Beadle's Dime Novels, No. 91: The Lost Cache — page 82: what you’re looking at

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\ 84 THE LOST CACHE. head, fell back, still keeping his arm, as if in a death-grip, - around Harry’s neck. The young gentleman, however, had sufficient presence of mind to tighten his hold upon the tree, and the grasp of his antagonist gradually relaxed, until he dropped down into the dark chasm. Putting forth all his energy Harry rose to his feet, and bounded over the bridge to his friends. The enraged Sidians saluted him with a general! discharge of bullets ang arrows, but he was unharmed, and the rifles of the whites quickly sent the red-skins back to: their shelter. - It was useless for them to make another attack, as it would be-certain death to attempt to cross the ravine, and they withdrew after a while, with a parting volley from the rifles. ; Chenault fainted as soon as he reached the arms of his friends, but was soon brought to his senses, and congratulated upon his escape. | “It was indeed a narrow escape,” said he. “I thought it. was all over with me when that red-skin tightened his grip on my throat, and I am much obliged to you, Farrar, for that shot. I saw you drawing a bead, and I turned away my - head, for I thought I had_as good a chance to be hit by the bullet as the Indian had.” “'Thar’s no thanks comin’ to me,” answered Ben, “ though I meant to do my best. Whar’ that shot come from, is more’n I can tell; but it warn’t ‘no rifle-shot, fur sart’in. Pra s it mought have drapped down.” “T think I can show you the marksman,” said John Brain- ard, as he pointed to his sister. “There es stands, with her pistol still in her hand; but I think that Providence must have directed the shot.” Sure enough, there stood Kate Brainard, confused and blushing. In the excitement of the moment, she had forgot- ten to put aside her pistol, and that, as well as her appearance, told that she had fired the shot. “Was it really you?” exclaimed Chenault, with a look in which admiration was mingled with wonder. “It hardly seems possible. How could you have fired with such excel- ~ Jent aim ?” “It was quite easy,” answered Kate. “I consider myself an excellent pistol-shot, and I had a fine opportunity. When connicloooks.com