Beadle's Dime Novels No. 92: The Twin Scouts — page 28: what you’re looking at

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80 3 THE. TWIN SCOUTS. The rods whistled through the air, and lighted upon the naked shoulders of the bound men. Not a shiver, not.a ery, spoke the agony they endured, as the fierce strokes came down. Only the eyes of each burned with a frightful malig- ‘nity, which told of the fire boiling in their hearts. The twins had made enemies who would be faithful unto death. The punishment was over; and, leaving them bound to the saplings, the young men proceeded to break the locks of their rifles, and throw their kniyes into the river. This done, they pulled the hunting-shirts over the scarred shoulders, and untied them, with the admonition that, if they crossed their paths again, they would shoot them down like dogs. The Indians answered never a word. Only the eyes still blazed like hidden fires, “ You will remember this,” said Alph. “Member it? Yes!’ The concentrated bitterness of his tone can not be ex: pressed. “ Go!” said Baw | - ‘Witbout another word, the warriors turned aside, and | the beaten path which the young scouts must pursue. + . “We have made enemies,” said Alph. » “We could do no less,” replied Ben. “The fellows pond have murdered us. Come on; we have wasted too much time upon them, and shall have to borrow some hours from the night.” “Yes, indeed; for we must -go thirty miles to-day, in resized way. It might have been as well had we stuck to the canoe.” ¥ Perianaa so; if the river were not so full of rapids. We have to carry the canoe so much of the way after we reach the Cohoes.” The young scouts hurried their steps, and at night, sliea they could no longer see the path, camped by the side of a little stream, which ultimately found its way into one of the tribu- . taries of the Mohawk. As they were in the midst of the Indian country, they did not light a fire, but satisfied their ‘hunger with some jerked venison, which they carried in their pouches, 'Fhis done, Ben lay down to rest, and dreamed of Flora, while his brother, taking his rifle in his hand, stood guard, Ti aee xd . comicbooks.com