Beadle's Dime Novels No. 215: The White Hermit — page 70: what you’re looking at

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<> — — - -. a 74 THE WHITE HERMIT. canoe, they left it in the power of the savages to cross at any nioment, two or three at a time, and in their present position that would not do. ' “ Hark to them, the murdering fiends,” said Bill, as he rowed hard for the canoe. “ Git a paddle and sit in the starn, Che- nango. We must have that canoe.” Seeing their determination, the masked chief resolved to defeat it, if possible. The canoe was within easy range of the shore, and the boat could not approach’ without great peril to the occupants. Two or three light logs were rolled into ‘the water, and six or eight of the St. Regis plunged in, and pushing the logs before them, swam toward the canoe, which, << under the force of a light wind blowing from the shore, was rapidly drifting out of range. Chenango saw this with a grim smile of approbation, and knew that the Indians with the logs must swim hard to catch the canoe. But, when a hundred . yards separated the boat and the canoe, and the logs were _ twenty yards away, they saw the plumed head of a savage ; _ disappear beneath the surface, and knew that he meant to ~~ swim under water to the canoe. If he reached it before them, he would certainly get back to his comrades before they could 4 touch him, for the paddle was still in the bottom. — - - “ Hard, Fleetfoot, quick !” cried Chenango, startled out of | ‘his native stoicism by the imminence of their danger. ' “ Steer dead for the canoe!” roared Bill. “Tl show him. . Let the canoe alone, you painted reptile. Ha!” Just then the head of the savage popped out of the water ‘ within three feet of the canoe. Chenango dropped his right hand to his side, and detaching his hatchet, threw his hand — __ puddenly backward. A ray of light seemed to flash from the boat to the head of the St. Regis. That ray of light was the hatchet of Chenango, hurled with unerring aim. The St. Re- * gis threw up his hands and sunk with a bubbling cry, while the water was crimsoned by his flowing blood. © At the same moment the boat struck the other canoe, and * detaching his right-hand oar, Bill-Epps stood up, and dashed the heavy handle half a dozen times through the thin bark of which it was formed. It filled and sunk immediately. Drop - ping instantly to his seat, he found that the quick-witted chief _ 5 ee ae a ee he ee ee comicbooks: com