Pulp Fiction, 1908 · page 65 of 100
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THE SPRING IN THE woop. Ag ‘Aittapeiinable stticle; they swerved to’ the right, and bent their = ‘““T don’t suppose we are running any greatrisk,’ said he, gteps toward a wood of perhaps ‘twenty or thirty acres in’ --gztent. “When -several hundred yards ‘distant, ‘Brainerd | - checked his horse. | : eee the woods in this manner, du? E donti like: ti.” | - There is no fathoming the. ideviltry <of’ thane red-akins., Weare not safe, except upon the open: prairie.” “They are a brave, chivalrous: people, and ~weuldattac« us éopenty.” “Tf they could do so, and in numbers that would: make the result certain; but you see, we are weill-mountéed, and they have no chance of harming us in-an honestirace. ‘if they could only entrap us, it would be just-what they wish.” “Tf you prefer, you can remain here and wait for me.” *No; I go with you.” The two rode forward and entcred the wood together. Riding a short distance, they halted and gazed around: them. tt was as still as the tom, and not-a’sign of animal life was visible. “Ty guess we are alone,” added young Brainerd, *s and 2s the - wood is pretty thick here, suppose we dismount. and ‘take AEBS Tent directions, so as to make sure of knocking comeens over,” “All -right,” responded Halleck,.as he proceeded to” carry 3 out the suggestion. “When we get all the game we can ‘carry, we meet bere.” - The two separated, the artist going to the right,-and his companion to the left. There were any quantity of squirrels flitting hither and thither, but they disdained to use their ‘weapons upon such small game, and sought that most worthy ‘of their skill. In the midst of his wanderings, the artist camc upon a ‘mumerous trees nodded, and- from whose roets the icy cold “water oozed out, and made’ its way to the spring below; i ‘ i fpmail-spring of water, walled in by huge rocks,’ over: which. was a wild looking spot, and after quaffing ‘this fill .at ‘the serystal fount, he resolved at once to “transfer its: features to peper According! y he produced his portfolio and completed = % comicbooks “ = P te eS oe go 44 “< ~ - . 2 i at ~