Beadle's New Dime Novels, No. 49 — page 75: what you’re looking at

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THE PERILS OF THE PRAIRIE 7 ‘Was fruitless, simply for the reason that the eyes of the red- kins were unable to penetrate the depth of a large hollow _ tee from ‘which, about twenty feet from the ground, @ pair Of sharp eyes and the upper portion of a black face were peer- ing through a knot-hole. It seemed that Egypt, for he it Was in the tree, read, by intuition, the settler’s thoughts in regard to the lead-rope, and fired the shot at the very moment ymond’s eyes were upon the rope. “If the villain that fired that shot is found, it will be a case of life and death with him, now mind,” ssid Red Hand to Nora. “ He is a good shot, whoever he is,” retorted Nora, “ and might be that he will send another bullet through your Chiefship’s regal head.” “Humph ! that bullet has not been cast that will—” began the chief, but be did not finish his sentence, for at that in- Slant the unknown rifle rung out again, and a bullet whistled 80 close to Red Hand’s head that quite a furrow was plowed the whole length of his forehead: and so sudden and severe Was the shock that the king of the prairie cume near being Unhorsed. Nora burst into a little mocking laugh at the chief's mis- hap, as she said : “Why, my gallant knight of paint and feathers, you ter- Minate your sentence quite abruptly—what were you going to say about the bullet? Really, you have quite a large oo Spe yee I suppogee—upon your intellectua) fore- » “ Curse you, girl!” he fairly shouted, rubbing his brow, from Which the blood was running down his bedaubed face in lit- tle rivulets, giving him a grim and comical look, “ trifle not with me or I'll be the death of you.” “Ay, my lord, my gallant knight of the paint and few thers; you are beside youself, art thou not? Can I not re- vive in thy heart, oh chief, one spark of the spirit of the days of knight errantry, when brave knights and chiefs Won fair ladies instead of stealing them ?” mS “Come on!” growled the chief, fiercely, and in a moment More they were flying over the prairics all alone, at a bronk- & comicbooksrcom ~ _ =a : . a. S : -_