Pulp Fiction, 1871 · page 42 of 54
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al ae he 7. >. at Le’ 2 | THE TEXAN TRAILER. = /- ~ He was in a quandary as to what he should do, .... “If he kept on his pursuit, one result was inevitable, and if he turned to retreat, following the path back again, the cun- ning red-skin would know that his stratagem had been de- tected, and he in turn would become pursuer and assailant. Hans was never a good shot with a rifle, and he was pretty certain that this bear was protected in some such a way that he could not be injured by any rifle however well aimed, so he gave over all thought of injuring the savaze by means of his gun. He could see only one thing that offered any hope, and that was to give the Indian the slip. He was now quite a distance ahead, and still seeking to allure him on. They were entering a part of the wood that looked quite dense and dark, and here Hans resolved to are the effort to get out of an exceedingly bad scrape. So he followed along, trotting in his elephantine style, and to carry out the illusion, he called out: © “Hold on, you pig coward bears; I got you new, and I shoots you sure, in one minnit.” The bear, somewhat alarmed, trotted so rapidly ahead that it was nearly lost to view in the darkness. Now was his time. Dropping as suddenly as if he was shot, he. crawled on all fours, as rapidly as his bulky form would admit, until he had gone something like a hundred feet, when, panting and tired, he paused and listened. The darkness around him was too great for him to see any thing of the “bear,” but the sound of a faint, muffied whoop told him that he had been none too soon in his move- ment, and his foe was signaling to some confederate, and they were both endeavoring to remedy the slip upon their part. “Yaw; lets "em look!” chuckled Hans. “TI dinks- dey won't find me purty soon as never yos.” more, bie dined to his feet, and resumed his flight, taking good care to continue on in the direction upon which he had started, and going further and further away from the danger: ous vicinity of his enemy, who had shown so much ingenuity in endeavoring to draw him on to his own Cestruction. 2 COmMicbooks=com)_