The Prairie Detective: Secret Service Series No. 24 — page 110: what you’re looking at

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108 THE PRAIRIE DETECTIVE. Heaven help her, wherever she may be and keep’ her out of the hands of that arch villain, Persimmon pally’ 3 Robinson looked about him. On all sides were the evidences of the terrible battle which had been waged a few hours ago. Men in all attitudes which the anguish of death could dictate, lay prone upon the upturned turf.’ Moving about among them he recognized many of his old comrades, and he was not altogether displeased at the sight: The mag- nanimity of Posey Ryan, compared with the selfish coldness of his old boon companion, Hatfield, had completely won him over from his evil associates, and bound him in firm chains of friendship to the avengers who were on the trail of the robbers. Robinson perceived with surprise that the Blood- suckers had carried away but little of the plunder with which the hunters had been heavily stocked. He could not account for that on any other theory - than that the chief had only intended to take the girls, and wished to make a hasty retreat so as to avoid being hampered by useless weight. The con- verted villain was standing there thinking, in a vein that was half moralizing, when he was awakened from his reverie by a slight sound behind him. He turned quickly on his heel, and brought his rifle to the full cock, half expecting to meet the gaze of some enemy lowering upon him. What was his surprise to see, standing not a rod away, his old enemy, Vixen, gazing at him witha look that was half-doubtful, half-questioning? A slight sensation of uneasiness passed over him as he recalled the last occasion upon which they met, but as she showed no intention of reopening comicbooks.«