Beadle's Dime Novels No. 310: Foghorn Phil — page 45: what you’re looking at

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A VILLAIN BROUGHT LOW. 47 “Tn a minute, Paulie,’ he replied, in a tone indifferent to her demand, yet freighted with a volume of secret meaning. “ Alfonso De Ramee!” cried Pauline, throwing all the scorn or her nature into the words, “ you are deceiving us« You are not what you have pretended to be—a gentleman—else you would explain your present course! You are a base vil- Jain and hypocrite, and I demand that you release my horse, sir,’ and all the fire of her imperious nature blazed in her dark eyes, while her right hand dropped, as if helplessly, at her side. The next instant they debouched from the narrow strip of timber into the open plain, and down in a. little valley not over two hundred yards away, @ sight met the eyes of the maidens that sent a chill of horror to their young hearts, It was a band of Sioux warriors, in war-paint, mounted and drawn up in line, facing up the valley, as if awaiting the ap- proach of the three-—De Ramee and the maidens ! “Ob, Mr. De Ramee!” cried Josie Markham, “ see !—we are riding toward a band of Indians |” “JT know it, my dear, and bave for the last hour,” replied De Ramee, the demoniae triumph of a glozing fiend trans- forming his hitherto bandsome face. “ Ha! ha! ha!’ the demon laughed, “ this is a pretty surprise, my girls! and you, Miss Pauline, will be mine to love and wed, and you, Miss Josie—” 2 aa Ife did not finish the sentence, for quick as a flash, Pauline thrust her hand forward toward the head of De Ramee’s horse with a tiny silver-mounted revolver clasped in her fingers. Then followed the sharp crack of a pistol, a wild neigh, and the traitorous villain’s horse plunged forward and fell dead, shot through the head ! De Ramee’s grasp was broken upon the reins of the maid- en's horse, and he thrown violently forward upon the earth a rod in advance of his fallen horse. A yell burst from the lips of the savages who had witnessed this scene, and then with the speed of the wind, they came charging up the valley. . “Now, dear Josie,” said Pauline, bastily returning her re- volver to the receptacle where she lid all the thmne kept it concealed, at the same time turning ber avimal’s_ bend f Comiclooks.Comn