Beadle's Dime Novels No. 135: The Cherokee Chief — page 68: what you’re looking at

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70 SALOUEH, THE CHEROKEE. He received the thanks of the commander, for himself and his friend, for their services during the campaign, and his best wishes for the success of their expedition. He offered to send some soldiers with them, if they wished an escort; but Staf- ford replied that he considered Crawley and himself sufficient for the occasion, with the aid and guidance of Catamarra, and he took his leave, after procuring a supply of ammunition and provisions. ~ He had gone about half the way back to his friend, when he concluded to go down to the river to get a drink of water. At the point where he stopped, the ground was nearly desti- tute of trees, and the bank was high and shelving; but it sloped away more gently in one place, leaving a narrow- but easy pathway to the edge of the water, which lay in a deep and dark pool below. he young soldier laid his rifle on a stone, and walked to- the pathway, with the intentionof descending ittothe river. | GT: At the same moment, & tall young Indian, with the plame § of a chief towering over his s@alp-lock, came upon the ground, leaned his rifle against a sapli ame: a in the same di- rection. L genilpy Both were fairly out in the open space, ina near the edge of the steep bank, when they simultaneously perceived = other, The eyes of both glared with hostility and defiance, for Stafford recognized Saloueh, his enemy, and the young chief- tain recognized his English rival. For a few seconds they gazed at each other without spenk- ing, each inwardly execrating the too great carefulness which ee ae Then, as if’by one rd, they rushed back to get their weapons. ueh was first in this race. He seized his rifle and fired with a quick aim, before his antagonist preen brought his to his shoulder. The shot missed, and the | only severed a lock of hair from the young aa head. ~ “I haye got you now, you blood-dyed robber!” Stafford, as he aimed deliberately, and pulled the trigger, - ‘The gun flashed in the pan, avd the young man, with an Eomicbooks.com =