Beadle's Dime Novels No. 85: The Fugitives — page 23: what you’re looking at

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FLIGHT. 25 “There are hundreds and thousands of big Indians run- ning out of the woods. Don’t you hear them yell ?” “ And what are our soldiers doing ?” “They’re firing jolly—how they’re sania in! By jiminy! it’s no use | they can’t stand it !” “What do you mean? What do you mean, Arthur ?” “The men are ruuning like all LURY. and the Indians team- ing after them! You ought to see’em trampling down the grain. Oh, mother, they’re spoiling it all.” Mother and daughter looked at each other. Both under- 8tood that the carnival of blood had begun. “What shall we do?” “We must leave; they will be here.” “ Where shall we go, mother ?” “ Almost anywhere, so that we get away from the Valley before the Indians come upon. us.” “ But will not the British officers restrain them ?” “ They can not—no one can restrain them.” .“ But shall we not wait until George and Stoddard—” “They may never come! Arthur, what do you see now ?” “The Indians have got behind the men, so they can’t get back into the fort, and they’re all stretching it across the fields toward the river. But tain’t no use, for the Indians are giving them fits. They can run a great deal the fastest.” For a half-hour more the boy remained in the tree, mo- mentarily announcing the principal points in the panorama passing before his eyes. At the end of that time Mrs. Abing- don summoned him down and ordered him to the stable, to bring forth two of their horses, for the purpose of taking the road toward Stroudsburg. The savages were already scatter- sen through the settlements, and an hour more might be too ate. What few things they most needed were hastily gathered together and placed upon the horses—two noble animals— either one of which could have easily carried the three with their baggage. In accordance: with her invariable custom, Mrs: Abingdon then secured the doors and shutters of the house, placing the key in her pocket, under the fond hope that she might soon return and find all undisturbed. CommicloookkS.Ccomn)