Beadle's Dime Novels No. 215: The White Hermit — page 83: what you’re looking at

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= gee yn A DETERMINED anion cating - 2 a ie Bill Epps, holding a heavy hatchet in his hand, ably _ z seconded the efforts of his superior, and the Indians in front would gladly have backed out of a troublesome scrape if their 23 companions ip the rear, at present cut of danger, would have ~ permitted it. They crowded their unhappy comrades upou S the blade of Austen and the deadly hatchet of Epps, in spite a of their efforts to recede. It was the old struggle of the many — . and the few, like “ Hafed and bis Ghebers” in the narrow pass. 4 One by one the Indians dropped, while the two brave men . stood unwounded, disputing the narrow pass. The masked en chief would have pressed his way to the front, but found it im- : ible, on account of the crowd in the passage. . . “ Yield ! yield !” he cried, over the heads of his diminlahing nh band. “If you kill any of my men, expect no mercy.” a “ Past praying for, the old man thinks, ’ yoared Epps, strik- ing down a burly savage who was pressing them hard, “Call — Ete off yer hounds or we'll make mince-meat of yer hull party.” "= The Indians behind began to find that their friends were 33 having trouble, and were muking frantic efforts to get forward, ~ but in vain. Seeing that the two foresters were making a O65 8 termined resistance, the chief called off his men, and wees: ie - Climbed rather hastily out of the passage, followed by the — = derisive shouts of Hungry Bill. = ee “Yah! yah! yah! yip! yip! yip I" be yelled. “ How'd 5 ye like it? Caught like rats in a trap, ar” we? Hoo! The <3 old man ain’t dead yit. Made it warm fur’em that time, didn’t we f” ve “ Whew !” said Austen, drawing along breath. “ Hot; £ should think so. What's the next thing on the progtaae: te I wonder ?” The masked chief again appeared at the opeving and called gut to them ip a loud voice and Austen responded. = “ This is utter foolishness,” said the maak; “why not give ; . up at once? I offer you good quarter.” v4 | “Thank you,” suid Austen. “ You are very kind, ae really we can not find it in our hearts to take the kind of © Quarter you will give us.” Se : “Will you not trust to my honor ?” oe ae “No, thank you. I bave not the slightest faith in pe Bei. - Possession of that attribute.” oe a