Pulp Fiction, 1876 · page 45 of 100
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< THE PERILS OF THE PRAIRIE. 49 and the puff, puff of the savages emitting smoke from theit mouths and nostrils. Miss Stump tore a smal)l hole in the tent so that she could Watch the movement of the savages. Soon one of them rose, or rather staggered to his feet, and having stretched himself and yawned drowsily, he articulated the words, “heap sleepy,” and sought a comfortable spot near at band, Where stretching himself out he soon was oblivious to all Carthly things. “*Sulvation, oh, the joyful sound P ” exclaimed Miss Sally, turning to Mabel. “The charm works! the charm works, deary ! one of the Ingins has laid himself out—and, as I'm born to die, there goes auother. Te-he! he!” the spinster laughed in a suppressed giggle. “I’m thinking that gallant band is coming to terms—there! snother’s goin’ to_ bed. Three of the seven—/our of the seven, are done for. And that beast Oakley’s’bout gone; his pipe has dropped out of his mouth, and his—there goes another Ingin—jaw hangs like the lip of a motherless colt—there! Ae is gone! But one Ingin’s left, and there! Ill be snatched if he isn’t pinned ! Oh, Mabel! we're free! free !” | _ True enough, the last red-skin had fallen into a profound sleep from the effects of the narcotic, and Mabel and Sully Were free. “We have no time to lose, Aunt Sally,” said Mabel, “ for there is no telling what time they may awaken. Had we each Letter take a pony ?” 7 “No, Mabel, we'd better go afoot. Wecan go faster than ~ them half-starved and jaded animals.” “Then let us hide the Indians’ weapons and be off.” “Very well, deary ; very well.” So saying, the two emerged from the tent, and gathering up the savages’ rifles, tomahawks and knives, concealed them in ® clump of bushes that stood hard by. | “ There, now let us be off,” said Miss Stump. “Oh, salvation !” exclaimed afinknown voice. Tt was a deep, sepulclral voice that fell upen the fugitives’ . ars as they turned to filee—a voice that seemed to issue from ‘he earth at their feet. Frightened, almost out of their ‘fetses, che women, liand in hand, fled away into the deey _ ; , a so COMMCESOOS.COmn = a a a