Beadle's Dime Novels No. 310: Foghorn Phil — page 67: what you’re looking at

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A LYING HYPOCRITE. 69 c% fr. was pot unknown/to them. Ruy hailed as with words - yf welcome, and assisted him aboard the raft... | 4. “Why, De Ramee, what brings you here this time of the night?” asked the captain. “Captain,” replied De Ramee, “the devil is to. ony to- night, all along the river; and you are wanted ashore im- yediately by one who told me all about your troubles at the island. I will take you ashore, captain, and then send half a dozen men to this boat to aid) Mr, simi in epaning it in to shore, to await for you to join it.” “Do you know whether’ those Milk . River Traders are about, Mr. De Ramee?” asked) Bassett, somewhat disap- pointed by the arrangements of De Ramee, tein Precmdes bis going ashore with them. “« They areone day’s journey up the Milk Pitas yet,” re plied the lying hypocrite, for he knew that the! Milk River Traders were within a’ mile of them at) that very moment, “so you need entertain no fears from this source, Mr. Bassett.” The next minute De Ramee and Rbymm.were in the canoe, moving rapidly shoreward,. Was the. captain, being lured into a snare, as Pauline Afton and Josie Markham had , been ? Frank Bassett watched them until they had aan prientea in the shadows’of the shore, then a :truer sense of his lonely situation was impressed strongly upon him, and advancing to the center’ of the boat, he seated‘ himself on a roll. of furs uneasy and suspicious. More than once he) imagined he could hear the suppressed breathing of enemies concealed all around him; and even some of the rolls of furs seemed like foes, and appeared to be creeping toward him. These vagaries he endeavored to shake off, but the. more he tried, the stronger they grew upon him, until the horrible spell wus suddenly broken by the dip of a paddle. Rising to his feet and glancing shoreward, he discovered a long, clumsy-looking dug-out creeping ‘out from the shadows of the north shore, and moving obliquely down the river to- ward the flutboat, . It contained but a single occupant, whom Bassett. al. onee recognized: as Dick Trout, the hunter, His preseuce was hailed with joy by the young man, for the hun- ter was one of those who went down with the island. 310 3 Cconniclooolkks,. conn