Pulp Fiction, 1868 · page 99 of 116
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RAGG BAGGED. 128 “Of white men!’ exclaimed Charles, passing his hand over his brow. *“ Them r is wuss than “] shouida’t wonder if they had us wa a ransom. “* That's not it,” insisted Kate, positively. “But, Charles Moss, re- anxious) : “Is about the Indian . trail, I have heard,’’ said Kate. “And Harvey—Dick Harvey ?” asked the young man, musing. “Of him I can say nothing more than that he isa prisoner,” replied +4. Prisoner" cried the twa. r — memeal cube Hate; “* there was a licothe.” ng him upto Chil “And my brother, Walter Har- ee coutinued hur- $ our brother!’’ exclaimed Kate. “Are the brother of oe the Indians kill- ma ” said the hunter, —_ with the stock of his “I am; and the In- jines had best keep out of my Bight.” ; “ Letus Seth she, bi as ushing, be ego to the ford also, and will keep you . Let us lose no time; my" boils to know Soest ah 5 ¢ return,” put in Charles; pe 8a’ these words, Charles dered his rifle, and b once more to ascend the ridze, muking a short cut to rejoin the trail, which followed the skirt of the wood on the otherside. They had to cross a small cane-brake wtomnnt after which they again were to fo the path under the trees for e distance. forest some They had got half-way through the ae when suddenly they all and looked at one another with surprise and alarm. Loud bursts of laughter, cries of dis- tress, and shouts and yells of a fearful description, broke sud- very denly upon their ears n tein thn wen nfm Kner shouts were Indian, the cries were apparently those of white men. ‘What's that?’ said Charles, clutching his rifle. “ Injines torturing a white man,” replied Harrod, dashing ahead at once, * Hist!’ said Kate; “* be cautious —the Indians are not many, and you may surprise them. Follow me. esting etnowteage 6 ts cality which in a woman was sur- pre eee ty tothe skirt of the forest, and then along the scene, They were at the head of asmall lay right and leftof them. It v dancing round a white man, whom conmicloooks.ccomnn -