Beadle's Dime Novels No. 231: The Texan Trailer — page 48: what you’re looking at

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ar) THE TEXAN TRAILER. thrown, over bis shoulder, and its frightful head upon top of his own, directly in front of her. Still she sought to escape him; but the next justant his brawny arm was thrown around her, and as he turned to flee with his captive, her terrified scream rung through the woods and she swooned away. CHAPTER XVI. COLONEL CROCKETT’S LAST BEAR-HUNT. “ Sorex I heard some one call me,” muttered Sebastian Carsfield, the Texan, as he roused himself up and rubbed his eyes. “ What docs this mean? Crockett and I have both been asleep. What a warning to a sentinel notto lie down or give way to drowsinéss,, But was that voice a dream or a reality-—’ - __ He turned his head and saw that, Katrina was gone, With a dreadful, chilling horror at bis breast, he sprung to his. feet, looked around and called out, Katrina! Katrina! KATRINA!” ‘That voice penetrated far through. the woods and reached the ears of her who was being carried so swifily away in the grasp of the painted Comanche. She sought to reply, but ihe brute checked her utterance, and the shrieks died out inte & gasping sob. “ What's up now?” demanded Crncisett awakened by the tumult of his comrade. _ * God knows what’s Become of Katrina,” was the despair- * ing reply ; “she has vanished, gone or been stolen.” “ Maybe she’s somewhere about,” replied the Tennesseean, rousing himself... . “No; Iam sure it was her calling to me that awoke me a few minutes ago,” _ “Then we oughier be on the move,” added Crockett, leap- ing to his feet. “ What direction did it come from ?” Coming to me in my sleep, I can hardly tell; . but it strikes me that it_was from off yonder,” COMM oolkxs.conn —_, —