Beadle's Dime Novels No. 310: Foghorn Phil — page 29: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

A STARTLING DISCOVERY. 81 The trappers paused, for fear an attempt was being made to draw them into an ambuscade. Each bent his head and listened, They heard a slight rustling in the bushes before them, succeeded by another groan, Then the scouts exchanged glances. Phil saw that Du Usk was greatly agitated. “Tvs ginuine, Foghorn,” the latter remarked. - “Yes; and if I mistake not, it come from a white man’s lips” replied Foghorn. “My God!” exclaimed Du Busk, as though a thought bad Suddenly occurred to him; “ what if it is—” Here he broke abruptly off and springing up. the bank, Dlunged into the thicket. Then to Phil’s ears came the start- Ng exclamation ; ; “Great Heavens, Foghorn! we have killed the capt’in, Oo F Oghorn entered the thicket and found Du Busk bending “Ver the form of Captain Rbymm, who lay upon the earth lossing in all the agonies of a dying man. “Gor almighty, Jake, what does this mean 2” “The capt’in’s sbhot—killed—is dying!” replied Du Busk, lerribly agitated; “that volley intended for Aylesworth’s “SSissin has done the ugly work for him. Lend a helpin’ ‘and, Foghorn, and le’s move him onten this thicket, whar al’s more air.” : The two lifted the unconscious man from the earth, and ‘re bim tenderly from the thicket, and Jaid him on the Stassy bank, Then Du Busk tore open the bosom of the Wounded man’s shirt, but not finding the wound there, he Mpped open his right sleeve and laid bare the arm. Upon this limb he found a painful but not serious flesh wound, his, however, the scout knew was not the cause of his un- “onseiousness, and the presence of blood trickling out from ‘Mong his raven locks of hair led to the discovery of a wound "pon the head. A careful examination of this told him, to_ “18 joy, that it was not a mortal wound, though fears were “Mlertained that it would, if it bad not already, produce con- CUssion of the brain. A bullet had traversed the right side of the head, plowing an ugly furrow to the skull. With a Strip of the torn coat-sleeve Du Busk bandaged each wound ‘ \ im} comicbooks.conm -