Pulp Fiction, 1866 · page 79 of 100
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THE TUG OF WAR. 81. bridge opened the only chance of safety for his sister, and hur- ried hér over the fallen tree, half carrying and half supporting her, between the limbs that had been so neatly trimmed by Sam Myers and Harry Chenault, — As for Harry, he rushed to the end of the bridge, drew his revolvers, and commenced firing indiscriminately into his dusky assailants, animated only by the intention of defending the pas- sage, if it should cost him his life. * It is impossible to tell how soon his life would have been lost, if Mr. Brainard al Téte Bois had not rushed up to his aid on the right, and if there had not been a simultaneous dis- charge of rifles on his left, from the other side of the chasm. As it was, Chenault felt a sharp pain in his left arm, as ifa - red-hot iron had been suddenly thrust through it, and saw a white man fall bleeding by his side, and saw that the wound- ed man was snatched up and carried across‘the bridge by a powerful and dark-complexioned fellow. : Then he drew his knife, as the loads in his pistols were all discharged, and prepared to sell his life as dearly as possible, thinking only of his promise to defend the bridge and the fair girl with whose voice and face he had become s0 strongly infatuated. | CHAPTER XIfI. A DESPERATE STRUGGLE, BEN Farrar and Green, the latter of whom was 80 rapidly recovering from his wounds, but not from his fear of Burt Adams, kept Chenault and Myers at work on the fortification, until the young gentlemen vowed and protested that it was strong enough, and that it would be simply nonsensical to work any more. As Harry expressed it, it was a work of supererogation, and he didn’t believe in that doctrine. Harry Chenault proved his faith by his works, or, rather, by his lack of works, for he threw down his spade and pick- ax, and declared that he would not strike another blow, or shovel another pound of earth, on Fort Myers. Carrying out + pe comiclbooks.conn