Beadle's Dime Novels No. 215: The White Hermit — page 33: what you’re looking at

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

: - 2 o 7 _“ _— _THE COMING PERTL >. “In what manner ?” “ One of his shoulders is higher than the other.” “T do not understand that. The man I suspect had the form of Saul, tall as this chief, and as upright—the face of Apollo, and the heart of Apollyon—a fair mask given to hide the heart of a fiend—the ‘livery of heaven to serve the devil iu.” You look strangely at me, and I am saying too much. Young man, this morning you said to my daughter that you wished to serve her. Are you ready to keep your word ?” “To the death.”. “You speak boldly, and your face shows a noble heart, or I misjudge mankind. But ah! so I thought of— But no matter. We are in danger of no ordinary kind, and perhaps — can save ourselves, by your aid. Will you give it ?” _ “Try me.” “And you, Bill ?” “This chap is ready,” said Bill, quietly. “ Hush !” said the old man. Every one paused and listened, and heard a stealthy, cat- ~ like step upon the forest leaves. . CHAPTER V. os * THE DEATH OF THE PANTHER, Wao could it be, if indeed it was a human being? For guime reason, which none of them could divine, a cold chill fell upon the party, and no one made a step in advance. Then Laurence Austen drew a pistol, and rushed forward. A louder | disturbance was heard, and just as he emerged from the hut, closely followed by Bill Epps, a huge hairy ball came flying over the low bushes, and there crouched at their feet a huge panther, with distended jaws and gleaming eyes. They a {sland ; whether it had made its lair in this desolate spot for _ weeks or only a few hours. a ee rested - Siquid element, had clung to it until it floated down - « ~~ a gq 4 S