Beadle's New Dime Novels, No. 49 — page 15: what you’re looking at

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rm PRERILS OF THE PRAIRIE. | pt All Was now ready, arid in a motient more the bunch of brush, propelled by the Trailer, moved out of the charimel and floated slowly and silently down the river. Those upon the island watched their friend’s progress with almost breathless silence, and held their weapons ready for instant use. Slowly on floated the brush, smoothly and easily; without @ ripple or a sound to tell that a4 human being was benéath uts cover. Suddenly Egypt called the attention of his companions to a round black object that arose out of the water but a few feet from the brush. It was an easy matter t6 see that it was the head of an Indian, who hal been swimming under the water in order to reach the brush without exposing himself to the fire of those upon the island. In &u instant young Harwood leveled his rifle upon the object, but he did not fire. The savage had changed his position, so that the brush was brought directly in range. “ My God !” Harwood exclaimed, “ our friend is lost P’ “ Oh, salvation !” groaned Josiah. “Look dar! look dar!” commanded Egypt, pointing excit- edly toward the brusli. All did as commanded, and saw that the brush had ceased to move; then they saw the savage rise quickly out of the water to his waist, then quicker than a flash of electricity he disappeared beneath the water and wo. seen no more. For & moment there was an agitated motion of the brush, and then it moved on again as silently as before. Had one been ena’ bled to have seen the water_right where it stopped, they would: have seen that it was stained with blood. Without further molestation the brush passed around the bend of the fiver from the view of those upon the island, And then an attentive observer might have seen that it began: to edge slowly off toward the east shore. Teu minutes after the brosh disappearéd with Thornpath, — @ second bunch, with Frank Harwood propelling it, was pase ing down the stream. It rounded the bend without the least trouble from the red-skins, and then began to side off toward. the left. Ina moment it touched the bank, aad the | CORnlicooolkxs.comn