Pulp Fiction, 1866 · page 85 of 100
Beadle's Dime Novels, No. 91: The Lost Cache — page 85: what you’re looking at
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FRANKLY SPOKEN. 87 must have been very steady—or the bullet would have gone through my head, instead of that of the Indian. Such a hand is worth having, and many men would be proud of it. » May I look at that hand? May I hold that wonderful hand in my own?” ~ He did look at the hand, and did hold it in his own, with Kate’s tacit permission. “It seems incredible that you could have fired that shot,” he said; “for this hand is far from steady—it trembles as I hold it.” : “That is because you press it so hard,” answered the blush- ing girl. “Oh, Miss Btainstd<oKatez-I wish that I might have that hand, with the heart of its owner, to be mine forever !” “Hush !” exclaimed Kate, quickly withdrawing the coveted hand. “I think I heard my father call me. You must speak to him, sir, about the hand; the heart is already yours.” With these words, she ran out of the cabin, leaving Harry in an ecstasy of happiness. Under such pleasant circumstances, it is not to be wondered at that the young gentleman’s wound healed rapidly, and that he was perfectly recovered within a week. Sam Myers, who did not approve, as he emniviened it, of his friend having all the fun to himself, often brought up the sub- ject of the hid treasure, and urged a continuance of the search for the lost cache; but Chenault was so entirely absorbed in the treasure he had lately acquired, that he could not think or speak of any thing else, and postponed the search, on various pretexts, from day to day: At last, Myers, who was quite disgusted, vand who did not remember how he had behaved when he first fell in love, resolved that he would be put off no longer, and tlfat he would have a pl#in talk with his friend. “JT must tell you, Harry,’ he began, “that I am tired of this, and that I do not mean to stand it any longer.” “Tired of what, my dear fellow? What is it that you do not mean to stand ?” “You can not misunderstand my meaning. It is all very well for you to fall in love with a pretty girl, here in the wild- erness, aud to wish to enjoy her company; but it is not “and ing to business. It is natural, I suppose—” | comicbhooks.com