Beadle's Dime Novels No. 215: The White Hermit — page 60: what you’re looking at

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a = _ toward the lower end, and under a tink tree, from which she could look out across the beautiful lake dotted here and ach -_Ahere by islands of varied sizes, covered with verdant foli- - age. It was a beautiful day and a light breeze just stirred the surface of the lake and sighed through the foliage over her head. The rest of the party were busy upon another part of the island and not likely to disturb her, The balmy air, the murmur of the wind and the song of birds lulled her into rest, and she dropped her head upon a mossy knoll and fell asleep. One band was thrown up to cover he. face from the sunrays, and the other roza Jed limb was under- a neath her head, and there she slept, abie. She did not hear ae the low dip of the paddle coming up from the opposite di- ion from that in which she- had looked for the enemy, E. and she slept on, unconscious, until a canoe grounded upon the __ gravelly beach and was drawn up on thesand. Then a head = ‘was raised cautiously above the bank, and the masked chief en upon the scene. “a eer Te, 4 - 414 Abbe) > La sha Ye ew he AVR As f ae us = — pi ; ~' ; y! CHAPTER IX. A VILLAIN’S WAY. | Bux Errs was in » race. Something had happened to : re tiling of Captain Austen, who accused him of being in love > with ‘a Dutch girl upon the Mohawk at Schenectady. It made te We difference whether this was true or not, Hungry Bill would resented it just the same, and would have denied it up _ hill-and down dale, as he did in the present case. : _* Now, Bill,” said Austen, on the morning of the fourth day after the eaptre of the raft, with a sly wink at Perdita, who Sy standing near, “don’t deny it. I know you are in love wit » the Dutch girl ; everybody says you are.” ay darned liar,’ roared Bill. “I don’t psae-y en. See here: vou want to pick a muss with ~- port -* = —— GoM SOOGxe com