Beadle's Dime Novels No. 97: The Doomed Hunter — page 95: what you’re looking at

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NANCY oP aspect affairs were taking, “we und if you'll tell about that murder—” “That I will do if you will give your attent ) interrupt me to ask pertinent questions. I am Het in the habit of addressing a mob.” “ Go ahead, miss,” broke in a burly frontiersman, “and_ if he don’t keep mum we'll shet off his breathin’-pipes !” All promised attention, and then Nancy related her story : - ©On that fearful night I was sleeping soundly, as usual, when I fancied one of the boards beside my bed creaked. I started up to look for the cause of this singular noise, when, whom should I behold but uthy Indian in my chamber ! I would have called for a 1ce, but before I could do so his heavy hand was placed over my mouth, effectually pre- venting any outcry, and nearly smothering me. ‘Now you dress,’ he said, savagely, ‘or me ka you. Elk’s Foot want you for his bride, ” Ralph gave a perceptible start as the Indian’s name was mentioned, but uttered no word. * When previously relating her adventures, Nancy had not given the Indian’s name in its ~ English dress... > © 2 “T was sorely frightened, ” the speaker went on, “ but desea not disobey, since he pointed to a knife and soraalaee te 3 in his belt, and threatened my life. JI did not think he could leave. the place, and was not so utterly frightened as I should haye _ been had I but known what was before me. I dressed. he ily and when all my clothes were secured, he led# W stairs, still whispering threats of death if Lemade any noise. “On reaching the floor, a second. Indian sprung up, and glided away to the bedroom where«my father was sleeping. I should have attempted to cry"out now, regardless of my own fate, but the Indian who had me in charge prevented my making any noise. I Heard a scuffle, and presently saw the two figures struggling*together. Soon my father’s strength seemed to fail, and I¢saw the Indian deal him blow after blow with a knife, till he sunk to the floor. Then the mur- derer threw down_the weapon, and ordered his tool (for the -master-villain I found to be Elk’s Foot himself) to take me ~ out of the placé, and with one or two warriors, to take me home, and keep me there till he came. comiclbooks.cornn