Beadle's Dime Novels No. 215: The White Hermit — page 19: what you’re looking at

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THE WOUNDED CHIEF. - 21 the captain, and the officer did not dispute with him, but snatching up the canteen ran with it to the lake at his best speed and returned ina moment. The guide washed out the worst cut Chenango had received, that upon the wrist, and bound it tightly after applying a compress to the upper part of the forearm to stop the flow of blood. It was allhe could - do under the circumstances, st! then he attended to the other wounds, which were of less uaportance. “T wish I knowed how to take up that little artery,” mut- tered the guide, nervously. . “ It ain’t done right, I know. But how the deuce can I help it? Wait; hooray! Jest you stay | here, car*ia, and see that the compress don’t slip off, and s wait for me. I'll be back in half an hour.” “ Where are you going ?” “No matter. You wait.” He started off at a run, and the young man could hear his rapid feet going back over the ground they had so lately tray- ersed. What did it mean? Why had their guide left them so suddenly? He could only wait for events to shape them- selves. Sitting down by the side of the insensible Indian he bathed his forehead with water, and soon after was rewarded, for he uttered a deep sigh, and then regained his conscious- ness, and looked with a start of surprise at the-figure of the white man sitting by him. “ Who is this?” he said. “ Did the St. Regis conquer Chen- ango in the battle? Then Jet him die.” . “ No, no,” replied the white man, gratified that the Indian could speak the English language. “Do not fears You were — the victor.” : “Tt is good,” said tne savage. “But why is this? IT am weak ; I feel like a little child which lies upon its mother’s breast.” , “You have lost much blood, and Bill “Epps has gone for some one to help you.” A smile broke over the face of.the Indian at the mention of the name, but the effort to speak was too much for him, — and he again fainted. The young captain looked with a pity- ing eye upon the strong young frame beneath him, and thought with wonder of the sirange victory he had achieved _ over fuur strong men eager for his blood. aa com , 2 3 Comicbooks.c a= tie » , + . 7 - 0