Penny Dreadfuls, 1890 · page 49 of 288
Leather-Clad Tales of Adventure and Romance, No. 38 — page 49: what you’re looking at
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IN THE SUNK LANDS. Ad our watches and small change, I felt keenly the loss of the package of money. ‘“ We can’t do anything more to-mght,”’ said Bob, decidedly. ‘‘I move that we goa little farther down and camp out.”’ This motion was carried unanimously. Loafer was led to an open space and un- hitched. The trunks were unpacked of what articles we needed, such as blankets, coats, guns, and frying-pan, and then placed in a circle to form a shelter in case of an attack. A fire was built, Loafer fed, and Joe and | were cleaning the squirrels when Bob said suddenly : ‘‘— wonder if there is any danger of our friend paying us a visit while we are asleep ? ”’ ‘< J cuess not, if he was hit as hard as his yell indicated,” rephed Joe. ‘‘T propose that we take a look at the place where he was hit. For all we know he may be dead, or lying there unconscious, and the money in ‘Got a lantern ?”’ asked Treve. ‘No; but afew brands out of this fire will do just as well. If he wasn’t hit at all, and his yell was only a ruse, we'll have to GoOmicdoo ¢s) (E(0) m