Beadle's Dime Novels No. 85: The Fugitives — page 81: what you’re looking at

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A GLIMPSE. 83 indeed was he of encountering the dreadful Quaker that he ran a few steps to make sure of being out of his way. . Franklin listened until his steps were heard no more, and ~ then resumed the pursuit. They progressed in the regular “ Indian file,” walking quite rapidly, and yet with such silence that they almost might have brushed the face of a sentinel without his being aware of their presence. | They had adyanced something less than a half-mile further, when a suppressed exclamation from the leader caused them to halt. “T saw a light through the trees,” he whispered, “ but "tis gone again.” All moved slowly forward a few steps, when an unmistak- able glimmer was seen. They were in the vicinity of a camp- fire beyond all question. | CHAPTER XIV. - -ROOLED, _A sHorT consultation was now held. All believed they were within a few rods of the hostile camp, and that the mo- ment of rescue was close at hand. “ Remain here,” said Franklin. “I will steal up to the camp- fire and find out: how matters stand. If it be expedient, I will then summon thee to my assistance. Do not leave this place, as I may not know where to look for thee.” “Wouldn’t it be better for me to go along ?” said young Abingdon, who did not altogether like this remaining behind, when his dear friends might need his presence. “ Rentembus there are two Indians—both armed—rather more than a pru- dent man would attack single-handed.” “ Thee knows me well enough George to know that J will not be rash and thoughtless. I go not now to fight but to learn how matters stand. I will rejoin thee before striking a blow. “ Good-by then.” The daring young Quaker moved aside in the direction of comicbooks.conm