Pulp Fiction, 1874 · page 90 of 100
Beadle's Dime Novels No. 305: The Girl Scout — page 90: what you’re looking at
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94 THE GIRL TRAILER. “ You are to go with this man,” he said, “and the more quietly you go the better it will be for you.” ee “T shall make no opposition,” she replied, quietly. “I think you care too much for me to allow any of your crea- tures to do me wrong. Where am [ to go?” “ Never mind that now. You will be taken to a place of safety, and that is enough for you to know. Here is your hat. The place to.which you will be taken is lonely, but nothing can reach you there.” Buck Bracer led her from the cabin, and they pursued their way in silence over the same road which had been taken by the refractory outlaw, Jack Byreton, Once Bracer stopped and look anxiously behind him. “TI thort I heard some ’un a-follerin’”’ he said, ‘ Hold yer hush, will ye; I wanter listen.” They maintained a death-like silence, broken only by the cries of night birds. Bracer was satistied that he must have been mistaken, and they again went on their way. When near the cave they were joined by Gabe Best on his way to visit his prisoner friend. “See’d you a-coming out this way, and thought I’d kinder keep ye company,” said Gabe, quietly. “Oh, Mr. Best,” cried Maud; “is it possible that you be- long to this infamous band ?” | “ Looks like it,” grunted Best. “ What the devil ar’ you doing with this gal, you thief of the world ?” “You'd better not meddle with her, Gabe Best! . The cap- tin’ is going to marry her, so he says,” “Js he? Then I won’t mingle in the fray, just now. But, Jook here; if you, or Gaston Foix, or any of your gang, lay a finger on the girl to hurt her I take a hand in the game.” ‘ Won’t you take me away from this ruffian, Mr. Best? I will not marry Gaston Foix if he kills me for refusing.” “I can’t help you now, gal,” he said, irresolutely. “I’ve got other fish to fry, and no one to keep the fire hot but me, But, I won’t forgit you, nary time.” They had now arrived at the cave. The two men pushed aside the stone and were about to enter, when Maud, obeying a motion of Gabe Best’s hand, sprung suddenly up the bank and disappeared in the thick woods, With a yell of rage CconmiclooOolks. conn