Beadle's Dime Novels No. 127: Bald Eagle — page 15: what you’re looking at

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THE NOISE AT LHE DOOR. 17 “J will not talk! Be satisfied that it is done. You have. had your will; my tongue is my own, and I will not use it.” “Just like your father,” she growled, flinging the ashes from the pipe, and rising to her feet. “ Hark !/” There was the sound as of the pressure of a heavy body against the door. The woman’s face assumed a ghastly, yel- low paleness, and she staggered back to the wall, with her eyes riveted upon the face of her son. The latter did not move ; his face did not. even change its expression. Maggie’s eyes had followed the direction of the mother’s, and she whis- pered, “ Are you in any danger, Richard?” — “Tt does not matter, Maggie.” “ Kiss me, dear Richard.” Richard kissed her forehead with paternal tenderness; the noise at the door increased to a heavy knock. ‘It must be opened,” he whispered. nes The poor young wife glanced at the stern, terrified mother, and then saw her husband step behind a heavy oaken chest, which stood in the back part of the room. This done, with trembling hands she undid the fastenings of the door. | The latch was lifted, and the Bald Eagle entered, stately and tall, his head uncovered save its eagle crest, and his dark, fierce eyes searching the dim room as in quest of some object, to whom it might. be dangerous to encounter the warrior in his present state. The old woman had seated herself, and resumed her pipe, affecting a coolness and indifference which she by no: means felt, for she saw the black, ill-omened streaks upon the face of their visitor, together with the tomahawk, scarcely concealed by the flowing robe; and already she shrank and quivered as if the scalp were about to be torn from her head. When the stern chief crossed the room and laid'a heavy hand upon her Shoulder, she fell back in her chair, overcome in an agony of terror; her jaw dropped, her eyes closed, and her counte- nance wore the aspect of death. Richard saw all this from his covert, but he knew "Rama« paugh thoroughly, and had no fears of harm to the women. He saw likewise his wife rush forward as the Bald Eagle laid connicloooks.com