Beadle's Dime Novels No. 92: The Twin Scouts — page 68: what you’re looking at

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70 THE TWIN SCOUTS, their course impeded by a mingled group of women and children, and could make but slow progress Tiny knew what he was about, and was a directly for the horses, picketed upon the Oteengwatd a hundred yards away. Rushing into their midst, he tore up the lariat which bound the flectest among them, and leaping upon him, dug his © heels into his sides, turned his head to the mountain, and was Off like the wind, shouting back his defiance to the discomfit- ed foe, who continued to run after him, though morally certain that they could not catch him. Some of the more cunning darted back for their muskets, while some, in fear and trembling, mounted the remaining horses, and started in pursuit. - Tiny pressed on up the mountain, looking back, from time - to time, at the yelling crowd. Ben quickly descended from his perch, and ran hastily out of the opening into the defile. The daring young negro was too good an addition to their party to be lost. How much, then, was Tiny startled. by the apparition of*a white man, standing directly in his path. Upon a second look, bé recognized him. | “ Good Lord ! Massa Ben, dat you?” “Yes; dismount.” He got down from his horse without question. Strike your horse, and send him on.” The negro applied his broad-palm to the flank of the nbd uttering a sharp cry. The startled beast dashed on, and was soon hidden from view by the rocks. | “ He won’t stop under three miles. Follow me.” Ben returned to the cave, followed by Tiny, who only knew— that the young man had ordered him to do this, and obeyed with the btind faith peculiar to his race. Down into the bowels of the mountain, and again into the light, and the escaped prisoner stood in the presence of hig father. Tiny, had seen him bound and helpless, laid upon the floor of the burning cabin, and to him. it seemed like a resurrection from the dead. . There was a silent hand-pressure, for they had learned the virtue of silence, and the tears-dimmed the eyes of each—father and son, alike rescued from a terrible fate. — “Kil? said Tiny, at length. ‘“ Knew dey cu'dn’t kill you, fader.” : COMME HOOKS.COMmM aa :