Beadle's Dime Novels No. 85: The Fugitives — page 55: what you’re looking at

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A MOCCASIN. 57 - Dejected and thoughtful, Franklin began searching the ground for other evidences of the late presence of the Indians. he light was too obscure for him to detect those faint signs that Could not have escaped his. eye during the daytime, and he entered the house, where young Abingdon was anxiously awaiting him. : = horses are gone !” was the answer to the inquiring ook, “They have fled, thank heaven P’ “Hold! I fear the worst!” “What have you discovered? Do not keep me waiting.” Franklin walked into the room and produced the signifi- Cant moccasin. “I found that lying in the yard. Does it not tell its own Story ” . Old Gershom took the article and examined it. Pee. “A: genuine one, that’s sartin, and it isn’t three hours since it Was on the foot of a red-skin.” “But why should he leave it ?” “He has not cared for it. The weather is warm, and I ®pose likely as not he’s throwed it away, preferring to go bare- foot. Maybe the other one isn’t fur off” . “They have been captured, I fear,” said Franklin, after a moment’s silence. , | “ But the horses ?” “Have been stolen. Perhaps: they have been allowed to ride away. Could we know their direction we might reach them before the morning sun.” » “Ts there no way of determining it ?” : “I s'pose yer might send one ob us on to de Injins and ax ‘em which way dey am trabeling,” was the lucid suggestion of Pete. | “Would thou be willing to perform that duty?” _ “ Mi’ty willin’, but jis’ now ’fer to be ’scused. Didn’t see hottin’, Massa Stoddard, ob de sabages ’round de barn ?” “ Neither thou nor I saw any.” “Shall I tell yer whar dat moc’sin come from?” — a Do you know any thing about it?” asked Lieutenant nedon, in all seriousness. : | a Ronee know fer sartin, but I tinks de: old feller dat connicloooks.com