Beadle's New Dime Novels, No. 49 — page 16: what you’re looking at

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Pe THORNPATH, THE TRAILER; OR, hig hand seized in the tight grip of Thornpath, who said, m & low tone: “ All right, is’t, Frank ?” _“ Yes,” responded the latter; “but we were sure you had gone under.” “T tell ye I come mighty nigh it, boy, but I drug the red under the.water, and shut off his wind ina jiffy, Yes, Frank, we're havin’ a bloody time o’ to-night.” A wild, triumphant yell greeted their ears, coming from the immediate vicinity of the island ; and, alas! too well they knew that Egypt and Josiah had been surprised and taken prisoners, and no doubt killed and scalped upon the spot. At this instant the old hunter made another discovery, that struck a chill through his companion’s veins, and caused him to clutch the nearest limb for support. “My God,” he exclaimed, “all are lost !” CHAPTER III. AN ADVENTURE IN THE DARK. Far away toward the east a dull red light lit up the sky with a lurid glare, and it was this that so startled Frank Har- wood, for it was in the immediate vicinity of the Post, the settlement where lived all that he held near and dear on earth. Four days previous to the opening of our story, the hunters — had left the settlement on a hunting-excursion up the river. At that time the Indians were at peace. But when they dis- covered the ominous light in the eastern sky, they knew what that meant; that the settlement had fallen—its people killed, and the buildings fired. This knowledge was indeed a blow to young Harwood, who, on bis return to the Post, was to have been wedded to Mabel Prescott, one of earth’s fairest and bse By hters. z *Petapa” aid Prk, ey ane le Rags “fire. t might be the prairie.” . nant comicldoolks. Conn