ComicBooks.com Register / Loginit's free!

Pulp Fiction, 1866 · page 81 of 98

Beadle's Dime Novels No. 92: The Twin Scouts — page 81: what you’re looking at

📖 Open the full issue in the page-flip reader →
Beadle's Dime Novels No. 92: The Twin Scouts — page 81: Pulp Fiction, 1866

A restored page from Pulp Fiction, 1866. Page through the whole issue in the reader above.

📄 Transcribed text from this page (OCR, searchable)

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

A NICE SCHEME. 83 “W’at you think An-ga-wam say to me?” said the sentry warming with the liquor, * Don’t Know. ; what ?” “ He wants.the prophetess for his squaw.” * Yes; can’t git her, dough.” “ Says he will hab her, now, Dat’s what he lef’ us for, all is friends. We-goin’ to tek’ white girl, bimeby, an’ carry her out de village. An-ga-wam no go,on war-path. . Send all braves on but ten, and go nudder way wid dese. ‘Come back ~ here, and wait in hills.” ““ Goin’ to do it?” “Yes; tink we be der’.” “ When ?” “ Bimeby ; pretty soon.” “« S’pose she scream ; mek’ noise ?” “We tek’ car’ ob dat; she no mek’ much noise, an’ if she do—” Alph had heard enough ; his plan was laid with the widicle: ness of light. They should carry the prophetess out, as they - proposed, and he would turn it to his own advantage. Slip- ping silently to the front of the lodge, he glided quickly in. A taper burned dimly in one corner, and by its light, he saw the two girls sleeping upon a couch of bearskins, with their arms wreathed about each other, and their rosy lips parted enough to show the pearly teeth. Theskin of the Indian was almost as white as her friend’s, and her form was as faultless, He had no time to gaze at them, but stooping, he quickly placed a hand over either’s mouth and nostrils, awaking them by the movement, and preventing the scream they might have | given in their surprise and alarm. Flora knew him at once, ‘and he released her first, after whispering to her to be Silent. They expressed no surprise when they knew him. It was- the | nature of the scout to be thus brave in the cause of © loved. ote “Oh, Alph, I ici you would: come, "whispered Flot “ Ben! is he safe ?” “Yes, but. I would. not let him come into: the village. a | was afraid he would be too rash.” “You are very, very rash, Alph. There i is a guard just at the door.” CONNIE OOKSEEOn - -