Pulp Fiction, 1870 · page 56 of 98
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3 _ $t suddenly he pitched it with unerring aim at the head of the masked chief, who threw up his hands to avert the blow, and before he could recover he fell under a blow from the club of Austen. Snatching away his pistols, Austen laid them on the raft. ° “Let's get her off as soon as wecan,” said he. “ Of with her.” They struck away the shores and sprung upon the raft, which glided down the slide into the water, and far out into the lake just as the masked chief bounded to his feet, pealing out a startling war-cry. — . “Twish we had dared to wait and take that fellow with us,” said Austen. “ Give the signal for Marstowe at once.” oS Bill sounded the cry of the owl and the boat of Marstowe goon boarded the raft. He expressed the utmost surprise when he saw it, and understood at once what an awkward = peeendent it would have been in making an assault upon the = isl “T have to*thank you so many times that I am at =f words, Bill,” said he. “ When shall I be able to =, “Til quit you ef you don’t shet up,” roared Bill, “T sc going to be bothered to death this way. It’s as much - @8 a man’s life is worth, and I don’t git no peace. Gimme that oar, and tie the boat to the raft. We've got to take her Over to the island.” _ _ Seeing that the worthy guide was determined not to be thanked, the old gentleman gave it up and assisted them in pad- a - dling the raft to the island, and bringing it into the litle = - cove where they secured it and landed. _ + “Who goes there?” cried a sweet voice, “Friends with the countersign,” said Marstowe, fondly. _- Advance, friends, and give the countersign,” was the me merry reply, and Perdita stepped out of the shadow of the , <a trees. Her father kissed her. “That is the countersign,” -* Shall I give it also?” said Austen. af * Es “Upon my word, sir!” men Perdita, “No, I think not. Let my father give it for you.” = “And look here, miss,” said Bill. “ Ef you tell me to : ee this young man by the neck and drop him ‘uto the ee = COMICDOOKS: com |