Beadle's Dime Novels No. 127: Bald Eagle — page 60: what you’re looking at

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62 BALD EAGLE. the leader of the Cowboys, who called her. She followed in the direction of the voice, and seeing the man, as he stood, holding a magnificent white horse by the bridle, it became as- © sociated with the subject of song, and she sang: ‘‘She marked the white steed riderless Come dashing o’er the moor—” “Whist! shut up your noise,” said the man, shaking her hand from the bridle which he held. “ Where is the Bald Eiugle ?” Dora pointed smilingly upward as Mequa had done, and then began her song again, eyeing the white horse with evi- dent delight. “Did the Bald Eagle go down the river ?” ators sang— “Oh! gallant steed !—Oh! gallant band! Why parted ye that day ?” Black Dick stamped furiously ; he saw that the hut was occnpied only by the women, and the sight of Dora half mad- dened him, He saw no way of learning what route had been taken by the chief; he wished to learn whether his scouts were gone in the direction of the city or went up the river. One thing he had ascertained, Ramapaugh was gone, which in- dicated a march on the side of the patriots. Apparently as- sured in his own mind, he exclaimed : “Now a clear race for New York !” His hand was on the neck of the bridle ready for the spring, when suddenly Dora placed a foot in the stirrup, a hand upon his shoulder and was on the back of the beast quick as a flash of lightning. With a sharp wrench the bridle snapped through his fingers, and the fiery animal darted down the pass, his fearless rider sending back an insane shout of wild, fearful laughter. Black Dick sent a bullet after her, but it missed aim. He gnashed his teeth and loaded the air with curses; then, realizing that he but lost time by his idle cursing, he sought the rendezvous of his companions, and made the best of his way to thé Cleave, that he might warn the garrison there of the movement contemplated by Washington, and warn Sir Henry Clinton to concentrate his forces to await an attack, Mounting a horse, brought from an ambush near the Devil’s COMmicoOokxs.comnn