Pulp Fiction, 1870 · page 72 of 98
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THE WHITE HERMIT. “She shall live, if the love of her father can make her," said the Indian, “ and his love is very great.” As he spoke the boat struck the land and they drew her ‘Marstowe, and touching the spring, the manner of which Marstowe had explained to them, they entered. Marstowe rose to receive them and took the hand of Bill Epps in his = - “Congratulate me, my friend,” he said, joyfully. “My child will not die.” s Bill Epps waved his left hand over his head and went through the motions of a cheer without uttering a sound, for he knew that the girl must be weak from loss of blood, and he would not have caused her pain for untold wealth. “ Friend, did you say ?” he said. “ Did you call this old tan friend? Ill desarve it at your hands. Don't say ___ nothing more, or you will make a fool of Bill Epps and git him to blubbering.” Marstowe only answered by a slight pressure of the hand, and then led the guide into the other room, where Perdita lay pon a pile of robes laid upon soft moss, pale as death but looking hopeful, Bill Epps passed ‘the sleeve of his hunt- ing shirt across his eyes, and then blew his nose violently e to cover the demonstration. © Phar, thar, little ‘un; don’t you say a word. You git ‘well just as soon as youcan and make no foolishness. I hope you'll believe this old man when he we he'd rather lay thar than see you burt. He would, by gra ~“T know you would,” said Perdita, in a weak voice: ae | am not strong enough to thank you as you deserve, my good friend, but I will some time.” ~ «Do not agitate yourself, Perdita,” said Marstowe. “ My “poor, pale darling.” “Pod rot his old hide that did it,” growled Bill. “TH ae make him weep like a child for this! I can give you good news, though. Chenango and I have jest gone out and busted > that canoe, so that they can’t git at us with Hat, again.” - “Good !” said Marstowe. “I thank you, Chenango. Bill 28 oo so often put as under obligation to him that 5 am pix Ieg | sees to thank kim.” ae tne Oe up on the beach and walked toward the cavern home of -