Pulp Fiction, 1870 · page 54 of 100
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56. THE FOREST MONSTER. “See byar, Hammond, our mansion is down near tother end the kenyon, and-—” “T know very well where it is,” interrupted the young man, bowing slightly and smniling. “ Wal, what I war goin’ to hit at war this: come thar and make your head-quarters with us. We're huntin’ gold and you are buntin’ the gal ; but we've gat to do a little sleepin’ now and then, and why can’t you bunk with us ?” “Tihank you, Tom; I may accept your invitation, but not just-at present. However, we will keep up the acquaintance so pleasantly commenced, and I will call on you now and then. This was their parting, and making their way out of the bushes, Black Tom continued on down the cafion, reaching his friends, when both were quile anxious regarding him. After telling his story, there was a consultation. All were quite hungry, and it was agreed that. old Stebbins should start off on a quest for food, and Teddy should keep guard during his absence, which time cage Tom a NRE to devote to sleep. This arrangement was Siihed out to the letter. Tom se- cured two good hours’ rest, "which, were all that he needed, Teddy acted faithfully his part as sentinel, and old Stebbins came back with the hind-quarters of a young antelope slung: over his shoulder. Some was broiled over the fire, and the three hunters de- voured it with an appetite that was absolutely wolfish, scarcely speaking until . was ae = rand asked, somewhat bluntly: 9 panty “ Did sonoma of the speckled and oop Dey crit- ter ?” “ Nothin’, but I see’d sign.” i“ Blazes ! whar ?” i “Off yender.” : _As he replied he pointed off to the left; which was: tn a totally different direction from the one leading toward the Meagan: village, puoef that they were hostile Indians. “ Thar’s "bout a dozen,’ added old Stebbins. “They're ° Blackfect in thar war-paint, and they're goin’ fur somebody.” | “ Bad ’cess to ’em !” exclaimed Teddy, who had managedto — comicbooks. com