Beadle's New Dime Novels, No. 49 — page 68: what you’re looking at

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73 THORNPATH, TU TRAILER; OR, guess we'll hev to leave ye, and if ye git out, well and good— ye’d better run home and tell the old man all about the mad hole, Red Hand and his hatchet and sku)ps, and so forth” — So saying, the two hunters turned and moved triumphantly away, knowing full well that the savages could not escape from the bear-pit without assistance, and that they were not likely to get soon. ) As they had been relieved of all their weapons by the sa¥ ages, they shaped their course back to" Red Hand’s camp, and by the directions given him by Miss Stump, Thede sought and - found the rifles, tomahawks and knives, that the two womer had concealed before fleecing the camp. . Having selected such weapons as they desired, our friends started off through the forest in search of Mabe] Prescott. But, the fates of the evil one seemed to be following them to-day, for, in-emerging from a clump of thick undergrowth, they found themselves face to face with two powerful Sioux warriors. As was natural upon such an oceasion, Jo-ieh Jenkins uttered his fumiliar “ Oh, salvation,” and turning, fied with all his speed, closely pursued by one of the Sioux, while the other engaged Thornpath in a deadly hand-to-hand con- flict, which was short and decisive, resulting, a Sionx sealp in favor of the old Trailer; who, uttering a yell of victory, dashed away in pursuit of the savage that was sorely pressing Josiuh. . Though Josiah was considered a swift runner, be soon found that he was no match for the Sioux that was momentarily gaining upon him, and would, undoubtedly, overhaul him be- fore Thede could render him the least assistance. Bat quite an important idea suddenly flashed in Josiah’s mind, and, ranning up to a tall bass-wood tree, be began to climb it with the agility of a cat, and ere the red-skin came wp, be bad reached the lower branches some twenty feet high. The Sioux uttered a yell, and hurled his tomabawk at Jenkins’ head, but the weapon fell wide of its mark aud stock in the limb of an adjacent tree. Failing in this attempt to bring dowB his game, the er ee without a rifle—drew his log knife, and placing between his shining teeth, began to climb ~ Bat, ‘wonsualy: bad saat = oe on than . wie Hee com pas,