Leather-Clad Tales of Adventure and Romance, No. 38 — page 86: what you’re looking at

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80 IN THE SUNK LANDS. ened rabbit skurried away, and the noise of my own body tearing through the under- brush. Quite enough commotion, though, | assure you, to have been heard a dozen rods in the silent forest. We came to shallow sloughs of water, where of course Boose lost the scent, but he showed remarkable reasoning by plung- ing through to the other side, where the trail was again taken up. Regardless of the fact that I did not have rubber boots on I hung close to his heels. The ground grew lower and more damp, and Boose followed the scent easily. This, I suppose, was due to the dampness and close proximity of the pursued, and I should have proceeded more cautiously ; but being without experience, I plunged recklessly on, until Boose began to bristle his back and erowl. Before I could stop, the black muzzle of a gun was shoved through the bushes by the side of a tree directly ahead, and a hoarse voice called commandingly : ‘Halt, there!” Boose sprang fiercely forward, and the man fired. Eomicbooks.co