Leather-Clad Tales of Adventure and Romance, No. 38 — page 99: what you’re looking at

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IN THE SUNK LANDS. 93 slough, the next springing from bog to bog. | Never once did Bulger waver or lose the scent. By the time they reached the place where I had met our highwayman it was so dark that they could scarcely see each other’s faces. Bulger turned south, when Sandy called him off. = Mr. Jimmerson examined the ground with oreat minuteness, and, after assuring him- self and the others that Il was not dead, sald : ‘“T ’low hit were Simpson. He kotched the boy yere an’ made a break straight fur his cabin. He darsn’t go back -to’ard the settlement fur fear 0’ meetin’ jess sich a gang as this, so he pushed through one o’ the swampiest places we got in these yere parts.” ‘* Hit’s too dark fur to do anythin’ more,” said Bill Morris, decidedly. ‘‘I pose we go back to Ike’s place, sleep over hit, an’ swoop down on him ’arly in the mornin’. He darsn’t hurt the boy.” An animated discussion followed, in Gomicbooks (Efe)