Beadle's Dime Novels No. 309: Mountain Ned — page 11: what you’re looking at

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DEFIANCE, : 13 The patter of feet was heard in the canon, and directly after the Flying Scout came back on a run, carrying in his arms the girl whom the mountaineer had seen, just before. She was senseless and her lovely head eave over his arm apparently as lifeless as a clod. , “Gracious heaven!” cried the mountaineer. ‘ The fiend has got the lady in his power! Hold hard there, you black imp! Drop the girl or it will be the worse for you.” “ Beware!” cried the Flying Scout, in a hollow voice. “Dare not to come between the lion and his prey. She is mine, for I have won her.” Even us he spoke the young mountain man had clambered down the rocks, and stood in the bed of the canon while Jan Pliester was slowly following. The Flying Scout did not attempt to run but quietly faced the young man. “T have warned you,” he said, hoarsely, still holding the girl in. his arms, “and you will not listen, What is your name, sir ?” “My name is Ned Campbell; but those who know me best call me Mountain Ned.” ¢ “T have heard men speak of you as a bold hunter and-a good man. Although IT bave not mingled with men of my blood this many a year, still I know what they speak for I am everywhere. Nothing save good have I heard men speak of you and I would not have you for an enemy.” Ned Campbell looked at the speaker intently. He was deadly pale, like a corpse, paler even than the girl whose head lay upon his arm. But his gigantic hight was all bone and muscle, and Ned knew that a struggle with him meant something dreadful. “Then, my would-be friend,’ he said, boldly, “I tell you that Mountain Ned is not the boy to see a woman wronged. Drop that girl !” “ And if I will not ?” “ Fight !” ' The Flying Scout stood with his hand thrust into the bo- som of his odd garment. His countenance assumed an ex- Rs cle of: oe anger st which even the bold scout trem- ed. “You dare defy me—you Phe half sereamed. .“ Do you connicloooks.comn