Beadle's Dime Novels No. 85: The Fugitives — page 95: what you’re looking at

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THE RESCUER. 97 before he could do so; The savage was agile ‘and powerful, and it was not long before the lieutenant found he had grap- pled a man who was every way worthy of him, What would have been the ultimate result of the contest, it is hard to say, had not the iron-muscled Quaker interposed. “Thou art proving thyself exceedingly troublesome,’ he remarked, “ and I must perforce act somewhat violently toward thee.” Saying which, he dealt the Indian a blow that stunned him completely, and then quickly secured him. So silently and rapidly had these incidents taken place, that neither Annie Abingdon nor her mother was awakened. Je- rusha Smithson, after turning upon her side, had heard the brief struggie, and’ turning back again comprehended at a glance her situation, and the situation of her friends. “Mrs. Abingdon, wake up! Annie, wake up!’ she shout- ed. “ They’ve come! they’ve come !” Mother and daughter aroused themselves “at the same moment. George Abingdon rushed forward, and fell upon his mother’s neck. : “ God be praised !” exclaimed the parent, fervently. “‘ God be praised! you are alive and well!. And Stoddard is with you !” The young Quaker had walked forward, and knelt beside Annie, who had risen to the sitting position, and throwing his arms around her, drew her head to-his bosom. He did not seek to keep back the tears that would force themselves down his cheeks. For a few moments neither spoke, and then she murmured : “ How kind God has been! He has spared us all. Not one harmed—all safe. Were you in the battle, Stoddard ?” “ Verily, the spirit moved me, and the flesh is weak!” “ Strikes me that your flesh was pretty powerful to-day. Do you sce those two Indians lying there? He knocked each of them stiff. We were on Monocacy Island at dusk to-night, and one of the red-skins came at me with his knife, when Stoddard there slipped up behind him, and gave him a blow that tumbled him a dozen feet.” “My dear Jerusha, how came you here?” inquired Ger- shom, when there was a momentary lull in the conversation, comicbooks.com