Pulp Fiction, 1884 · page 36 of 100
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he aaa ; eo Le ok Pe |, 40 THE PHANTOM CHIEF. ? conveniences than were usual onthe Ohio, Throwing herself upon a chair, she looked out through an opening at the side which had been cut for a window, and while she watched the flitting Jandscapes, pursued the train of ideas which had been interrupted by Colonel Victor. It need not surprise us that one in particular of her companions from Pittsburg, found a permanent place in her reveries. Ble had made the acquaintance of Fenton more than a weck before setting out from the Fork, and his attentions had been so unremitted and so kind! He was so respect- fully carefu] whenever anything occurred with which her comfort was likely to be connected, And when he talked with her, was so earnest—and his ‘manner so subdued, compared with that which he exhibited to others. And she had so often detected him gazing on her when they were In different parts of the boat—and when near her, his eyes —ah! Marie, those looks! it is, indeed, no wonder that thy maiden heart found it not difficult to dwell on thirgs like these. He was, too, so frank and fearless—and his ' figure was so fine, and, in short, there were so many items x in the account, that Marie forgot how the time passed while she was engaged in running them over. A low, dull sound met her ear, which appeared to come from the space aft the enbin, and was like the rubbing of the steering-oar when worked to clear the boat of a point or island. She went to the window and cast a look through it, and then stepping to the back of her apartment, pushed aside a slid- ing shutter which bad been fitted there. Instead of the usual occupant of the platform which we have mentioned, when describing the boat, she saw astout savage, nearly. ‘naked, urging, with both hands, the long oar—his eyes fixed anxiously over his left shoulder, and between his feeth was compressed a knife! Speechless and fainting, Marie sank upon the floor, and it was at this moment that : the Ranger, as we have related, was hastening to ascer- _ fain the cause of the strange movements in that quarter. Marie heard his rapid treal—then a heavy splash in the water, and disturbed voice calling out: “ - eee : ; Pit? * 7 comicbooks.com ie.