Beadle's Dime Novels No. 97: The Doomed Hunter — page 90: what you’re looking at

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92 THE DOOMED HUNTER. tention between the ceremony in front, and the prisoner be- side him. So much Ralph saw at a glance, and then he glided away like ashadow. He had partially formed a plan in his own mind, which, though bold and dangerous, promised success. The dwelling of Wolf-Slayer had been constructed after civilized models, in so far, that it had one door and a win- dow—the latter being a square hole cut through the wall, and closed in winter by replacing the original logs. In the present case this window was open, affording possible ingress to the sleeping apartment of Wolf-Slayer; that individual having divided his somewhut extensive domicil into three rooms upon the ground, by partitions of poles. Into the apartment reserved for Wolf-Slayer’s especial use, Ralph quietly made his way, concealing himself beneath a pile of robes and furs. Of course he had chosen a position _ to observe every thing passing in the outer or main apartment. More than an hour elapsed before the powwow without ceased, and then the crowd gradually began to disperse. Wolf-Slayer entered his dwelling, clothed in robes of state, and ordered the princess to retire, which she did, with a sul- len frown. Nancy was then ordered to her couch of skins, and the guard instructed to make sure that she did not stir therefrom during the night. Then the surly chief entered his own apartment, fastened down the bearskin which served as a door, threw aside his royal robes, and stretched himself upon the couch, Silence soon feigned within and around the building, and Ralph realized that the most opportune moments for getting away from the place were passing. Still he did not dare move as yet, for he had no proof that Wolf-Slayer or Sleeping Fawn had yet succumbed to drowsy god. He had no hopes now save in perfect success; failure would certainly bring death to both himself and her h ought to save. Anxiously he watched the movement the sentinel with- out, wishing that he might prove careless Or indifferent. His wishes were met. Soon the watcher placed his gun in a corner, and busied himself in pacing the room, keeping an eye upon the form of Nancy to make sure that she did not trans- gress the commands of Wolf-Slayer. ise. tfekes: | : eomicigors com