Beadle's Dime Novels No. 310: Foghorn Phil — page 50: what you’re looking at

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52 FOGHORN PHIL our own friends will hasten to our aid as soon they find we are missing.” “Yes, Il know dear brother will not rest a moment after he finds we ure missing. But here is the trouble: when they get through with the buffalo chase, the changes are that they will return to the Steamer when they find we are gone, with the belief that De Ramee had taken us back there. If so, we need not expect our friends along soon. They may never come, for that traitorous villain may have a‘trap set for them.” “ Let us live in hopes of the best, Josie; let us look on ~ the bright side— ’Sh! did you move then, Josie?” she asked, in a soft whisper. “I did not, Paulie,” Josephine replied, creeping closer to her companion and placing her arm about her waist, as though she felt securer in being nearer her, “] was sure I heard, or rather felt something move in the tree,” replied Pauline, placing her lips close to Josie’s ear, “* Let us listen a moment,” said the latter. - In breathless silence they sat and listened—listened till the @ating of their own hearts seemed tumuljgous. -9Pben suddenly a slight tremor thrilled the lithe form of osie Markham, and leaning over to Pauline, whispered : ~ “Did you hear that, Paulie ?” “T thought I heard a sound resembling the subdued breathing of a person,” replied Pauline. — - -“T am sure I did, Pauline; and it seemed to be in this tree directly before us. My Lord, Pauline! what if it is a panther or a savage ?” | “T have my revolver, Josie, with five loaded chambers’; and upon this we can make some peliance if it should be an Indian, but—ah ! hist!” | They bend their heads awd listen. They can hear that | suppressed breathing again, and ‘there ‘is no mistaking the evidence of their hearing now. Something or some one possessed of life was concealed before them in the dense, dark drapery of the tree. They can hear the low, yet regu- lar respirations of the unknown which seems to be coming nearer and nearer to them as drawn by the fascination of their gaze. Suddenly the poor young creatures see a pair * comicboooks.conn