Beadle's Dime Novels, No. 91: The Lost Cache — page 47: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

THE GOLD AND THE GIRL. 49 as they could propose nothing better, and, sadly bent. their course toward the north again, leading the LOnUER of their fallen braves. Working their way through one of the Hellgate passes, and not. being incumbered with, wagons or any. baggage, they reached the eastern slope before Morris. Brainard and his’ party had fairly crossed the mountains, and again shaped their course for the south, without pausing to tell the tale of their disaster at the village Where they had left their women and children. 3 Burt Adams had.a twofold motive in aging his allies on this expedition. ~The concealed treasure, was one motive, and it was a great one—he meant to Jead them near the spot which the dead chief, lad described-to him; but he had. apn- other motive. A new idea, desire, or passion had sprung up in his breast, or, perhaps, an old one, that had been dead or forgotten. for years, had been suddenly and, strongly awakened. When he made the last attack upon Brainard’s amp on the bluff, and came so near succeeding, almost.-entering the for- tress before his approach was. perceived, he -had ,seen one-of his Indians shot down by a pistol. in the hands. of a young woman—a handsome young woman !.. The sight had almost, as he would have expressed it, “ knocked aim, endwise ”—she was so rarely and’ brilliantly handsome, as she rose up and fiashed forth death and defiance at the same instant. He was so paralyzed, that he was unable to-use his weapons, until the tremendous strength of Tite Bois had: destroyed his aids, and then he could only fire one unavailing shot..and,/take. {o- his heels. When he gathered his defeated savages poet and ‘after- ward, when -he led, them northward, and through the defiles of the Hellgate pass, that beautiful . girl was in his memory and filled his mind’s eye. When he thought of her, not only the dusky squaws of his Indian allies, but the dark-eyed Mex- ican damsels, and the other nameless beauties who had favor- ed him with, their smiles when his pockets were heavy with gold, passed away from. him, like a stupid dream, and he clwelt only on her fair face and splendid eyes. If he could only gain that prize, by fair means or foul—though it must be confessed that he knew little about fair means—what more connicloooks.comn i