Beadle's Dime Novels No. 95 — page 81: what you’re looking at

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TREACHERY. , 83 ° \ The savage, with a wholesome fear of the “long knife” and the power of Moran to use it well, determined to secure this first. Beckoning to two tall savages, who followed him stealthily, he crept forward in the gloom, feebly relieved by a weak taper, burning in the corner. — _. The sword lay upon the side nearest the wall, and the In- sdian, kneeling upon one knee, reached over to seize it. He had it in his grasp, and was drawing it toward him, when some loosened plate upon the hilt jingled a little, and the'parti- san opened his eyes. A moment: passed before he could make out the reason of so strange a spectacle. Then his brown hand darted at the escaping Indian, and grasped him by the throat, with a gripe’ which nothing could unloose. In an instant the eyes of the Savage were starting from their sockets, his tongue protruded, and he was at the point of suffocation, when the other savages rushed in. Flinging Me-to-ne back with a force which nearly — deprived him of life, Moran leaped up, and grasping his sword, stood at bay. “ Back, you dogs,” he cried. “Do you dare attack Hubert Moran in his tent? He dies who advances a step.” But they were determined, and closed round him with des- perate courage. One fell, pierced through and through, in the first onset, and the others ‘recoiled a little. Sweeping the sword-point from side to side, the officer cleared a little space | about him,-and took breath. Me-to-ne had now recovered from the shock of his falk and, being no coward, turned angrily upon his men and rated them in no set termis for giving back. He was about to rush in with his hatchet, when the voice of Jaques restrained him. He had come to the tent-door, holding a rifle in his hand, which he pointed at the breast of Moran, raising it steadily, im spite of his wounded arm, “ Yield, Hubert.” -“ You have done this? ” “T have. -Yield.” . Moran looked about him, and saw the uselessness of resist- ance. Flinging down his sword in anger, he suffered him- self to be bound without a word of complaint, while Jaques looked on. comiicloooks.conn ‘e