Beadle's Dime Novels No. 309: Mountain Ned — page 17: what you’re looking at

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OVER THE CLIFF. heart, This girl I must see, and hear from her own lips that She is satisfied to stay with you.” : © You shall not see her, young man. I know the hot Campbell blood, and that I risk something by refusing, but it Will not be well for you to make an enemy of me.” . “T take the risk, stranger; I will not harm you, for your _ iterposition has been of use to me this day, but I will follow you, no matter where you go, until you have led me to your Secret haunts.” . “Then come, fool that you are. I could slay you, but I will not, for there was the time when I loved the Campbell name, and for the sake of the old time I spare you, You. will follow me ?” “Yes; to the death.” “Tl lead you such a dance as you never dreamed of, Come, come, come; follow the steps of the Flying Scout.” Whirling suddenly, be darted away at a speed which was wonderful, and which put Ned Campbell, staunch man as he Was, to bis best speed. The platedu over which they sped Was level as a floor, and was nearly all quartz. Directly in front was an irregular crack or crevice, fully fifteen feet wide at iis narrowest point, and toward this the Flying. Scout headed. He went over it like a bird and slightly sluckened his speéd to see if Campbell pulled up at the fissure, but he Came on with the bound of a hunted stag, never slackening his speed, and cleared the crevice in gallant style. _ ° . “Well done!” shouted the Flying Scout. “ The blood of the Highlands is in your veins.” Jan Pliester pulled up at the leap and began to follow down in search of a narrower epot, and while he was doing this the Flying Scout and Ned.sped on across the level at their utmost speed. Campbell knew the ground well and that just in front stood a fearful precipice, over two hundred me in hight. Surely the Flying Scout must turn at bay ere, ts Hold,” he cried. “You are. pushing on to your death. The precipice yawns before you.” “ Will you teach me the secrets of the hills?” cried. the Flying Scout, looking over his shoulder. “ For you, there ig auger in these rocks—but for me—bebold !” COME OOOKS.COM