Beadle's Dime Novels No. 33: Maum Guinea and Her Plantation Children — page 145: what you’re looking at

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A FRIGHT. , 185 In that time of danger, Hyperion would have shot down the animal, much as he liked him, but the report of the pistol would be yet more fatal. Maum Guinea, powerful and self- possessed, seized the dog’s head, and drew the sharp meat-knife _ which she carried, firmly across his throat. “Poor Bruno!” murmured Rose, as he rolled over in death. And then the trio waited in such suspense as is agony of itself. Oa. The dog .had so torn and trampled the vines which previ- ously concealed, the entrance, as to make its discovery an easy matter; and doubtless the men were close upon his tracks. A man parted the bushes, peered. in, stooped, crawled through the opening, and stood before them, regarding the group with a curious and mingled expression. It was Johnson, of Judge Bell’s plantation—they were discoveréd! Hyperion might have killed him, but he would have been compelled ultimately to surrender, and it was not in his heart to kill any one of his pursuers—unless it might be Rose’s new owner. He looked in the agitated faces before him, and his eyes finally settled upon the girl’s. She threw up her hands, imploringly : “ Jonson,” she whispered, “ you will not tell on us ?” “ Good-bye, Rose; if you get off from here, don’t forget Jonson.” He turned abruptly, and had just made his way out, and pulled the bushes hastily over he spot, when others came up, and they heard him say: “ Where's Bruno? [I've been chasing him up, as he seems to bé on track of suthin; but he’s gone off in dat thicket now. Pears to me dat brush looks rudder suspicious. Dar ain't nothin’ to be seen ‘round here. Let's ’xamine dat brush-heap,”—and the party went away, leaving the fugitives another respite, CoOmiclookks.conn