Beadle's Dime Novels No. 92: The Twin Scouts — page 50: what you’re looking at

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| 52 THE TWIN SCOUTS. “T’s good at deer-stalking, Marse Alph.” “So you are. Then be as careful as if you were coming up to a stag, and were almost within shot.” “ Dat’s it!” “Now lead us to the place where ‘they entered the woods.” The black took the advance, and the brothers, slinging their tifles across their shoulders, advanced briskly to the edge of the woods. Here the road was beaten down by many hoofs and moccasin tracks. The Indians had evidently stolen every horse upon the place. “They don’t mean to force her to walk,” quoth Ben. “That is one comfort.” “Better still, we shall be able to follow the trail easily. Which horse did she ride, Sam ?” | i . “Her horse, Abdallah,” replied the giant. “ Here is his footmark. There is no mistaking that. Tight and dainty as the foot of his mistress. We shall be able to follow that with ease. Come on.” pa The march was begun. Up the long slopes of the Adiron-. dacks, by the margin of the classic lakes embosomed among the hills, the rescue-party followed the Indians. With un-. swerving fidelity, the giant negro strode on in the footsteps of the young scouts, uncomplaining, tireless as they. The In- dians traveled rapidly, as the pursuers knew by the fact a | the trail freshened but little as they proceeded. “They will reach the village long before us,” said Ben, as they paused for rest one night under the drooping branches of a pine forest, by the side of a shining lake, visited by tourists every year, since the neti inenens have become.a place of summer resort. The negro had thrown a lind into the water, and was watch- ing its limpid depths intently, not in admiration of its beauty, but with the interest of a hungry man in search of hissupper. The eyes of Alph were noting his proceedings, as he an- swered his brother in the cautious undertone which fishermen ; naturally assume. : “Certainly. Jexpect it. All the better for eal | you have him, Sam” | seer £84 Si The negro had deposited a four-pound trout upon the bank, “Dem’s ’em, massa. Knowed dat feller w’u’d bite.” COME OOOKSaCOln