Pulp Fiction, 1874 · page 78 of 100
Beadle's Dime Novels No. 309: Mountain Ned — page 78: what you’re looking at
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80 MOUNTAIN NED. “T am satisfied, brother,” said Campbell. “ Where shall the lost daughter be given up ?” “There,” replied the chief, pointing to a cliff half a mile away— at the foot of those rocks,” | “ When ?” “To-morrow, at daybreak.” “ Cabanis,” edi Campbell, “do you'swear tome by the sign which I give you, that this shall be beei-cadh as far as you have the power ?” “| swear it, » replied ‘the chief. “And you, Custodin ?” , “I swear too,” replied the young chief. “It is better 80. ” Pe “You shall have her,” cried the chief. “ Be at the foot of the rocks when the day breaks, and you sball see ber. Qa- banis, I leave the village in your care while I go with Min- nitash to bring the white man his child.” He cast a dark, strange look about the cirele, and rode away with Minnitash by his side. “He gave up too easily,” muttered Campbell “T don’t half like it, somehow.” “Do you think he means to deal fairly ?” asked Castelds “J don’t know ; I can swear to these two chiefs that they will keep their wird to the letter, and I don’t really see how he Gan play us false. Cabanis, we will leave you now, and when the day breaks, come to the place he pointed out. We will come alone, for we know that Cabanis will keep his word, and that Castodit is a true brother.” The two chieftains bowed gravely and rode away, and Cumpbell and the rest went back to their men. As they came into camp, they saw Veracity Snodgrass seated on a stone, eating voraciously. “ Tullo, Cap?’ he said. “Durned glad to see ye, I am! J tuk a leetle trip over thar an’ see Jan arter you war safe, an’ vies him to come back to camp. The low cuss won’t come.” : “Why not ?” “ He says he’s got better business than fightin’ Injuns, He's got so he lies like a thief, Jan hez, an’ he won’t believe a man when be tells the trutb, I told him I killed two thousan' ‘ Ccommiclbookssceonn