Pulp Fiction, 1874 · page 66 of 94
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65 FOGHORN PHIL. : before us, it will be a terrible task for me to bear the sad newag of Colonel Aylesworth’s death, to his friends.” “Yes, Frank, for when Aylesworth died, a noble man was lost,” said Rhymm, sadly. r fe. captain; Aylesworth was one of nature’s noble- man; but, captain, I believe our party was betrayed into the enemies’ power by a traitor.” The captain started and fixed a keen, searching glance upon Bassett’s face. “Do you really think so, Bassett?” he asked. “TI do. Those savages that were concealed under the island, knew we were going to stop there, and some one of our crew must have told them our intentions in time for them to set their traps.” “There is not one of my crew upon whom I could fix’ this stigma, unless it is Judge Trout.” “| differ with you, captain; I think it was Jake Du Busk. I have mistrusted his real. character ever since we started on this expedition.” Captain Rhymm expressed the deepest regret that any of his men had ever given cause for such suspicion; and ex- pressed a hope that all would prove themselves clear, yas By this time the flatboat had drifted a quarter of a mile down the stream, and all sounds of that terrible disaster at the island had become hushed. ‘They were now. within a mile of the mouth of the Milk river, and Captain Rhymna began to express great fears of running into new dangers, If they only had a canoe, they could easily abandon the raft and take to the shore, but as it was, they were compelled to remain entirely idle, while the current was Carrying them . slowly away from their friends, Young Bassett kept a constant “watch up the river in hopes that Foghorn Puil would come to their release; but in this he was doomed to disappointment. However, his altention was suddenly arrested by a Canoe putting out to- ward them from the north shore, the occupant, » white man, paddling quite rapidly. As he approached the raft, the captain and Frank recognized him as Alfonso De Ramee, the young Spanish gentleman, with whom they had formed an acquaintance at Fort Union; but whose true character ’ connmicloooks. com