The Yankee Champion — page 147: what you’re looking at

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149 THE YANKEE CHAMPION. stopped, but it was only for an instant. Luke drew a heavy pistol from his bosom and cocked it. At length the man came opposite to where the fugitives were hidden, and as the light he carried flashed in his face Luke could see that it was Wimper. The Indian passed the spot, and Soper felt re- lieved, but it was only for a moment, for soon the pursuer stopped again. and Luke could see that he © was holding his lantern down to the ground. Luke saw at once that the Indian’s quick eye would de- tect the spot where the footprints left the path, and he clutched his pistol with a firmer grip. ‘‘_sh!’? he slowly whispered, bending his lips close to the ear of the boy; ‘‘don’t let a breath of noise come from your lips. He’s found out that we hain’t gone no farther.”’ ‘At this moment the Indian started up from his search, and uttered a long, loud shout, which was soon answered by a voice not far to the left, nearer the river. ‘‘Here, here, this way,’’ cried the Indian. Another response was heard, and then Wimper hela his lantern to the ground, and began slowly to retrace his steps. Luke could see that he held a pistol in his right hand, and he knew that if he was discovered he would be surely shot. At length Wimper came to the spot where the footmarks ceased, and a slight exclamation broke from his lips. Luke knew that in another moment he would be seen. The distance was not over ten feet, and there was a straight line through the intricacies of the wildwood. He aimed his pistol —the villain saw him —but ’twas too late. Soper fired before Wimper could raise his weapon. There was a sharp cry © broke from the Indian’s lips—he staggered back a > 7 f ‘ re ‘ ae — " . . < = On le ke TT + Pere <~ = < a . —_ a : . ° ‘ wm omit ae . - ¢! A eo id + - —— . » i< re. ee j , comicbooks Re + , y 5 ” we - ‘fc Pate fae s ad 9 = 3 ee +5 -