Beadle's Dime Novels No. 135: The Cherokee Chief — page 90: what you’re looking at

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- Oe nk tall 92 SALOUVEH, THE CHEROKEE. think of using their knives, and each put forth his best en- . deavors, and exerted all his strength, to force the other to the edge of the precipice, and throw him over, The friends of each witnessed this fearful struggle with al- most breathless interest and anxiety, Waiting under cover, with weapons ready to be used if the slightest. chance should pre- sent itself; but the combatants were 80 closely interlocked in each other’s arms, and their turnings and twistings were so frequent and furious, that a bullet would have been as likely to hit one as the other. Warren Stafford and Saloueh would gladly have rushed out from their cover to the assistance of their respective friends; but either of them, if he had made the attempt, would have been instantly shot. Hetty Crawley, as pale as death, and trembling in every - nerve, griped the stonewall until the blood started from: her fingers, unable to turn her eyes away from the terrible scene that was being acted before her. At last, Matthew Crawley tripped up the left leg of the In- dian ; ‘but his foot slipped at the same time, and both fell to- gether, 90 close to the edge of the cliff thata shudder ran through the frames of all the spectators it the cavern, _ Hetty shrieked, and fell forward on the stone wall , clasping her hands in prayer. With a violent effort the men sprung up, sill oeked in that As they rose, Crawley happened ts doch cacti ol saw his sister, He smiled; his eyes flashed fire, jerked loose his right arm, and struck Figoe on the forehead. ; bes The savage loosed his hold, tottered back, and fell over the precipice into the craggy depths below. fear - _ Crawley sprung toward the inclosure, and went’ over the stone wall with a bound, amid a volley from the Saloueh and his party, after they had vainly fired upon the «victorious Englishman, uttered a how! of rage and disappoint- “ment, und sought shelter from which they might direct their fire upon the entrance to the cay _ When Matthew Crawley had rested himself, and had_ re- ~4 _ ceived the welcome of his sister and the Scalia: of — 2 comicbooks-com i? i eee aie 4 S<