Pulp Fiction, 1866 · page 85 of 102
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S TE aanven: | 87 But before he could draw the knife, the terrible hand of the scout. loosed its grip for a moment upon the throat, and dashed full into the face of the Indian with blinding force, Involuntarily he threw up his left hand to avoid.a second blow, thus losing his hold of the knife. Eph instantly caught it up, and buried it to the hilt in the brawny breast. The limbs relaxed, the head fell back, and he was dead. Shaking off his stiffening hand, Eph rose and looked about him. The adversary of Ronald had. fallen with a sword wound in the breast. But the struggle between the partisan and his enemy had not yet.ended. Eph picked up the hatchet and approached the spot, seen dimly by the torch which flickered :gn the ground. The two had struggled to-their feet. Eph caught up the torch, kin- died it again, and took a view of the two. Moran was wounded, and feebly attempting to hold his adversary with nis wounded arm. But he broke away, and ran into the woods at full speed. ~ Shouting to the others to stay-where they were, the scout followed close upon his heels. The Indian ran well, but the man who followed him was the swiftest runner in the colony. The Indian heard the beat of his pursuer’s feet close at hand, and knew that he was doomed. The* tomahawk was lifted, there was a sudden cry, and the spy paced slowly back, hold- ing the bloody hatchet in his strong-right hand. The men who had met as enemies on bloogy battle-fields shook hands in the midst of that dense wilderness. “T swore to hang you, Sir Spy,” said Moran. “I should be right loth to keep my word.” “TI swore to visit you in your camp,” replied Eph. oe shall keep my word.” “If you do, and I catch you, by our Lady, I will let you go free.” “Hang me if yon catch me, Captain. Moran, or I .shall make you trouble.” “T hope you found my ‘horses to your liking ?” | “Very good horses. I sold them for fancy prices,” replied Eph, coolly. “Captain Mannering, this is Captain Moran; you have heard of him.” | a have, ” replied Mannering, offering his hand, which was . comicloooks.com