Beadle's Dime Novels, No. 91: The Lost Cache — page 49: what you’re looking at

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BURT IN BAD HUMOR. 51 ~ The night was not favorable for such an enterprise, as it wag clear, and the moon was shining; but the Indians declar- ed that their hearts were hot, and Adams felt that his was blazing, and they could not afford to watch for a better op- portunity. There -was something ominous in the fact *that the camp showed no lights, and that all was still as death as they ap- proached it. Had it been abandoned, or—what? The as- sailants did not know, but they pressed on stealthily and silently, hoping to surprise the occupants, until. they were themselves surprised by a sheet of flame, accompanied by ‘leaden missiles of death, that flashed and flew at them from the top of the knoll, and made them peeagennds Sage) who could—for their liven: Adams, who was now fairly releine: vowed that he would not be whipped so. easily as that, and arranged his Indians for a concentric assault from all sides: on the knoll. It was a grand assault that they made, when the signal was given, and the struggle was a close and fierce one, for the Indians were as savage as wolyes, in their hunger for revenge and booty, and they fought like furies; but they were beaten back at last, and the whites were left in undisturbed possession of the knoll. Among the last to retreat was Adams, who had once got inside the breastwork, and who carried back with him. a gash in the face that did not Improve his looks in the least. When he was safe in his own camp with his Indians, he seemed much depressed in spirits, and sat down, with his forehead in his hands, and an expression of the greatest be- wilderment. « We've been fooled,” he said, wrathfully but sadly. “’Tain’t the same ones as we attacked afore. Thar’ was four men and a gal in that party—one big man—I know him—that infar- nal half-breed, Téte Bois. In this party thar’ was only four men, and nary gal, and nary big man. °’Tain’tthe same party as tother party, but what in thunder are these uns doin’ here?” “ As no one seemed able to answer tres he fell to musing, inwardly resolving that he would not get into’such a hornet’s nest again, but would commence a careful search for the gold and the girl. . connicloooks.comn