Beadle's Dime Novels No. 215: The White Hermit — page 25: what you’re looking at

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A RAP ON THE BEAD. 27 wresiler, and \hat an accident or a misstep might give him the advantage. That udvantage came suddenly. Austen seemed to stumble, and the mask threw himself forward to finish the struegle, when, by a dexterous twist of his body, the captain recovered himself, and before the mask had time to brace again, deposited him on the sand, breathless and half stunned, Snatching the dagger from its sheath, the captain held it ut the throat of his vanquished enemy, who saw that he wasovercome, and was about to call for aid. “Hush! For your life—for your life,man! What would you do?” : ae. S “ Wonld you kill me ?” “ What else could I do if you bring down the St. Regis on me ?”’ replied the young captain. “ Beware.” “Stick it to him, captain,” said a voice, suddenly. “ Stick hard and sure, and then run as ef the devil kicked you on eend. The fat is in the fire.” Giving his enemy a rap on the head which would have stunned an ox, the young man snatched up his rifle and ran into the water to meet Hungry Bill, who was urging bis own canoe, which he always kept upon the lake, with all the force of his arm. But the captain was not fated to escape so easily, for just then the St. Regis began to swarm down the bank, and catching a glimpse of their leader, lying prostrate and senseless upon the sod, they raised a shout of anger, and dashed into the water in pursuit of the young captain. He saw that he was overtaken, and, turning, clubbed his rifle and Swept down the first two who approached, while the dip of Hungry Bill’s oar sounded nearer and nearer. “Keep back, you thieving hounds,” he cried, as he swept the weapon from side to side. “ Keep back if you value your lives.” Again three or four of them rushed in with their hatchets, but the strong arm beat them-back. But just then the mask recovered, and shouted angrily to them in the Indian tongue ~ At the order, for such it seemed, the whole party rushed in ~ at the obstinate young soldier, just as Hungry Bill was within’ three canoes’ lengths of him. “ Dive !” shouted Bill. “ Dive like + duck, darn you !” Throwing away his rifle, which could be of no further use Comichooks:com