The Prairie Detective: Secret Service Series No. 24 — page 69: what you’re looking at

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THE PRAIRIE DETECTIVE. : 67 CHAPTER VII. BLOCKING THE GAME. The morning dawned dull and gray. Dan and Ryan were up as soon as the first faint streak of light made its appearance. Soon the entire camp was stirring, and the men were getting ready for their day’s work. The detective and his partner kept their — eyes on Hatfield, who moved from place to place like a man suffering under some vague foreboding of evil. Evidently he had not slept during the night. The murdered sentry had not yet been missed, although the other sentinels were already in camp, awaiting their breakfast. ~ Ryan watched his opportunity, when several of the hunters were standing about, and then deter- mined on a startling experiment. Standing close to the blanket which hid the face of the dead man, he raised his voice so as to be distinctly heard for some distance in all directions. ‘‘Hatfield!’’ he called out, in a tone which at- tracted general attention. ‘‘Come over hyar a min- net, won’t ye? Pve summat to tell ye.” | The murderer obeyed the summons mechanically, supposing Ryan’s request was dona fide. As he came nearer the old scout affected to notice for the first time his haggard appearance. “Why, hello!’? he cried. ‘Ye couldn’t hev slep’ well last night, I reckon. Ye look like a corpus?” Hatfield started as the scout’s words fell upon his ear. He detected the hidden meaning in his tone, “S (ef 0) Eomicboo