The Maid of the Mountain — page 109: what you’re looking at

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THE FATAL CORD. as ttie-suakes and henbdane - Ezrain Cook, turning rather Pe ——— ete yell-—on , . ce, | see esico—until it seemed to make the very arches of the forest ring again, every time more shrill, more more unearthly. *#On! on!” cried Dick, sudden- ly; “itis a human voice, shrick- H _“I think you’re about right, The tuomensgaes rein to their orses, darted down an ac- clivity which ied to the hemlock tree. In ten minutes’ hard gailop- they entered an open giade, ae reined in their horses witha The shrieks had ceased an in- stant, and they thought that ail was over. - 183 their sockets, his whole frame shuddered, he raised himself on tiptoe and Jooked uneasily around, be turned an imploring giance on Dick Harvey, Wo nul a gesture of disyust. “Now, Master Harvey,” said Ezram Cuok, gravely, “you don't mean to say you'll hang this black cretier, Consider the cruelty of the thing. Besides, he’s valuable property, worth a mint of doliars. e’s skeared enough—cut him “No!” replied Harvey; sure Cus only frighten He’ » hundy, 1 know. close Indians too—to oe move and away, begun Wild shrieks ol despair, shrieks that made the young artist shud- der. Still he persevered and quietly disappeared along a trail on the edge of the small open space, just a8 the indians came bounding up, themselves curious to discover the cause of these “be . comichooks:com ; , a? --