Leather-Clad Tales of Adventure and Romance, No. 38 — page 264: what you’re looking at

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254. IN THE SUNK LANDS. tree, that for some reason or other had been left standing. Around it were denbtovod the stumps of trees hewn down, some of which still lay where they fell. Plying the axe on one of these, with the skill of a woodsman, was a trim little figure in leather and velvet. A sombrero, considerably the worse for wear, was jammed down over her pretty yellow curls, and, as she looked up when the dogs | ran toward Or, we saw that she had been crying. ‘“ Why, it’s the same girl that looked in and thought I was out,” cried Treve, getting mixed in his excitement. Then we wondered why we had not thought of that before. ‘Great goodness !” exclaimed Patty, star- ing at us in amazement. ‘*‘ Which one is you?” : ‘This is me,” I explained. ‘«¢ And this is me,”’ chimed in Treve. So Patty was just as wise as she was before. ‘‘Which one did I see in the cabin ?”’ she asked, desperately. Gomicbooks (ee) m