Beadle's Dime Novels No. 97: The Doomed Hunter — page 66: what you’re looking at

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68 THE DOOMED HUNTER. an opening, where they waited for the arrival of Elk’s Foot, who was some distance behind. That individual came on at length, having stopped to bind up his torn and bleeding arm. An expression of savage sat- isfaction mantled his features on beholding the man who had wounded him, and led the fleetest of his tribe such a pro- longed race. “ Pale-face great warrior,” he said, with a fiendish intona- tion. “ Him run very fast, but no match for the braves of the WolfSlayer. The stag is not more fleet. of foot than they, and the eagle flies not longer than they run. But pale- face must go to Wolf-Slayer and Sleeping awn; they would see him again, and see him burn!” There was something in the words which sent a deadly thrill to. the prisoner’s heart, but he made little or no reply, and soon the party declared themselves ready to set out for home. Four were sent to bring in the two that had fallen by Ralph’s rifle, while the others took a bee-line for their home, striking through the forest as though by instinct. ot art ’ Ri 3 ? CHAPTER X. A MEETING IN THE FOREST. Ir is very seldom that hope utterly deserts the — heart. However signally reason may have failed to di any gleaming of promise, that. sweet angel will still: oder near the heart, giving expectation of good even o the Babat ~ decided evil. So it was with Ralph Rilley, as his face was turned once more in the direction of the Indian country, escorted. by men whose expressed anticipations were of seeing him burned to — death! It was far from being a comforting or pleasurable thought, and reason showed no manner in which he could avoid the intended fate. There was no possibility of hope from his fellow-men—they would he equally anxious to slay him, He was ‘weaponless, and guarded by a band of zealous popu peoks: com 3 J ~ = ¥