Beadle's Dime Novels No. 139: The Border Foes — page 62: what you’re looking at

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—S wake Sige ecna ee think we are safe here, I will sit dcwn and tell ~ you all about it.” S _. The young men sat by the fire, while Kate related the ad- i ventures of herself and her cousin, taking care to make no mention of her father, except to say that he was absent whea : the house was entered. “ But where was your father when the red-skins came ?”’ earnestly inquired Ryeburn. “ Where could he have gone on such a night as this ?” “T am ashamed to tell you, George. I am afraid to teil eS id ” replied Kate, blushing deeply. ? “TJ will not press you. I think I can guess.” = “T have no doubt that you can. You know what I was __ speaking to you about, George, the morning you left. It has = troubled me ever since, and my fears have been realized at __ Jast. Brother Will came home last night, bringing with him . two roughooking men, and they and father all dressed and painted themselves like Indians, and went to your house in the early part of the night. You know that they went for no good purpose.” . “The infernal villains! But you are not responsible for their sins, dear Kate. I believe that day is beginning to break, a and I must hurry home, though it is hard to leave you.” Ps “You must do no such thing, George,” interposed Walter -- Wilson, “TI will go to your father’s. Believe me, it is better that T should go, and you must stay and take care of the * After some discussion Wilson’s suggestion was agreed to, and he started off toward the river, just as the thick darkness began to melt before the light of dawn. Wilson had been gone but a few moments when Kate At- - lee became strangely uneasy. She looked up at the sky, _ where the gray tints of dawn were beginning to appear, then gt the forest in the direction in which the young man had Ses disappeared, and then arose and walked impatiently aboat. ; -. What is the matter, Kate ? asked George Ryebarn. | “Tam not well. I feel restless) [am troubled.” > 3 * We are all troubled, Kate; but we must bear it, and we Seeerenay te be patient” 2 eee George ?” pes