Beadle's New Dime Novels: The Specter Chief — page 62: what you’re looking at

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a) THE PHANTOM CHIEF. a rly assamed by the Ranger, who, inured to all the prva- : tious of his calling, and, expecting an easier return thau the rest, was resolved to extend his own vigil four the sake of his comrades. . An hour passed, during the greater part of which the steady brea'hing of the sleepers, and occasionally a slixbt rustling from the couch of Maric, as though the oceupant — were starting from an uneasy posture, were all the sounds audible to the ear of Butler. Yet he sat, as one might have thought, without change of limb, where his compan- fons had left him when they closed theit eyes. His iron nerves scorned the temptations of the slumber in which 4 the others were so comfortably wrapped; and in the lone- liness of his watch his mind turned to that secret food which, bitter as it evidently was, seemed its natural repust. ‘ Many times he had been on the point of springing from his place, but ere a muscle was disturbed, he had checked the impulse and quietly submitted to his gnawing passion. Now and then his eye scanned the vicinity, as though to pierce the gloom of the forest depths; and his stretched ear bent forward to catch any passing sound; but beside slight ones near him, and an occasional hooting of the nizht-bird, he could detect nothing worthy his notice. Tins did this strange being pass his nights, when duty or voluntary enterprise led him into situations requiring vigi- Jance, and no one who could have seen him at such times would have wondered at the deep furrows which marked 4 his vet youthful face. is Another hour had almost elapsed, when a low owl- note, somewhat nearer than those he had before heard, ‘3 caused him to turn toward the quarter from which it pro- nT ‘ceeded. Another followed, in a Jou’er tone. Tt was no | more than he had already heard, yet be rose up and lis- ; _ tened intently, and in a few moments the hooting was Te- “4 - peated. | ; “Ay! ay! your pipe wants cleanin’, you bloody hovad ! muttered the Ranger; “it's not to be an ceasy ae game, then, after all.” Stepping forward, he awakened ~ Sg oe comichooks.com —<# “ + 2 a a. . 4 re _ . , 6 eS