Beadle's Dime Novels No. 87: On the Deep — page 49: what you’re looking at

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THE THRE GUESTS. 3 51 prostrate man in a moment, and his war-club lifted as though to deal a fatal blow. Guy could not moye, for another savage had seized his arms, a third had grasped his ankles. He was utterly powerless. The knee upon his breast felt like some great iron weight; the grasp upon his arms and ankles was like that of a vice. He saw the head of the ponderous club quivering above him; he believed that in a moment it would descend, with crushing force, upon his skull. Why did not the savage strike at once? What pleasure could he derive from torturing him in this manner? The cruel, exultant expression of the native’s face inspired him with horror and indignation. His eyes flashed glances of defiance into those of his tormentor. Onolo—who, all this time, had been closely scrutinizing his countenance—suddenly uttered a grunt and a laugh of satisfaction. Then he spoke a few words, and Guy was released. He sprung to his feet, and, enraged beyond all bounds, would, the next moment, without thinking of consequences, have thrown himself upon the short savage, had not the interpreter and the chief grasped him by the shoulders. “You very brave!” cried the old man. “Chief do dis for see whether you so. S’pose you said, ‘No kill! no kill!’ he kill quick. But, you no do dis, and so he say he keep you for one warrior for him. He say you make good warrior ; so he no let ’nudder white man come and take you. Go sleep now, s’pose, you like.” The three guests having by this time departed, Loring made his way to the mats, and, throwing himself upon them, drop- ped at once inte a sound slumber. comicbooks.com