Beadle's Dime Novels No. 214: The Forest Monster — page 94: what you’re looking at

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96 THE FOREST MONSTER. “There is no need of standing here,” said Hammond, a few minutes later, “huddled together like a parcel of sheep, waiting to be shot down. Can one not make terms with them ?” “ What’ll you offer?” was the pertinent response of old Stebbins. “Suppose I go forward, and voluntarily surrender the whole party, what then ??. “If its any enj'yment to you, yer kin do it. Thei Black- feet ain’t used to that kind of business, and bein’ as we bored a hole in one of ’em yesterday, I don’t think iv’s likely they’! think this ar’ a good time to begin’ ; howsumever—” “ Hello! something is up!” éxclaimed-Hammonid. ' “ What does that mean ?” The Blackfeet who had so suddenly cut off their advance were now seen in the greatest consternation. . They were shrieking, yelling, leaping from -their horses, tumbling over each other—all wild and frantic. to get out of the eafion ! There seemed to be something in the very center of them that was like an exploding bom-bshell, and that caused ail this panic, While the whites were gazing. spill vould; they suddenly discerned the cause. A huge body, ringed and spotted in that unmistakable manner, was plunging among them, ut- tering short, sharp barks, while in the space of half a minute not a Blackfoot remained! Every one had fled !” “Tt is Jerval! it is Jerval !’ exclaimed Lamora, as she de- scried the conetaets: wit Mallat: srt = pronpag. thank hea- ven’ a5 ~The brute senned to neal oo ‘elie, aud came lumber- _ing down the cafion toward her. _ ..* Bears and bufilers !” growled Black Tom, looking uneasily about him, “ I don’t Ripe any more than the other var- mints.” tober “ He won't harm you,” caid- Lamore' “he is my pet.” “ And mine, too, as the gals always remarked whin they sot eyes on me,” added Teddy. “I allers liked that critter, and now Love him. Come here, let me embrace yees.” “Goon, Jerval!” called out Lamora, pointing down the cafion toward the other Blackfeet ; “ drive them away, too.” — comiclooOoks. conn