Beadle's Dime Novels No. 215: The White Hermit — page 41: what you’re looking at

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A DEATH-8TRUGGLE a CHAPTER VI. HUNGRY BILL IN TROUBLE. He sat there in a sort of waking dream, looking out acrosa the dark water, thinking indistinctly of Perdita and Marstowe, of Chenango and the masked chief, and wondering what con- nection that strange man had with the’ new friends he bad made that day. He was evidently a man of importance amoung the St. Regis, else why did they obey him in every thing? He was proud of his achievement in overthrowing a man of his muscular power, and was going over the struggle in his mind, when the light of a torch gleamed out fora moment on the lake in front, and disappeared as suddenly as it came. -Then it gleamed again, again appeared and he saw it no more, He sprung to his feet, and ran out upon the beadland as far as he could go, until he stood directly over the cayern _ home of Perdita and her father, twenty feet below. Lying prostrate upon the bluff, he peered out across the water, und Satisfied himself that some kind of craft was slowly approaching the island. As it drew nearer and paused under the bluff, he made out two men astride of a log, which they propelled by means of flat pieces of wood, such as we see drifiing along the beach of any lake or river. He could make out their plumed head-dresses, and knew that they were Indians. Just then he heard the call of Bill Epps, signifying danger to those on the island. “ Your call did not come too soon, my friend,” he thought. “ Let us see what can be done.” The log had come to a halt directly below him, and one of the men spoke in a low whisper : “ What will the chief do here ?” he said. “Silence,” was the low reply. “The blackird chatters, but the great bear of the St. Regis keeps silent.” “Both Indi .ns,” thought the captain. “I need no help.” Drawing himself carefully ahead, he felt something strike his band and grasped it. It was a large stone, weighing comicbooks. (0) — * we wal