Beadle's Dime Novels No. 85: The Fugitives — page 92: what you’re looking at

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94 THE FUGITIVES. “Dat’s de way I allers does,’cept when dey don’t ax it, den I don’t wait, but gibs it widout axin’.” A moment later the pursuers were on their way, advancing in Indian file, and with the same caution that had character- ized their former movements. They had not gone more than the eighth of a mile, when, to the surprise of all, a bright light was seen glimmering among the trees on their right— evidence unmistakable that they were in the vicinity of an- — other camp-fire, A halt was instantly made, and, as before, it was agreed that the young Quaker should go forward and-reconnoiter. This time he took the precaution to carry Lieutenant Abing- don’s rifle. Admonishing them not to change their position, and on no account to make any noise, he took his. departure like a shadow. The minutes wore slowly away to those in watching. They endeavored to keep patience, but, where all were so anxious, it was about impossible. At the termination of what seemed a halfshour, but what in reality was ten minutes, they became conscious that the Friend was among them. “We have verily found the heathen at last!” were his first words, uttered in the quiet tones that always characterized him. CHAPTER XVI. NOW, MY FRIENDS ! “Tae heathen have no fears of pursuit,” continued the young Quaker ; “ both are sound asleep.” “ And mother and Annie ?” asked young Abingdon, all ex- citement and anxiety. “Are also asleep—reposing as quietly, to all appearance, as if they were safe in the shelter of their own house, More- over, there is another with them—’ “An Indian ?” “ A woman—wrapped up in a blanket, so that I could not discern her face. I saw the forms of three prisoners stretched upon the ground.” oniciote aaa