Beadle's Dime Novels No. 97: The Doomed Hunter — page 96: what you’re looking at

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ached the Indian town. There is was treated i and an Indian beauty, Sleeping Fawn by name, used , every exertion to induce me to wed with her brother, who was heir to one-half the tribe in his own right. But I stead- ily refused, and finally succeeded in escaping. For two days — and nights I wandered about in the forest, sometimes right - and sometimes wrong, but managing to keep clear of the _ Indians. Finally,I fell in with Ralph, and after another cap- — tivity and escape, we were going back to demand reparation | for the wrong you had done him.” a “But about the knife,” said Rufus, who had determined not to be convinced. “Of course Ido not know,” she replied. “ It does not matter. I saw the man that did 1 the deed, and saw him throw the knife, with which it was done, in one corner. The man was Elk’s Foot, but I know nothing of the a he used.” “You can swear to all tifis, I reckin ? sid “Tf my word is not sufficient, take me before any person authorized to administer an oath, and I will swear to all I have stated.” At that moment, one of the men, who had been ogabliiee , anxious glances around While listening to the maiden’s story, ered a hurried exclamation, and pointed into the forest. eorge!” he said, “the Indians are down on us, sure as fate !” pet eee : All looked in*the direction in which he had pointed, and © sure enough, within long rifle range, appeared a body of In- dians, considerably outnumbering the whites. They were led on by Elk’s Foot, who” sgried foaming with rage, and ready for any desperate act. HH run, and it seemed their intention to by surprise. were ready f for the contest afore the savages were fifty yards: nearer. ~ “Take the gal and fall back out.o’ the way. said one of GOMICHOookxs.cOmM ,