Pulp Fiction, 1866 · page 38 of 100
Beadle's Dime Novels, No. 91: The Lost Cache — page 38: what you’re looking at
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40. THE LOST CACHE, = “4 whatever they might be: As she had always’been acctistomed to have her own way, she ‘succeeded in carrying out her. intention in this instance,’ in spite of the remonstrances of all. She considered hersélf rather an addition to the party, than: an incumbrance, for she was quite a good shot with a rifle, and knew how to use a revolver. } The only timorous person was Thomas, the Englishman, who protested against the expedition, and complained that he would certainly be killed in that Aawful country, hamong those ’orrid AInjins. As he was only laughed at, and as he was greatly attached to Mr. Brainard, he manfully strove to con- quer his fears, and set out. with the little party as cheerfully as he could. Traveling through the beautiful valley of the river, they met with no. serious hindranee,- until they approached the head-waters of the Fork. 'They had encountered'a few bands of friendly Indians, such as Baunecks and Shoshonies, but’had not been in any way molested.) ‘They had journeyed at a good rate of speed, and had chiefly subsisted upon game and fish, so that they were able to husband their stores of provisions. It was near evening, and the hights of the great mountains towered up before them,.as if to oppose their further progress, when Téte Bois, who had been riding ahead of the party, for the purpose of selecting a suitable: camping-ground, came galloping back, and announced that he had discovered a trail. “ Well, Téte Bois, what do you make of it?” asked Mr. Brainard. “ Are they Indians; or white men ?” “ TInjins—war-party—no lodge-poles.” “That looks bad. Ate there many of them ?” ‘Say pea iain me fifty,” answered the half- breed. | “ Bnougir to demolish us, certainly, if they can get hold of us. How long since they passed?” . “ Not long—since morning., §’pose they wait at pass near the river—trail runs that way.” “Then we will not run that way, Téte Bois, we must circumyent those scoundrels, and find a:camping-ground where we can give them the right — rp a ed if oe want to attack us.” comicbooks.conm