Pulp Fiction, 1867 · page 84 of 100
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86 BALD EAGLE. shed which will be felt, and it is hers,” pointing down- ward. | “Give me the maiden, and I promise you the Bald Eagle will free the Black Panther if at the tree of death. If he lies, he shall die as becomes a man.” “You promise to free at all hazards the Black Panther,” repeated the youth, eagerly. “T promise, on the honor of a chief, in the eyes of the Great Spirit,’ replied the other, solemnly. “Take her, Ramapaugh ; it is enough,” he answered. During all this time, Blanche lay in the bottom of the boat, silent, pale as marble, and every instant expecting death. She was now lifted gently into the canoe by the friendly chief, who struck out into the stream and made his way to Newburgh. CHAPTER XV. THE LOVE CURE. Horses had been brought, and Katrina once more mounted on her homeward way, very naturally expecting her father to accompany her and Colonel Vinton to aid in the search for the lost Blanche, but in this she was at once undeceived, for the fiery old gentleman consigned her, for reasons of his own, to the care of his friend, and remained to aid young Mon- tagnie. \ Katrina had any amount of spirits on ordinary occasions, but on this she was seriously worried for her friend. She had been greatly shocked at the incidents of the morning. She was all out of sorts, distressed, and, what is worse, cross. She rode on for some time in silence, and then she broke out into lamentations for her friend in this wise : “To think I ‘should crawl up the bank to see how men look when they transform themselves into demons and mon- sters, and leave the darling under the bank alone, and half dead with fright! I deserve to be torn in pieces for it! No, Colonel Vinton, if you try to excuse it, I shall hate you worse COnniclooOoks.conn