Beadle's Dime Novels No. 127: Bald Eagle — page 33: what you’re looking at

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THE ‘MERTING,. 85 With a convulsive movement he stretched himself at Jength upon the rock at her feet, and his head fell upon her lap. Patting the monster softly, she half rose from her seat, and he lay motionless and dead. , Dora took no further notice of the creature, but sat with her chin resting upon her hand, unconscious of a pair of black eyes that were peering upon her from a neighboring thicket, At length a slender youth stood before her, rifle in hand, and pointing to the dead reptile, said, “That was well done, but how ?” Dora fixed her gaze upon him, but did not reply. “Are you a live woman, or sperit?” again inquired the youth, uneasily, for the clear violet eyes never turned their glance from his, fixing him as by a spell. He approached slowly, his body bent with an expression of awe, and slightly ‘aid a finger upon her arm, which seemed to reassure him, for he exclaimed, “ Warm flesh and blood, by George !” And hardly had the words passed his lips before a bullet stazed his cheek and clipt a sapling at his side. “Come.on, Ramapaugh ; nobody wants to hurt the white Witch.” It was Black Dick, who had not seen Dora since that fatal night, and who failed to recognize her in her altered aspect. All this time Dora had not moved her eyes, but her brow stew troubled, and she gathered her hair back to her head, 4s if it might aid in collecting her scattered senses. Sudden- ly a flash of memory returned, and she sprang, tiger-like, at the throat of the youth, grinding her teeth, but uttering not “ word, Richard Smith recoiled from the white fury, and Seizing both her hands would have dashed her to the earth had not the strong arms of Ramapaugh prevented. “ Blood enough of hers is on the hands of the white man,” he said, as he thrust him aside. , “I took her for one of those imps, that people talk about ; . —— whose cantrips turn the marrow of a man’s bones to Jelly, . You struck the White Doe to the heart, Dick; but no- thing shall harm her while Ramapaugh can fire a shot.” “I remember the white witch, and I owe this ugly scar to comnicloooks.com