Beadle's Dime Novels No. 97: The Doomed Hunter — page 61: what you’re looking at

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RALPH GUESSES NOT. 63 that no unwelcome visitor approach his vicinity. There was a stream of pure water near by, and his abundant repast of the night before had driven all thoughts of present hunger from his mind. Noon came and passed. The fugitive was quite refreshed, and yet no signs of foes. Strengthened by the hearty food of which’he had partaken the night previous, and anxious to avoid any chance capture, he resolved to set out immediately for the western wilderness. There he would be safe, for a time at least, and could give body and mind that rest so much needed. . Passing down to the creek he bent over, se took a hearty drink of the crystal waters. It was refr eshing and delightful to his wearied frame, and as it was questionable when he might meet with tolerable water again, he bent over and took a second draught, 6c Ugh. Add As the youth was rising to his feet a deep, guttural voice upon the other side of the stream pronounced a single excla- mation, and two men, yery similar in physical developments, but very unlike in outer characteristics, stood regaraing. cate other dubiously. The intruder was none other than Ralph’s sometime friend and preserver, Elk’s Foot, the Indian prince ! Evidently his surprise at the meeting was was no less than ~ that of Ralph. Neither had a weapon in hand, and neither’ seemed fully to comprehend the other’s feelings toward him. “ Elk’s Foot glad to meet pale-face ’gain,” that individual finally remarked, looking around him as much as possible without taking his eyes from the man he addressed. “TJ can’t say that I am ’specially glad of any such thing,” returned Ralph, who was chagrined at the meeting. “ You didn’t use me especially well when I saw you before.” “Me hunted for you long while,” pursued the Indian. “ Now me find you, take you back to Sleeping fawn.” “ Guess not,” remarked Ralph, who was_ gettin ; One upon the lock of a pistol. “ You'll have to be too. sma rb for me if you do.” CL re Before he could produce the weapon, however, the savage had d uttered aloud yell, and sprung across the stream, He * ” aa Sons eS CO