Beadle's Dime Novels No. 305: The Girl Scout — page 54: what you’re looking at

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53 THE GIRL TRAILER. CHAPTER VIII. THE GIRL AVENGER. | Away through the woods on the back of her flying steed, went Jennie Carroll, sobbing asshe rode. He was dead, then —her love, her hefo, left a prey to the prowling wolves, while his friends had fled for safety! She would go to him; she would find him bleeding, perhaps, but there might be life in» him, and where there is life there is hope. Away, away! The mustang did not need the spar, for he moved at a flying pace over the rugged path. The guiding rein was obeyed at the slightest touch and Jennie came out into the open space in front of Gaston Foix’s cabin and lightly bounded from the saddle, rifle in hand, and ran up to the. door, which sbe struck heavily with her clenched hand. [ft was opened by a man in dark hunting-shirt, leggings and black beaver cap, with a dark, forbidding face. She did not know him but had no fear. “ Where is Gaston Foix ?” she cried. “ Gaston Foix? Will I not do as well, my sreety one ?” “Take care!” she cried, throwing forward the rifle with an ominous click of the lock. “ Even if I could not defend myself, Gaston Foix would have your life if you insulted me. Where is he?” . “T don’t know. He will be back in a few bours.” “ A murder has been committed at your very door and you know nothing of it! I want a boat; I am going to yonder little island.” ! “You must not go there.” “Who will. stop me if I choose to go anywhere? I tell you again that a brutal murder has been done and if yon refuse to let me go to the island be it on your own head, that is all.” “ You are not going to that island,” “Tam! And if you undertake to stop me your blood be upon your own head.” COmmicloOolkks.CcOnhn