Beadle's Dime Novels No. 95 — page 86: what you’re looking at

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88 _ EPH PETERS. cordially grasped by Moran. “ We crossed swords at the battle of William Henry.” “ And I have heard of po in another way, captain.” “ Ah, indeed I” “From a mutual friend, Mademoiselle Marguerite Wylde.” Mannering flushed alittle. “Iam glad Miss Maggie thinks me worthy of mention. How did you fall into the hands of these fellows.” ~ 4 “Solely on her account. I found some fault with her treatment at the hands of my ensign, Jaques Chattillon, who received the cut in the right arm. He set the Indians on me, telling them that I had a bad spirit in me, and they must burn it out. But the story will keep. I take it that you mean to rescue her.” “Yes; how many men remain in your camp ?” “ Seven Indians and Jaques Chattillon. I may as well add the old woman, for she is devil enough to fight.” “We are four against nine, then.” “ Four ?” “Yes; we have a negro on the lake, who will fight. The question is, can we get into the camp in such a way that they can’t harm Maggie? That must be done somehow.” __ Eph looked at the dead* bodies at his feet, whistling softly. Some idea was working through his noddle, and it came oug at last. “Strip off your outside garments, and case yourselves in these. Here, Ronald, yew take this one; he is jest your size. Durn it all, they expect these ere fellers back, and it won’t do to disapp’int them altogether. When we get to the camp, every one pick a man, and let him have it. When it is over, go im with your pistols and swords. I am good for two of the varmints. ‘The first thing yew dew, loosen little Dave, an’ give him a club. Tom won’t have a chance in it at al.” Acting immediately upon this suggestion, they were soon busily engaged in effecting the change of garments, and in a short time were rigged out in the toggery of the deceased savages. Eph went back for the belt and head-dress of Me- to-ne, and placed the plumes so that they hung partly over his face. — “Tt wouldn’t dew any other time,” said he, “ but they won't comiclbooks.com