Beadle's Dime Novels No. 310: Foghorn Phil — page 20: what you’re looking at

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22 FOGHORN PHIL. confidant, as I find one is necessary to the success of my business.” ‘“ No man, I hope, colonel,’ replied Rhymm, “ever had _ cause to regret baving placed confidence in me ; and I hope you will not be deceived. I have my faults, I freely admit, and many of them too; yet, I have never had the hand of © man turned against me for a personal injury or insult.” “That is a record few men can boast of, Captain Rhymm,” replied Aylesworth; “but in the matter in which I desire to enlist your confidence, you may, and you may not be of great service to me. But if you should aid me, captain, re- member you shall be well paid—shall share with me the price of my success. The capture and deliverance of a cer-— tain man into the hands of the Government authorities, is the consideration of the stipulated reward. ‘The man was known, or at least supposed to have been indirectly concern- ed in the assassination of President Lincoln in April of the year 1865. He was seen in Omaha, Nebraska, two years af- ter the terrible national tragedy, and it is supposed he sought safety in the far north-west, and, as a Government detect- tive, I am here in search of him.” ‘“ Have you any assurance that your man was ever in this country, colonel ?” Rhymm asked, producing his meerschaum and tobacco. “Yes; from Omaha he went to a settlement in nortb Nebraska, and there married a young girl who was too good for the earth he tread on, putting it in strong language. Then, still] later, he was seen further up this way. <A certain hunter was overtaken by a heavy snow-storm one night in November, in the valley of the Powder river, not a great ways from the Panther Hills, He became snow-bound, and was compelled to stop in the open plain; and while there, a man and woman on horseback swept suddenly apast him, go- ing in the direction of the Panther Hills. They were fol- lowed by a host of wolves, which the hunter escaped by burrowing under the snow. Well it happened that, on the same night, another hunter saw this same man after he bad passed through the Hills, but be was alone—the woman’s horse following riderless behind. What tbe villain done with the woman, God only knows,” commiclbooks.com