Pulp Fiction, 1866 · page 57 of 100
Beadle's Dime Novels No. 97: The Doomed Hunter — page 57: what you’re looking at
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THE PURSUIT. 59. “Now I must say good-by, for it is uncertain when we may meet again.” A few hasty words of parting were spoken, and then the young man opened the door. Looking carefully forth to make sure that none of his foes were at hand, he passed into the open air, and scon the darkness hid him from the eyes of his friends. Not till he reached the darkest shades of the forest did the fugitive pause, and then but for amoment. How to proceed, in what direction to go, and where to pause, were points upon which he could not decide. More fully than ever he realized how utterly outcast he was—how doubly doomed! ‘The savages sought his life, but sought it no more persistently than did the whites—those with whom he had lived for many years, and during all those years had borne a spotless charac- ter. But, he reflected that appearanges were against him— that it was but natural for his fellows to fix the dreadful crime of murder upon him. That he could prove his innocence at some time he did not doubt ; yet, meanwhile he must keep himself concealed, not only from the whites but also from the aborigines. If he was fortunate enough to do this all would be well. These thoughts passed through the young man’s mind in a moment, and he decided to shape his course to the westward. There he knew game to be plenty, and in those lonely, almost unexplored wilds, he would be comparatively secluded from the world of mankind, red and white. : To think was to act, for he had no time to lose. In what direction his pursuers had gone he hardly knew, but trusted to his good fortune and ready instinct to avoid them, if any @hance should throw him in conjunction with them. — Ralph walked very rapidly, for it was verging toward morn- ing, and he wished to put a respectable stretch of wilderness between himself and those who sought his life before light should visit the earth. He knew the region perfectly, and scarcely gave heed to his footsteps, so bisy were his thoughts with the strange scenes through which he had passed. - But he was soon brought to consciousness by the appear- ance of a figure just in advance of him, and the abrupt ques- | tion : és : : commiclboooks.conn