Pulp Fiction, 1867 · page 91 of 100
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‘ : 2 ; 2) 2 + \ if . , ve q ai - —— <> —— THE LAST, AND WORST. 98 Indians and on the whole race of Indians. There was a white man afhong them, and he swore that ae would be re- yenged on him, too.” Trotter shuddered, and his paleness was visible through his paint. . “ He could not find out who that white man was, and he gave up the search for him in despair. But the last red-skin of that party, just before he was killed, made a confession to him concerning that white man, and told a tale about him that would make satan shiver in the hottest corner of his dominions. That white man’s name was Sim Trotter, and the name of the man whose wife was murdered was the same as mine. Iam Walter Wilson !” With a yell of horror and despair, the culprit sprung to his feet, and attempted to escape; but Wilson Jeaped upon him like a tiger, and bore him to the ground, clutching his throat with the frenzied grasp of both his hands. _ Trotter in vain endeavored to resist. He might as well — have tried to. open the jaws of a tiger afler they were fasten- ed in his flesh, as to remove those tenacious fingers that were ling his life out. After a few struggles, his eyes rolled buck, and he was still, and Wilson slowly arose. _ ans Ee “ Such is the end of the last and the worst, Lilian !” he nee. claimed, looking wildly up at the sky. “TI have finished what Iswore to do. Sball I tear out the heart of the Worlenr: =e ss 18 handled his knife, and looked at the body as if he was 4 about to perform some further act of vengeance upon it, ee = he was recalled to his senses by the crack of two rifles fi the whiz of two bullets, that buried themselves in the Dehind him. ; : Instantly he seized his rifle, and jumped behind rat? 2 3 from which hé looked out for his enemies ; but they meee & taken cover, and he supposed that he was about to ‘ ee & jected to the same mode of attack that had neaay pre ne ae successful when it was adopted by two Indians a It 2 le As he anxiously watched every tree within Se begets __ his vision, his ears were greeted by the tramp - See <2 Out and directly several rifle-shots rung through the forest. Vue — eT ee ee ~~ * comicb DOKS-C im)