Beadle's Dime Novels No. 96: Little Moccasin — page 45: what you’re looking at

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A CAPITAL SHOT. 47 must have lifted her head about an inch in leaping. A nar- row escape, indeed! though, as you see, I sprung aside the instant I had fired; but one of -his confounded paws might have reached me in passing, nevertheless.” “But where on earth is our deliyerer? Why does he not show himself?” asked Gage. “Capital shot, hey ?—look here !’——and he thrust his finger into a large hole near the creature’s heart—*“ ugh !” and both shuddered, as they acknowledged again, each looking into the other’s face, how narrow had been their escape, and how timely the shot. - “ Still,’ said Fletcher, “I don’t half like ihloedwe hunters are brethren, and I hate all mystery.” “Oh! it’s one of our crew,” said Gage, “ and just for the fun o’ the thing, he doesn’t mean to be known till we get back to the wigwam, and tell our story our own way.” “But I say, Captain Gage, have you many in at ‘crew equal to a shot like that ?” Gage shook his head. - “ Not more than two or three, cer- tainly; but I say, though » — looking at his watch——* hadn’t we better push ahead?” > | Ti “ By all means—ahead it is !” And off they ‘started once more, the Old Forester fol- lowing them at such a distance that he had wee to fear. After a long tr amp, during which he Ririns kept them in view, they turned away from the woods, entered a swamp, and finally were seen making their way along the top of a ridge, where they stopped several times and looked amen bat every direction, as if on the track of something. As he followed along the same ridge, and stopped and looked about him, and examined the snow, he was startled by the ap- pearance of & small moccasin-track, and with it, here and there, the’ print of a dog’s foot. Could these be the objects they were examining so carefully on their way? And now they strike off toward the north, evidently follow- ing sone kind of a trail; for they diverge ala and left from their general course, at long intervals, and appear to be look- ing for signs; and when they take up their march, it is al- ways in the same direction—just about due north, Comicbooks-Com