Beadle's Dime Novels No. 215: The White Hermit — page 17: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

af A RESORT TO STKATAGEM, 16 the long-continued combat with such uneqnal forces, the brave man fouht with a determination and skilf worthy of she knights of old. His keen eyes glanced from side to side, e1d he struck agam and again in reply to the fierce blows of is - gavage enemies. But all his address could not keep their weapons off his body, and be was wounded again—this time in the right arm. Despe:z.. « * on only could save him. Bounding suddenly backward, he turned as_if to fly, and the St. Regis started in pursuit. One, who was wounded in the hip. could not keep up with the other, and a- distance of twenty feet soon separated them. The Oncida did not ran out * of the little glen, but round about it, seemingly with the de- sign of tiring out his enemies. His real design became ap- parent soon. It was like the old battle between the Horatii and Curatii in the old Roman days, when Horatius saved Rome — from Albs. As soon as the two St. Regis were sufficiently separated, the young man turned like a tiger and bounded up- on the nearest. Vain was his strength against the wonderful } prowess of his assailant. As the second Indian came up pant ing, he saw his last companion fall before the invincible — weapon of the chief, and, bounding forward, the two were Jocked in a deadly grapple upon the bloody sod. | It was a scene worthy a painter’s pencil. These gallant = though savage men, wounded in half a dozen places, their blood dropping at every pulsation, never thought of flight. In the first grapple each had seized his opponent by the wrist of _ his knife-hand and dropped his broken hatchet, ‘eaving it a question of brawn and muscle. But that the © ida had lost — moré blood than his opponent, the battle would have been of short duration, although the St. Regis was by far the strongest: of the four whp had assailed the young chief. But the last woum! the latter had received had been in the wrist, and was - bleeding fas, and draining even his giant strengtf rapidly. He felt that he must overcome his enemy at once,or not st all. Their dark bodies were intertwined in an embrace whites 2 Z realized the thought of Byrn : | ie “ Friends meet to pan, iove langhs at faith, IS ar True foes, once met, are joined till death.” 2 Os Viitilnd peeitiitng “ar Pikes deipaenl Ske “abdabek ws ‘ach the ears of Laurence Aust-n. Twice he was on the pointof