Beadle's Dime Novels No. 13 — page 89: what you’re looking at

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A SHORT-LIVED TRIUMPH. — | 91 left. There's no télling what may happen, and, although I want to see our side whip, you can’t have every thing as gat want it. Best to be moving along, I guess.” The advice was good, but it came rather late. Around the bend of the road, from underneath the overhanging boughs, came a flying horseman. - Hatless and bleeding, his locks di- sheveled and his face all distorted with anger and fear, one could scarce recognize the once gallant-looking Captain Pres- ton. Catherine Vale did, and right good reason had she to do so. With a cry of terror she drew up her reins and struck ~ the horse with her foot to urge him into a run, Onward thundered the trooper; and behind him, but a few rods, still grasping a sword, came Timothy Turner. The eye of Reginald fell upon Kate. “Ha! ha!’ he shouted; “found once niore !” Driving his spurs deep into his horse, he increased his speed. The young boy, Simon, endeavored to sweep Regin- ald from his saddle by a blow from his stick; but, ere it de- scended, the captain flung at him a discharged pistol. The aim was true: it struck the lad upon the breast and felled him to the ground. Catherine’s steed, though a good one, was no match for the high-bred animal which the captain be- strode; and at every stride the distance between them was lessened. Far behind, like an avenging fury, came Nat Ern- shaw, but too far distant to afford assistance now. With a great bound, the horse of the captain was placed side by side with that of the flying girl. He caught her bridle in his grasp. ° “Mine! mine once more!” he shouted. “Found again and forever !” Loud came the shouts of the pursuers—Nat Ernshaw and a dozen men drew near. One glance behind, then Preston checked his speed. “If not for me in life, then be it in death ! ” Drawing his sword, all smeared with blood, Reginald poised the weapon, for a moment, then seizing the girl by the throat, he raised the messenger of death, shouting, “ Good-by, Kate! Cousin Kate !” With closed eyes and outstretched hands, Catherine awaited the blow. She heard a crashing sound; the grasp on her Comicloooks.com ,