Pulp Fiction, 1867 · page 88 of 99
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90 THE MOHEGAN MAIDEN. moments, he raised his head with an exclamation of dissatisfac- tion. “Too much rain!” he whispered. “ Me hear nothin’,” “ What is it?” asked Archibald. “ Don’t know. Guess Mohegan after ug!” “Do you think go ?” “Thought me hear step. » Don’t know. Not stop to hear any more now.” " Christian led the way onward, but his companions were all disappointment. The thought that they were pursued seemed synonymous with recapture, and all the dreadful evils which that event would bring. Of course it would be wildness to hope for a second escape. The pattering rain was sufficient in itself to drown all other sounds of trifling character. But notwithstanding the fact, evidences soon multiplied of the presence of pursuers, . The crackling of twigs, the plihges of incautious footfalls, and now and then the muttered words in Indian dialect which reached the ears of the fugitives, showed unmistakably that they were not to escape so easily. What were they to do? The pursuers were evidently "upon their direct trail, and if not already aware ,of their pres- ence, they must soon make the. discovery. There was no time 4 halt and conga No ee even, to compare views. ; While Archibald was eonsideies what was possible to be done, and wildly casting about. for some possible means of eluding the pursuing party, he felt himself taken by the hand, and led from the direct route they were pursuing. Yielding to the guidence of Chr tis , which he knew was not without some definite obje young man grasped the maiden’s hand in turn, and they n vec very lea and care- fully, some distance in the new direction On pausing, the party were ‘in thick grove of young spruces, SARS of the trees seemed above twenty feet in hight vere thi studded with branches to the very Climb pe fl he y young I indian whispered to each of his com- panions, lat i =" few + mt sufficed to place than Jn the midst of ; comliichooks.conm