Beadle's Dime Novels No. 85: The Fugitives — page 89: what you’re looking at

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A BRILLIANT PLAN. ‘91 When his fatigue became painfully manifest, he spoke: “ Getting tired, Arthur ?” “Yes; I must sit down and rest,’ he wearily replied. “TI can not go any further.” Franklin overheard the reply and paused. “We have never thought we were taxing thy strength too severely. We should have remembered it.” “What is to be done, Stoddard ?” “We must allow him to take a good rest.” “ But the time that will be lost ?” “Can not be a great deal. It belongs to the boy, and we can not withhold it.” | “JT makes dis yer prop’sition,’ said Pete. “ Yer leave Massa Arthur here, under charge of Mr. Smithson and de leftenner, while me and Massa Stoddard go on to hunt de Injins. Ifyer gits scart, why you jes’ holler, and we’ll come back. When we gots sight ob de Injins I'll set up a yell, so you'll come up, and we'll all jine togever and make a rush on ‘em. If Arthur am tired, ye can carry him, and — good use ob him too.” “In what manner ?” inquired the lieutenant, who felt a little curiosity to know the plan of the negro. “ Jes’ took him up to de fire, and frow him down, so dat his heels would hit de Injins on de head, and den,+you see, his wait will hold ‘em down while we take de wimmins and runs away. Yah! yah! but dat will come it ober dem,” Pete seemed to imagine his plan an admirable one, for he laughed heartily, restraining any noise, in doing so, as much as possible. When the halt was made, the subject of it had stretched himself upon the ground, where he was enjoying to the utmost his relief from exertion. “Arthur has my entire pity,’ remarked Franklin, in a sympathizing tone; “ his frame cannot undergo the exertion that we do not feel. We should have given him the rest he needs, long since.” “ See here,” said old Gershom, who had listened to the re- marks of all. “ He is but a lad, why can not I pick him up and carry him? T’ve an idea them Indians ain’t fur off, and we're losing mighty precious time by waiting here. They Gonnicloooks.com