Pulp Fiction, 1874 · page 64 of 94
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66 FOGHORN PHIL. All three subsided into a dead silence and listened. The dip of a paddle caught their ears, and like a startled deer Anamosa sprung to ler feet and swept the river around them with a keen glance. From the shadows of the east shore she saw a canoe glide out, and head directly toward the little island upon which they stood. There were three men in it, aud from the frigtt- ened looks and words of the Indian Princess, it was evident that she knew who they were. “ Ay !” she exclaimed, in a terrified voice, “they are com- ing here. They do not know we are on the island, but they may discover us, and then, alas !” “Do you know them, Anamosa ?”? asked one of her com- panions. “Too well, dear child; they are our enemies. One is Al- fonso De Ramee, the renegade Sioux chief; one the captain of the Milk River Traders, who hired De Ramee to kidnap Miss Afton, and the other, the villain who hired De Ramee to kidnap Miss Markham-—three as vile outlaws as ever went unpunished.” A little ery of terror escaped the lips of the maidens. “And is there no avenue of cacape for us, Anamosa ?”’ asked Pauline. ‘ “Tf we had a canoe, we might eran away ; on canoe is but a frail one that would not carry two persons.” “Then do not risk your life here with us, Anamosa, but take your canoe and go. I have a revolver which has done , good service in defeating De Ramee once, and I can use it again if need be.” “ No, no, girls,” replied Anamosa, “] will not desert you. I have a weapon also, and as our three fates are indirectly linked, let us stand together in this trying hour. -But come, let us conceal ourselves on the west side of the island, for they will be apt to land on the east side.” The three arose, and taking their blankets, crept softly through the shrubbery to the west side, where they seate: themselves, Scarcely had they done so, ere Alf De Ramee and his two confederates in crime, landed upon the little island within twenty feet of three crouching female figures ! " connmiclbooks.com I