Pulp Fiction, 1867 · page 76 of 100
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~*~, t a a. = > nn a ~ - . ow - = atl 78 THE SONS OF LIBERTY. “We must look after the track of these scoundrels. In the light snow which fell yesterday, they can not move without leaving a broad trail. Once on-it, we will not turn back un- til we have found her, if we follow them into the Mohawk lodges. There is my hand upon it. She shall be found. I pledge myself to the work.” Dick grasped the extended hand in his. “ They shall find what it is to rob a brother of asister. John, go to father and tell him what has been done. Do not take more time than you can help, but break it to him gently. Then come to us, We will all be needed in this business. John dismounted and ran quickly across the field, to the logging ground. Dick led the horses back to the house, tied them, and went into the house for arms and ammunition. He brought out three rifles, one of which he gave to Edgar. “It is a good one,” he said. ‘ My father used it for a long while, and kept it well. You said that William Russell saw | some Indians upon the river. Did he say where ?” “ Not two miles above this place.” “They must have been at one time within half a mile of the house. My dear girl; my poor Miriam’ Have they taken you from me? ° I will find you or die.” John came back soon, accompanied by his father, who was literally overwhelmed with grief. He undertook to inform Mrs. Connor of their bereavement, upon which the three young men mounted and rode away. They found the steps of the young girl in the light snow, and they continued un- broken for half a mile. As they reached aspot near a thicket, upon the river-bank, they found a spot where a struggle had taken place. Moccasin-tracks were imprinted upon the snow, together with the marks of the white man’s boot. Close to the edge of the river was a mark as if a canoe had been hauled up out of the water, and again pushed in. From this spot there were many hoof-marks, as if a party had ridden away. A canoe had‘left the shore, too. . Which way had she gone, in the boat or with the mounted party? They were in a& quandary, and huddled together for some moments in a hasty conference. It was decided to follow the mounted men, hoping if they could be found, to force from them the knowledge ef Miriam’s fate. Conic Soolks. (corn)