Beadle's New Dime Novels, No. 49 — page 80: what you’re looking at

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L 84 THORNPATH, THE TRAILER ; OR, “ Yes, and I think we had better remain here until dark, do— you not?” asked Nora. “ By all means, dear Nora; it will not be long ull night, — for the sun is almost down.” _ And the poor, wearied, hungry fugitives locked their arms around each other to await the coming of nightfall. CHAPTER XIII. THE CRY OF LOVE. ' ‘Tum last rays of the setting sun had faded into twilight, and twilight deepened into the gloomy darkness that settled over the great prairie and the green woodland. The face of the moon was obscured by the dark, misshapen clouds that went scurrying across the sky, but now and then a star would peep forth from the rifts—a feeble ray of light through the awful gloom. A gentle breeze whispered to the forest-ieaves, as though it had some secret to tell—not intended for the ears of the two pale, weary fugitives that sat concealed within the forest-depth and gloom, listening and watching, alas, for what ? Nora Raymond and Mabel Prescott did not leave their re- treat when night set in as they had intended. When dark- ness hid every object from view, their fears became manifold. Every slight noise sounded to them like the stealthy fout- steps of a savage, and they dare not move nor speak above whisper, for fear that the wind would convey their words to the ear of some lurking foe, - The moments stole wearily by and drifted into hours, and still the fugitives moved not from their retreat. Suddenly, however, their ears caught the unmistakable tramp of many feet and the sound of voices. They listened, and found that ‘@ patty of savages were approaching. With their hands them, and, to the fugitives’ terror, they stopped there. Ti.vy CcommicloOolkSacomn)