Beadle's Dime Novels No. 97: The Doomed Hunter — page 93: what you’re looking at

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so 30" For some hours they traveled, and every one prot 1h tthem nearer the place they sought. The sun had mounted i eh wae —_ fore they paused again to rest. On a fallen tree they sat,and talked of the joyful moment when they should reach home, and their wild adventures be ended. | Scarcely had they resumed their way, when Ralph paused, his quick eye having detected moving forms through the trees in advance. He gave a single glance, and then pointed them out to Nancy. “See,” he remarked, indicating them; “there come ‘the men who suppose their sacred duty is to ‘fiunt me down and slay me. They have even gone so far as to organize them- selves with a view to scouring the forest until I am found.” — “But they can not harm you now,” said Nancy, with some show of alarm. ‘ “ Certainly not, Nancy déar. But do you step behind that tree, while I advance a little, and you shall see the manner in which they greet me.” ad The maiden did as requested, hardly knowing how or why. Ralph then advanced several paces, and paused as he was noticed and eagerly pointed out by the leader of the party. - Several of them at once set up a shout, and rushed toward the young man, who, to their surprise did not turn or flinch at their approach. Fearing some stratagem they came on more cautiously, and were only withheld from firing by the hope of taking him alive. — BF ee Finally they had approached so near that half a dozen rifles bore upon him point-blank, and then-the crowd pressed eagerly up. William Rufus, as ever foremost, and his manner, now that so decided a suc ad crowned his efforts, was jubilant in the extreme. | “Ha! my fine fellow, won't try any more of your fine games upon us. Weve got ye now in full daylight, and if any thing is goin’ tew interfar we'll put a hunk o’ lead threw yer karkiss. We've hed a pesky long hunt fer ye, right in the middle of the season, and lost a ’tarnal many good days’ works# But, we’s bound tew hev’ ye, if we'd a lost every day this summer. Sech a confounded scapegrace ag you wan’t goin’ loose, nohow, to stab people in the back in the night?" connmiclooolks.comn