The Outdoor Chums on the Gulf by Captain Quincy [pseud.] Allen
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Frank called this out after the fleeing shadowy figure that was just halting on the edge of the bank opposite. "Thanks!" came in a hoarse voice, followed by a reckless laugh. "But he'll find it a hard job to corner me, you bet!" That was the last they ever saw of Bob Young. In the morning, sure enough, the baying of a hound was heard, and presently along came the sheriff with his two dogs and the grim deputies. "Mornin', boys! Reckon yuh may 'a' seen sumpin o' my man this heah time, as he's sure been close tuh yuh!" he called out while still some distance off. "Yes. He tried to rob us last night, and jumped overboard when discovered," returned Frank. "And swam across to the other side. He was followed by a 'gator, that might have got him, too, only for our chum, Bluff, here, giving the reptile a shot," proceeded Jerry; while aside he said: "Get busy, Will, with that shebang of yours. Now's your chance to snap him off!" "What's that, suh? If anybody tries to snap me off they're sure liable tuh get punctured some!" exclaimed the sheriff, whose ears were as keen as his eyes. Frank laughed as he said: "He means with a camera, Mr. Sheriff. My friend was sorry he didn't get |
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