Beadle's Dime Novels No. 310: Foghorn Phil — page 49: what you’re looking at

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UP IN A TREE. 51 steadied themselves while they drew up, erect, into the sad- dles. This accomplished, they were within easy reach of a great, gnarled bough upon which they immediately climbed > from the backs of their animals, ‘Then securely senting tlrem- selves Where the foliage of the tree would conceal them from view, each one reached down-and gave her animal a severe cut with her riding-whip ; and now that the horses were free of their burden, and startled by the stinging blows, they dart- ed away turoagh the woods with renewed strength. In breathless silence the maidens nuw listen. Clear and distinct upon the silent night comes the voice of the foe, crashing through the woodsin hot pursuit. They are follow- ing the maidens’ trail by sound. The maidens can now hear the voice of the enraged De Ramee urging on the savages, its tones of authority coupled with vile and horrible execrations. They are.coming nearer and nearer—now they are directly under the fugilives who hold their breath lest it betray their presence. They peer down through the foliage, and they see the dim outlines of grim warriors, and they can feel their nodding plumes brush athwart the foliage, in which their feet are concealed. Bat all this passes in an instant, and the foe are gone—on down the river in pursuit of the riderless horses, Me Pauline now leaned. forward aud whispered to her com- panion: Fat “Thank God, Josie, we have eluded them.” er bulie “But they may soon overtake our horses, and finding them riderless, come back and hunt us , down,’ replied Josie. : ety © “The darkness 1s now in our favor, and we can soon climb down from here and then follow the river down to the Missouri—thence on down toward the steamer. “Paulie, we can never make the trip without something to eat to give us strength. You remember they said on the boat that it was thirty miles to the mouth of. the Milk river from the steamer, 1 am now almost faint with hunger and — exhaustion.” “ Bul, Josie, I have a faint hope that we will fall in with Captain Ruymm’s Big Horn ‘Traders. You know they have been expected daily, for fully a week. I also feel certain ~ comicbooks.com