Pulp Fiction, 1884 · page 63 of 100
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THE PHANTOM CHIEF. Or bis comrades, whispering in the ear of each to prevent - alarm; then -seleciing two on whom he could rely, they disappeared together in the thicket. a The sleep of Marie, such had been her fatigue, was ie disturbed by a succession of dreams of an unpleasant character. The parting with her mother was renewed with awful vividness; then came a hazy image of waters striving to overwhelm her, and herself and uncle clinging to a plank, from which every fresh wave threatened to tear them. The scene changed to the point of land at Pittsburg, where Colonel Victor and Fenton appeared in controversy with a huge Indian, who, in a rage, leveled a pistol at the surveyor’s head and fired with fatal effect, and his dying scream rang in her ears. Starting up, Marie rubbed her eyes, and again she seemed to hear that shot and that scream. Was she awake? Another and another report came, with too much clearness to leave her any longer in donbt of their reality, Looking out from her cover, she in vain sought the forms of her late escort —only one of them was discernible, and he was standing against s tree a few yari!s from her, wilh one foot in ad- vance, his rifle graspe:] as if to bring it in a moment to his shoulder. Then a flush further on, and another report, _ and here and there a rapid tread upon the craekling leaves and dried brnsh, succeeded by several discharges, ren ler- ed it certain that agnin her life was the subject of contest ‘with the dreaded savages. Surprised and bewiklered, she knew not whether to retrext into the bushes or seck some other refage, when a footstep approached, and her wrist was seized by Fenton, who hurriedly whispered : “Quick, Marie! this way—we’ve kept it open se far, but they are too many for us; we may get through while Butler keeps them at work before they close the passage.” | __ "Phen cautiously leading her to the bed of the rivulet, he followed its course toward a hole ender the rook, of which the Ranger had apprised him, and from which he - faintly hoped the party might succeel in turning the al- tention of their enemies. The dispositions of Batler hat di u died " , Progl 4 iy 4 9 * as . is oan Ape oy iy he. oe cre + them inelining from the euca upareut, aud pase S.