Beadle's Dime Novels No. 85: The Fugitives — page 33: what you’re looking at

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SINGLE COMBAT. 385 Strike up!" cried he, and strove to rally his men. Every effort Was vain. Thus he fought and there he fell !* In the white heat of the battle, Franklin and Lieutenant Abingdon encountered. Both stopped short and looked in each other’s faces. “You here?” asked the latter. “Where else could I be at this moment ?” “IT know—but you were not in the fort.” “T fired with the first platoon, My hands have slain more than one being to-day.” “And I hope they will slay many more before the sect of sun.” | The two pressed hands and separated. There was no time for idling. There were too few—ah! too few, left to defend their homes. By this time it was manifest to the young Friend that the _ Gay was hopelessly lost. The wildest confusion prevailed. The sharp crack of the rifle—the Indian yell—the imprecation— the vain prayer for mercy—the thud of the tomahawk—the hurrying to and fro—these were the sights and sounds that met his gaze on every side. He had stood cool and collected, but the Pandemonium began to affect him, and the fever of excite- ment coursed through his blood. : “Verily, this is terrible—such as I have not looked upon before, Yonder is an ungodly heathen, dealing death around him, but he can not be impervious to a bullet.” | He brought his rifle to his shoulder, but at the very moment of pressing the trigger, a wild shot, whether from a friend or foe he never knew, struck the lock and injured. it beyond re- - Pair, ' “That is bad,” he muttered, as he lowered and examined € weapon. “ But it may do me good yet.” The brawny red-skin at whom the gun had been aimed was not more than ten yards distant, and most probably observed the act of hostility, for, with one of the whoops which it would seem are involuntary with his race, he bounded toward him With uplifted tomahawk. Taking but a step or two, he hurled the Weapon with tremendous force and unerring aim straight at the skull of the young man. The keen eye and quick Py % Miner’s History. - comichooks.com