Pulp Fiction, 1870 · page 7 of 98
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| RED BELT, THE TUSCARORA. CHAPTER I. A SHOT IN THE DARK. —s- at — “Hist, Red Belt! Down with you!” and as he spoke, the |” hunter who sat in the stern of the light canoe suddenly drove w) hiis paddle into the water and shot the boat under cover of the dark undergrowth which fringed the banks of the stream. _ Almost before the little craft had gathered headway, there cane a bright flash from the high bluff above, then a sharp _ Feport rung loud and clear in the sleeping air, and died away - in faint echoes up the gently-flowing river, and amid the dark, - wood-crowned hills which loomed wp around. _ With the last reverberation still quavering in the air, the “moon, from behind a cloud-bank, glimmered down “brightly over hill and valley, flood and forest. As quickly as ~ Sees tt went leaving the dark landscape more gloomy a But as fleeting as was the broad flash of moonlight, it was » sufficient to fling three large shadows, full and strong, upon me) the bosom of the gently rippling river. ue? The canoe; however, had now disappeared under the rank, ¢ st x bushes, leaving not a ripple to mark its course, or to 4 the direction it had taken. a ighin of the breeze which swept down the stream, and crooned es eet of tho forest monarchs towering 1 sides above the banks. on s ficuyes, rifles in hand, their gaze bent upon the dark E., u SEI Riad sicisclendy by. xi004 like staiuce- ob. thé | s above. One of them turned impatiently : “You were mistaken, Wild Hawk; you saw naught but a ow! Come—” adow! And no moon then shining! My brother is hes a es. . Ee Some ten minutes elapsed, and nothing was heard save the