Beadle's Dime Novels No. 97: The Doomed Hunter — page 78: what you’re looking at

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a > 80 THE DOOMED HUNTER. At the same moment the foremost Indian reached the place where they had disappeared from his sight, and they paused opposite a cluster of weeds and bushes more dense than any they had passed. By good fortune they had taken shelter there a moment before the Indian burst through the bushes, and stood _ gazing perplexedly in either direction. As they had hoped, he bent his course rapidly down-stream, keeping his gun in readiness. for instant use, and peering into eyery place which might afford shelter to those he sought. But if the movements of the leading savage gave comfort and.hope to the hidden ones, those of his followers did not. Word was at once passed that the fugitives were missing, and the savages divided into groups, part going down the stream, - and as many coming in the direction of the lovers. It was certainly too late now to think of any further flight. They had doné all that could be done, and resigning them- selves to the fate that. seemed inevitable, they awaited the re- sult of the Indians’ search. Yet, even with the gloom of de- spair settling over them, came a ray of hope to the soul of Ralph. Those he must encounter were not those from whom he had previously escaped. No doubt these would recognize and bear him back to their village as a great prize; but he would still have some time for planning, and very possible it seemed that his lucky star might again be in the ascendent. These reasonings were founded upon. the supposition that the Indians would discover and take him captive. This sup- position proved perfectly correct. | A. dusky Indian parted the bushes, glanced in, gaye a tri- umphant grunt, and beckoned his companions forward. Two of them came, and after gloating over the helpless condition of their prisoners, the first-comer presented his gun, saying, . in tolerable English ; “Come out, pale-faces. Me take you home. — You chil'en— git lost in big woods !” a A grunt of satisfaction, quite as near a laugh as was allow- able with the dignity of a full-fledged warrior, broke from the ‘other savages at this witticism; after which they, too, _ presented weapons, and called upon the whites to come forth. Knowing that resistance or non-compliance would not only be useless, but quite likely to provoke dangerous consequences CONNIC OOS CORN"