Beadle's Dime Novels No. 85: The Fugitives — page 40: what you’re looking at

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| 42 THB FUGITIVES. he dreamed of such an unnatural crime as this. Hoe was not filled with indignation nor fury toward John Pencil—a sort of horror, that, from its very excess, made him deathly sick, over- came him for a moment. .He had seen a white man do what: no Indian—and in fact what no barbarian—could be bought to perpetrate | When our young friend had recovered himself in & meas- . ure, he turned his attention toward the savages, some of whom... were close enough for their features to be distinguishable, The great wonder to him was that these men did not institute a thorough search of the bushes which offered such a tempt- ing concealment to the wearied and terrified fugitives... Espe- cially was this to be noted, when one. had issued from them in plain sight only a few moments before. ) The young Quaker could not believe that they would pass them by until he saw them turn their backs and walk toward another portion of the island. He than began to be more hopeful than he had been since landing. By this time, it was quite dark, which was a godsend to the fugitives, that were concealed in the: fields,on Mono- cacy, Or who were fleeing terror-stricken with their families through the woods in the direction of Wind Gap or Strouds- burg. Franklin had concluded to maintain his present position, if. possible to do so, until night had fairly set. in, when he meant to return to the mainland, and make his way to the home of the: Abingdons, who, he ‘bad good reason’ to fear, needed his assistance. . For the last fifteen or twenty minutes, a sedation rippling in the water just below him had attracted his attention; and, before leaving the spot, he determined to find the explanation for it. It could scarcely be an enemy, as there was no’plausi- ble reason for his concealing himself, while the probabilities were that it was a: companion in distress. “Friend,” called .out the Friend, “I fear thou art in sore trouble. Is it so?” The rippling ceased, but there was no reply. “ Wave no fear, as I seek no harm to thee.” Franklin heard some one coming through the water toward him. Not perfectly satisfied regarding matters, he held his Comiciooksscom |