Pulp Fiction, 1865 · page 47 of 100
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STRANGE STILLNESS. 49 at once set out to reach the Abingdon mansion. This was at & considerable distance, and it required great care upon their Part. The lawless Indians were wandering in every direction in quest of plunder and life, and they were frequently discoy- ered in startling proximity. By making a long détowr, how- ever, after the manner of Pete, they reached the woods in Safety, and shortly after came in sight of the clean white house, that each supposed contained for him the dearest. objects on earth, CHAPTER VIII. WHITHER ? “Tank heaven! the house is undisturbed,” was the feryent ejaculation of Lieutenant Abingdon, as he and Stoddard Frank- lin emerged from the woods and approached the dwelling. “ How still every thing is!” remarked the latter. “It seems as if deserted.” : ) . “They have gone in and fastened the doors and shutters. Oh?! how rejoiced I am that they have been spared.” The impulsive young man was pressing eagerly forward, ‘When his companion laid his hand upon his arm, He turned around rather impatiently. | “George, I like not this strange stillness, Let thee be cau- tious !” “But they are frightened,’ returned.the son, a dreadful fear taking posséssion of ‘him. “ Wait, thee knowest not who may be in there—”, “See there !” interrupted the lieutenant, pointing to the shut- ter, beneath which the rays of some candle or light were thrown outward. “I know they are there,’ he excitedly continued. At the same moment he placed his hand upon the knocker and Save a resounding stroke, Instead of an instant response, the light was instantly extinguished, and they detected the hurried movement of some one within, . Immediately after all was still. .. - like it not,” said Franklin., “ Thy folks are not in there, ‘Tis some ene else.” iss conmicioooks. com