Beadle's Dime Novels No. 310: Foghorn Phil — page 47: what you’re looking at

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A RACK FOR LIFE. 49 Ramee had us separated. Oh, that we had seen through his devilish desigus sooner! He has been working up this snare for us all summer, and so well bas he played his cards that not one bas suspected him of wrong; and I now almost wish I had put a bullet through bis heart, instead of thé heart of his poor beast.” “Ob, Paulie, you area . perfect herding; ” replied Josephine ; “your presence of mind, and the manner in which you de- feated that villain, deserves great credit. I did not think of, you having your revolver until you drew— Oh! thosé hor- rid screams !”’ “If I mistake not, Josie, De Ramee is mounted upon one of the Indians’ horses, and is at the head of the pursuers. If we are ever taken prisoners by him, our fate will be worse than death; and so we must not think otherwise, than that we will escape—oh, my God, Josie, we must escape !” With blanched cieeks, compressed lips and wild starting eyes, the fugitives urged their animals on. Josie’s hat had dropped from her head, and her long goldea hair was stream- ing in disheveled tresses at her back. Pauline, firm and un- daunted, sat her horse like a perfect queen, ever and anon glancing back at the pursuing foe, a faint smile of derision passing over her face, The beautiful fugitives gained but little if any upon their fierce, savage pursuers, and for two long, weary hours the race continued on over the plain, beneath the hot, sultry sun, The maidens were well enough acquainted with the topo- graphy of the country to know that if they kept on in their present course, they would strike the Milk river not far from iis confluence with the Missouri. They also knew that unless tliey eluded the foe before the stream was reached, all chances of escape would be cut off. At length the sun went down behind the distant snow- capped peaks of the great Rocky Mountains, and a gloomy \wilight settled over the plain. Still the race continued, but for the last hour the pursuers had been gaining ground; but the timber bordering the Milk river had long been in view, and upon this the two fugitives fixed their solg hopes of es- cape. z: “TI believe we will reach the timber yet, Josie, before we } — ‘ = , COMICESOOX<S,Conn