Leather-Clad Tales of Adventure and Romance, No. 38 — page 82: what you’re looking at

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16 | IN THE SUNK LANDS. ‘No lazier’n you air, Bill Morris!” re- torted Miguel. ‘« Leave hit tothe crowd,” said Mr. Morris, carelessly. ‘‘Now, sonny, ef you'll pint out the place you seen him, we'll hunt him — up.” Miguel darted an angry glance at him and walked to my side. ‘* Hold on!” interrupted Mr. Jimmerson., ‘‘[’m in this. yere deal, an’ I don’t intend that we all air goin’ calawhoopin’ into them woods ‘thout leavin’ someone yere to tend to things.”’ Then he stepped to the door of the store and called : ‘Sammy !” A tow-headed boy of fifteen, whose face I had seen framed in the window when we drove up, came to the door. He came out awkwardly with his hands in the pockets of a pair of buckskin trousers. His face was the exact counterpart of his father’s even to the solemn look of age, and Sammy, as we afterward learned, spoke in a droll and slow way, and walked accord- ingly. He wore a pair of cowhide boots and a canvas hunting-jacket. Eomicbooks.co mn