Beadle's Dime Novels No. 127: Bald Eagle — page 91: what you’re looking at

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THE IDIOT’S WORDS. 93 Jamie having found the gate tied with a triple instalment of line, and all the front shutters closed, straddled his long legs over the fence, and entered Maggie’s room. He tried to seat himself, that she might read to him, but he was so restless that she laid down the book to inquire where he was going. “Come and sce the sight! Guns and drums and wild In- dians, and men and women, and horses and cows, and boys aud girls—it’s grand !” And he lifted one foot and kicked some imaginary object in the air, and gave out a sharp whistle. “ What is it all about, Jamie ?”’ “All about Black Dick. They’ve got him—they have. You're glad now, ain’t you—glad I come and told you?” he asked in an altered tone, seeing Maggie fall back in her chair pale as death. | Silently she arose from her chair; with a strength she had not known for many a day, untied the gate, and, laying her hand upon the neck of Dolly, which Jamie guided with slow, solemn care, she followed in the wake of the multitude. The day was calm and lovely, and a looker-on would have supposed the people were out to enjoy a holiday, rather than tv witness the horrible extremity of the law inflicted upon a fellow-creature. The usual routine had been observed, and the chaplain bad knelt in prayer, when the Bald Eagle was observed to disen- gage himself from a group of bis people, among whom was Mequa, and approach the side of Black Dick, where he stood with folded arms. The effect was imposing and picturesque, but only the disguised Cowboys understood the purport of the movement. The prayer was finished; a silence fell upon the vast multi- tude. Sudden asa flash of lightning from the smoky thunder cloud, the Bald Eagle sprung forward, and, with a stroke of his tomahawk, severed the bonds that confined the prisoner. “Run, Dick, ran!’ shouted the Cowboys ; and away he sped with the swiftness of the wind; but the Bald Eagle was swift of foot as the wild deer, and soon confronted him. “That for the White Doe!” he shouted, and the tomahawk cleft bone and brain. Black Dick reeled wildly, and fell head comicbooks.conn