoot the wimming folks an’ nigh skeered ’em to death.” A growl went up from the men. ‘Surely, your honor 2 “Kh? Kim again,’ ordered Mr. Lacy, spreading out his feet and contemplating his audience with ill-concealed satisfaction. Joe saw instantly that he had struck the right strain. Mr. Lacy could absorb more flattery than he could give him. ‘“T was about to remark to your honor, and these intelligent and well-bred citizens,” continued Joe, bowing to the former and — designating the latter with a wild sweep of his arm,‘ that I must have misconstrued his honor’s eloquent and versatile words in inferring that our presence here is to answer to such an unsubstantial charge. EomIichbooks.co mn