Beadle's Dime Novels No. 215: The White Hermit — page 71: what you’re looking at

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A STORM BREWING. that it pointed directly toward the island, and they lost no time in getting out of the way of the St. Regis, who were not ten feet distant when the head of the boat was pulled round : by the paddle of the Oneida. Indeed, so close were they that one strong savage made a desperate stroke or two, and laying his hand upon the gunwale of the boat, tried to overturn her. Perhaps he might have succeeded, but Chenango raised his paddle and brought the edge down upon th hand. With a moan of pain the savage released his hold, and but for the aid of his companions, would have followed the first man to the bottom. All this had happened upon the extreme = limit of long-range shots, but the St. Regis did not dare to _ trust their rifles at that distance and Bill soon put the boat out of danger. The canoe was gone and their work well done, _ “Ugh!” said Chenango. “All good, Fleetfoot. That well done.” :' 3 “Bet yer life!” said Bill. “ Let’s git back to the island, _.. for the wind is rising and this child thinks we are going to have a big blow.” The Indian glanced at the sky and nodded expressively. They understood the signs in the air. The clouds hung low and muttered. The wind was rising in fitful gusts and the water fowl were secking shelter among the reeds and ferns along the bank. In the west a dark bank of clouds were ig slowly up, and an unnatural calmness fell upon the e) a iv ee we Le eee eee Mess 4 "a * “This yer will give us time to think about it,” said Bill, “and to cure the little gal, if it’s a possible thing. See yer, Chenango, ef yon gal dies you and the old man will have a work to do.” ae: “T have said it,” replied Chenango. “ Even in the midst of the St. Regis lodges, with his chiefs by his side and his warriors about him, I will slay the man who calls himself the masked chief. Let Fieetfoot speak, and say that this shall be so.” . “I have spoken,” said Bill, solemnly, in the Oneida tongue, © Which he spoke betier than his own. “ Let it be so. “And s _ -mow—” falling back into bad English, + let's go and see the © a leetle gal. I hope she may do well. : ib ; Comichook SiC aa)