The Prairie Detective: Secret Service Series No. 24 — page 190: what you’re looking at

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188 THE PRAIRIE DETECTIVE. tossed about in their endeavors to overcome each other, and .it soon became evident that they were pretty evenly matched. Finally Robinson missed his footing and fell heavily. The long, sharp blade of his enemy was raised high in the air, and poised an instant, as if in hesitation where to strike. That instant of indecision saved Robinson’s life, for just then the sunlight was darkened by a shadow, and Vixen, with a savage growl, closed her muscular jaws upon the scoundrel’s throat. Mangled and torn, he staggered to his feet, tottered an instant, and fell forward, stone dead. | * x oi 2x * ox oe ates The stream of my story flows rapidly to its end. In a week the party, with Persimmon Bill Creigh- ton, counterfeiter, burglar, highwayman, and mur- derer, safe in their clutches, arrived at Fort Hays. Two days later there was a quiet marriage cere- mony in old Doc Harper’s cabin, and two brides and grooms were united. There was a short season of merriment at the fort, after which the hunting party reorganized, and started again on their travels. Upon the same morning a wagon-train, guarded by a number of heavily armed men, started eastward. One of the vehicles contained Esther, Marian, and their father. In the one following it, shackled heavily, lay Bill Creighton, who was guarded night and day by Robinson, Ryan, Dan, and Vixen. Krom the time of his capture he had scarcely spoken, and he retained the same moody demeanor through all the long journey to Washington. He brooded and sulked until he was worn to a shadow. During the trial which succeeded his arrival, he suddenly broke out one morning a raving maniac. EComicbooks (Efe)