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22 THE DOOMED HUNTER. trees hyarabouts—why don’t we stringhim up? We know he’s the one !” | | “Yes—string him up! String him up!” responded various voices in chorus. ‘“ We'll set an example, if it does come a little tough at fust !”’ The proposition instantly gained ground, and hanging was not the only means suggested. “Burn him!” “Shoot him ?”? “ Chop his head off!” “ Roast him P’ were some of the modes suggested by the rough crowd, as being more satisfactory than simple hanging. Ralph began to tremble, as well. he might, at the rapidly increasing violence of the exasperated settlers. Death, speedy and awful, stared him in the face! He attempted to expostu- late with the multitude, but in vain. His friends, few in num- ber, also joined in the protest, but all was of no ayail. The tumult increased momentarily. Torches were brought in abundance, ropes produced, and clamorous cries for the prisoner’s death resounded more and more fiercely. It was a fearful scene, as revealed by that uncertain torch- light. The stark, cold body of the murdered man; the pale and anxious prisoner; the agitated and surging mass of angry men, with pale, distressed and weeping women and children in the back-ground, lighted by the ghastly and flickering torches. Suddenly a fresh cry was raised, and headed by the zealous William Rufus, the avengers of blood dashed toward the young hunter. CHAPTER IIT. THE DOOMED HUNTER. “ Comm, sir,” said the over-zealous leader of the mob, “ we are sorry to put ye to any trouble; but it won’t dew to let ye | go loose any longer. Some of ye jest tie the feller’s hands | ahind his back, so he won’t be dangerous, and we'll hey’ a ‘show here what never was see’d afore in Forest Valley, not by a long run.” Several men scized the hunter’s arms, and forced them EComicbooks;com 4 : — = = > Vo a _ i AE i es Ok ee ee