Beadle's Dime Novels No. 87: On the Deep — page 67: what you’re looking at

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IN, AMBUSH... 69 Staggering toward her It-was soon so near that she recog nized Capstan. 3 Fly !’ he gasped. hoarsely, and fell at her feet, in the agonies of death, Then she heard a yell, followed by the rushing of many footsteps... She threw a farewell glance upon the blood-stained brow of her wounded protector, staggered a few yards, and then half-fainting, crawled amid the shrubbery that lined the bank, Luckily the sand was too dry and hard to take the impression of her slender feet, otherwise the party of savages and, Malaya, who now_emerged, upon the beach, must have tracked her at once. As it was, they passed so close to her hiding-place, that she might easily have touched one of them with her hand, They returned a moment later, and very soon she heard a noise that made her shudder, It was the splash of the dead body as it was thrown into the water. - Not long afterward, she heard the party moye into the shrub- bery: through little openings among the twigs and leayes, she saw them crouch to the ground, with. their backs turned toward. her, Their low voices then broke upon her ,ear: a startling suspicion flashed into her mind, These men having seen the swimmers, and guessed their intentions, were jurking in ambush in order to attack them when they. should return ; She must prevent this, if possible ! F Cautiously emerging from her place of be Sef | SIRE she glided rapidly along, upon, her hands and knees, keeping ix the shadow of the bank. She continued her way until an ab, rupt curve afforded. her a position from which she could watch for .the appearance of her friends without being seen by her enemies.. Plucking a searf from her shoulders, the brave girl stood. ready to motion the seamen back. the moment they should greet. her vigilant gaze, , But, while still watching the opposite beach with painful anxiety, she heard behind her, the noise of advancing footsteps ; together with that of a chorus of savage voices. , _“ Loko! Loko! Loko. P siecr a. The word was shrieked forth with ‘startling vehemence : it rose distinctly. above the crashing of shrubbery and the trampling of feet. She turned and crouched to the sand— her terror depriving her of the strength to move. A moment 3 87 connicloooks.com