Beadle's Dime Novels No. 310: Foghorn Phil — page 75: what you’re looking at

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ALF GETS HIS PAY. vind “Oh, the accursed wretches !” whispered Anamosa, a fierce revengeful fire burning in ber eyes. “If we could only have got Foghorn Phil out of the way,” Nogle continued, “we would have one powerful enemy less to deal with but our scout, Belzy Bumble, is out arter — “him, and it may 63 he'll rake in Foggy’s hair.” “Thank God, the villains are deceived there !” said Paul- ine. “Yes, indeed; Bumble and Foghorn are intimate friends,” replied ain oaty “and while they have been acting as scouts for their respective parties, they have been spies on the same parties’ movements in’ the employ of—well, no matter who it is.” After some further conversation in which high words en- sued between Nogle and De Ramee, in regard to the matter of paying the latter for his service in kidnapping the maidens, the three arose to leave the island. They staggered away to the upper side of it, De Ramee going before. They had no more than reached the margin of the island, when the females heard the sharp crack of a pistol, The lowed by a groan and the full of a body, Then they heard Nogle say : “Thar, Roche, we had no further use for De Ramee, and to eave him - blowin’ on us it’s just as well to have him mum.’ ‘Oh, girls!’ whispered Anamosa, “De Ramee has fallen a victim to his wickedness. Nogle has killed’ hin, and God only knows what they'll do next—but hark | what is Nogle saying ?” “Hi-ho, what have we here, Roche? A canoe ‘as lm born to die ! Mebby Gill was right about seeing a man and wimin round here.” “What a blunder!” exclaimed the Indian maid; “ they have found our canoe, and I am afraid it will ead to our discovery. But, if they" go to searching thé island, let us run around the island and spring into their canoe and pull out for shore—ah! they are searching the island this minute Come, girls !” Quickly and silently the three females crept through the undergrowth to where the villains’ canoe lay. They in- cenntenanee Con