Pulp Fiction, 1867 · page 75 of 100
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NO ADMITTANCE. place again, and listened attentively, with his head against the learned something that he was confident of. . “T was right,” said he. “Those men outside are white Voice.” ee “Tf you are sure of it, we know what to expect, and that is some consolation,” said his wife. “Can you judge bow long it wiil take them to dig through the chimney ss "Not very well ; it will depend on how they work ; but it ought not to take them an hour, and we don’t know how long they have been at it.” ~~ orated the opinion of her master concerning the assailants, saying that she had heard people talking outside. She could not understand what they said, but she was sure that they ppoke like white men. _ -# We must get ready to “for we can't tell how soon _ As he was arranging the ft the front door. “J wonder what’s up now, _ door, and asked what was wanted. “J want to git in thar,” said the voice of a white man. “T am chased by Injuns, and they will kill me if I can’t git in a somewhar out of their way.” “Who are you, and where Tam a stranger in these part Np lost my way. Hurry up and open the me to be murdered.” — “Tf you don't hurry up and get. away from there, I will _ Send a bullet through your head,” replied the old man, in a _ Voice of passion. “ No honest man would @night as this. I know who you are, you inferna. scoundrel ; 2 io? you are one of Simon Atlee’s gang, who have been trying to . break into my house.” “You are mistaken thar, stranger. My name ain’t Atlee, a and I don't know any such folks. The Injuns are right out here in the woods, and-they’ll _ Thar ain't nobody with me.” J go up above,” said the old man, they may come through.” ladder, a light knocking was heard did you come from sad s, and it was so dark that I door, if you don't want - , . “a. « ’ - fir * - = 7 j * as. vf % ~e-4 : om é , a * ~~ ~- Btones, In a few minutes he came out, looking as if he had men, and Will Atlee is one of them, for I recognized bis — Hannah, who had come down to make her report, corrob- ‘he said, as he went to the — be abroad on such. git me if you don’t let me in. Commichooks:conn Li s a