Beadle's Dime Novels No. 139: The Border Foes — page 88: what you’re looking at

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air that was thus permitted to enter kindled the bright. blaze into a strong flame. Casting a frenzied glance at the inani- mate body of Kate, he uttered a yell, and ran out of the house. “He_is gone; Jacob,” said Mrs. Ryeburn. “ You and Tom had better go down and put out that fire.” “T wonder if I have killed that girl,” replied her husband ““ T should hate to look at her, if I have; but the fire must be ‘put out.” “ Let me go, mars'r, and you stay here,” said Tom. “ P’raps “she ain’t dead, arter all.” . The negro jumped down into the lower room, and lifted the pulseless hands of Kate Atlee. “Ts she dead, Tom ?” asked Mr. Ryeburn. _ “Stone dead, mars’r Jake—shot through the forehead.” The old man groaned heavily, and stepped back to the window. CHAPTER XIII. SOME ACCOUNTS SETTLED. Sm Trorrenr, in great surprise, looked after Kate Atlee for a moment, as she sped toward the house, and then commenced to run again. | As be turned, he was suddenly confronted by Walter Wil- gon, whom the sound of voices had caused to hasten back » from his “ little scout.” _ “Stop!” ordered Wilson,gn a peremptory tone. “TI am - going to have a talk with you, my fine fellow.” “ What do you want to stop me for?” sulkily asked Trot- ter. “I ain’t an Injun, though I am dressed up and painted like one.” _ “T know that you are not a red-skin, though you have made “aR e ohge look like one. You only did it to have a little sport, suppose.” “oe _“ Whatever I did it for, it isnmone of your business” ee a eS ne ae 344 ‘ l 24 oe Pee? *