Beadle's Dime Novels No. 310: Foghorn Phil — page 46: what you’re looking at

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~ 48 | FOGHORN PUT. southward; “Jet us fice, for the Indians are coming! And now good-by my gallant De Ramee,” and she waved ber little hand back in bold defiance at the outwitted villain who, by this tinve, had scrambled to his feet, cursing and fuming with impotent rage. “Oh, Paulie!” cried Josephine in terror, “ the Indians are coming in pursuit of us! We will be killed before we can reach our friends !” “Cheer up, dear Josie; and ride, ride for your life,” replied the brave and peerless Pauline, as they dashed away over the plain, closely pursued by that screaming, yelling horde of suvage barbarians. “Tt was a wild and fearful race—a race for life! CHAPTER VIII. THOSE ORBS OF FIRE. On over the plain went the two fair girls, while on, in swift pursuil, went that band of infuriated savages, Ever and anon the fugitives glanced back over their shoul- ders to see how close the foe were upon them, then urged on their beasts with words of encouragement. Their course lay toward the south west, and in a direction that took them fur- ther and further from their friends at each step. But there was no alternative. To bear off toward the Two Buttes would be to give the foe an advantage that might prove fatal. Their only hopes lay in the speed of their animals; but in this, even, the enemy had the advantage, for while their po- nies were fresh, the maidens’ horses were somewhat jaded with their day’s ride. “Oh, Paulie!’ cried Josephine when they had ridden some distance, “I am afraid there is no hope for us; the en- emy a¥e gaining upon us!” “ We can but. do our best, Josie,‘trusting to Heaven for aid. If we could only bear to the left, we might join our friends, from whom ‘the shrewd and deceitful wretch De commiclooks.com #