Beadle's Dime Novels No. 310: Foghorn Phil — page 48: what you’re looking at

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50 FOGHORN PHIL. are overtaken,” said Pauline, her voice growing stronger with hope. pew “But when there, what can we do among the shadows of night? ‘Oh Paulie! we are certainly doomed to a night of agony, if not death !” - It was plain to Pauline that ber companion’s strength was fast failing. Her trembling voice, pale face, languid eyes and white, quivering lips told this. But Pauline herself still maintained her unflinching courage and hopeful spirit, and was always ready with words of cheer for her young friend. With a murmured prayer of thanks, the fugitives at length reach the edge of the timber. Without a moment’s hesita- tion they plunge into its gloomy shadows, and ride on and on until a broad sheen of dazzling light suddenly bursts out of the darkness before them. Then they draw rein. They can go no further; they are upon the banks of the Milk river, and not far away behind them they can hear the approach- ing noise of the pursuers, + “ We are lost, lost, Pauline !” cried Josie. ‘“ No, dear Josie; we can continue on down the river,” replied Pauline, and suiting the action to the word, turned her animal down-stream. As they rode on as fast as the darkness and the obstruc- tion of the forest would admitjPauline’s mind was busily engaged with thoughts of eluding the foe. The failing strength of Josie, as well as that of their horses, convinced her thaty they could travel but a little ways further; and the longer they stuck to their animals, the greater their danger became. “ Josie,’ she at length said, “we have got to give up our- horses and seek safety on foot; and my Opinion is that we had better do it now while our animals have remaining strength enough to go on, and then when the savages do catch them, they can not tell in the darkness where we gave them up. My idea is, to climb into a tree from their backs, and when the Indians» pass on, we can get Jown and make our way down the river. Rein up, Josie; here is the very tree for our purpose—the boughs are low and strong.” Under a tree with great spreading boughs, they came to a halt; then reaching up they caught hold of a limb and " comiclbooks.com