The Prairie Detective: Secret Service Series No. 24 — page 67: what you’re looking at

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THE PRAIRIE DETECTIVE, 65 ‘IT beg pardon, old chap. You musn’t get excited over what I say.”’ “Oh, stow that palaver. If you don’t want to quar- rel, why don’t you answer my questions?”’ growled Hatfield, in surly tones “T will, if you give me time. When Bill wants me, — he will hunt me up. That’s how I am to give him the message.’’ | “Allright. Follow us to-morrow, and meet me at night, wherever we may be. I may have important news for you. Good-night.”’ ““Good-night.”’ The schemers separated, Robinson to mount his horse and ride away, while his companion in crime retraced his steps toward the camp, passing so close to Dan and Ryan that they could have touched him had they chosen. The detective was disappointed. Just as he had been on the verge of discovering a vital point he was thwarted. He had always known Creighton as a bold and wary foe, and now he realized to its fullest extent the difficulty of the work he had been as- signed. Moody and disheartened, he turned to go back over the same path he had come. “Wal, pard,’’ said his friend, in a low tone, as they walked slowly along, ‘“‘what kind of a ’tarnal racket is this?’’ “Tt is a scheme to steal Esther and Marian, I fancy, and at the same time rob the party of what- ever they have got. But it must fail.” “Of course it must. Ye don’t think we chaps is goin’ to stan’ by an’ see our gals carted off, do ye? Fire an brimstun’! It will be a thunderin’ bad job for the rooster what tackles it. You hear me?’’ Gomichboo <S (Efe)