Beadle's New Dime Novels, No. 49 — page 42: what you’re looking at

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45 THORNPATH, THE TRAILER; OR, flour plenty, and the white squaw must make supper for my braves.” “ You've—been—to—the Post—in disguise !” sneered the irate Miss Sally. “ Do you suppose, you mean, low-lifed, blur- eyed, dirty-ficed traitor, that we don’t know you, Carl Oak- ley ?” The chief shrunk back as though a dagger had been thrust at him, and before he could gain breath to speak, the spinster continued ; “ You needn’t shrink back, you vile beast; and if you'll wash the nastiness off yer face, yer sneakin’, kill-sheep Coun- tenance will show plain enough that Carl Oakley and the biood-stained wretch Red Hand are one.” There was no denying the truth so pointedly told, and, in the familiar tone of Carl Oakley—for he it indeed was—the chief replied : “ Really, Miss Stump, I thought my disguise was complete, . but I had forgotten that woman’s eyes are sharp, and can look deep into turbid water. However, I don’t know as it mat- ters whether you know that I am Carl Oakley or not ; bat, be that as it may, you know that I ain Red Hand, also; and I calculate, Miss Mabel, to make you Mrs. Red Hand for your insolence to-day. It was in your power once to have saved the Post and much bloodshed; now you are powerless ip every respect. My warriors were at hand, and I had it se utranged, that, in case you rejected my suit, I would force you to be mine, and destroy the Post and its settlers so that you would have no one to look to for help.” “TInluman devil!’ exclaimed Miss Stump. “ How snake- ingly has your cloven foot been hidden [” “ There is but one thing I have to say you, Miss Stump, and that is, yours willbe a cloven head unless you make up your miod within the next ten minutes to prepare us a supper of that excellent soup of which I know you to be good at mak- - ing: Now mind, tn minutes,” and the chief turned and left - the tent. “Dear, dear, Mabel! what will I do? I know the low- ~~“ tell you, Aunt Sally, you had better go out orded ts | comicbooks.comll 4. - << a