Beadle's Dime Novels No. 96: Little Moccasin — page 57: what you’re looking at

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A. NEW, MARVEL. 59 in. view, for he,.also, judging by his cautious. and stealthy movements, was on the trail of something. Ali at once, however, and while he was yet a long way off, and running from tree to tree, whenever he could get a chance within the shadow, while. the other seemed to. be looking ab different, way, something: in his attitude startled,Gage so. that a slight exclamation escaped him. He stole nearer—-yet nearer od became satisfied that he was on. the track, ofthe Old Forester himself, Astonished and vexed, and somewhat. puz- zled, he determined | to be still more wary, ,. At any rate, as: it ‘was no longer possible to see the traces of the Indian girl by the changeable, uncertain light, of the moon, he resolved to keep the major in sight. “And ¢f—gracious heaven.! 7;’— said he to himself, wondering he had never thought of: it be- fore—* éf he is on the same errand, I haye only to follow his lead without. ‘being suspected, so crafty and so sure is he,.to find out either all. I wish to know without puzzling my&elf dbout the lost. trail, or at. least, what the plague he is after,’ It. grew colder and colder—so cold. that poor Gage was afraid to stop, or.eyen to think of zesting, though the weather seemed. to have no effect upon the jor, if one might judge by the swiftness and elasticity of is movements. Two or three times, while they, were within a long rifle range, the Old Forester stopped, and s seemed to be listening ; but never once did he stoop or look down, as if searching for signs; and hour after hour, held on. his way, as if with a certain definite a pose over a perfectly, familiar path, — S . Very strang ge, and rather mysterious, " thought Gage; “ “but cunning as he is, he, shall. find me.a match for him, if I have the least reason to, suspect him of listening or eavesdropping.” At length, he reached a desolate. region, all, heaped with Joosened. rocks, and. blasted hemlocks, and. burnt stumps, and driftwood, and other. unsightly. rubbish. ‘It seemed as. if they had been, “overswept. by fire and. flood—* wrecks, of a single winter, —and the, rocks. and trees were piled up, here and there as you may see them to this day in the bed of.the, tor- rent, which swept, away. the, Willie family. among , the, White Hills. of New Hampshire. , ia “There the major stopped, and after Jooking Sous for a few moments, as if to satisfy 1] himself that. he was. not, followed, nor 4 - ~ ‘oy comichooks.com