Pulp Fiction, 1867 · page 80 of 100
Beadle's Dime Novels No. 139: The Border Foes — page 80: what you’re looking at
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that tnetinet which often ks the place of sight and hear- ing to the keen woodsman, was circling around unseen, in 5r- _ der to get on his flank or rear. In this dilemma, Wilson began to think of retreating ; but such a movement would have been attended with danger, as be would have been certain to draw the fire of the Indian who 2 was hid behind the oak. He determined, before retreating, to watch the movements of the foe who was endeavoring to get on his flank, hopirg to be able to shoot him before his object could be accom. plished. It was not an easy thing to do, as he did not know whether | _ the Indian was moving on his right or his left, and-he was _ obliged to watch both sides, and, at the same time, to keep himself covered from the fellow behind the tree, who stood ready to take advantage of the least indiscretion of his sn- tagonist. ; ~ When Wilson caught sight of the enemy who was most tc be dreaded, he discovered, to his dismay, that he had estuh- lished himself behind a tree at his left. A brief movement - farther would take him to another tree, where the line of his- _ fire would be nearly at right angles to that of the other, and _ the white man could bardly hope to escape being shot by one of them. _ As a last resource, he edged around the tree a little, and raised his rifle for the purpose of getting a shot at the man on the left, when he should attempt to reach the next As he waited anxiously for some movement on the part of . his adversary, the crack of a rifle rung through the woods, ~ — and the Indian who was behind the large oak Jumped up with SS a yell, and fell dead. The other looked out hastily and in- - eautionsly from his cover, and the next instant Wilson’s ballet Bes) through his head. - The young man stepped out and commenced to reload his — - rifle, Soe. about to discover who it could be that hadcome _ = Ses: is aid so opportunely. =: mystery was soon selved. He heard the rustle of a 5's dress, and the next moment Kate Atlee, really agi 3 d, and holding a rifle in ber band, hastened to him. | one or | is ™4 a4 3 _ ithe , 4 ‘ =e = / ae ats ~e ery ae g = . $. ~~ e paladin aoe ay ~ ; — aoa ea eommeneenes, fcome = —- >