Beadle's New Dime Novels, No. 49 — page 89: what you’re looking at

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THE PERILS OF THE PRAIRIE, 93 “Yes, if I can get away unobserved; but if I am not e, do not wait.. I will meet you at the settlement. At point where Indian Creek enters the timber you will meet , Thede Thornpath, Egypt and Josiah Jenkins. Now, OT ember, ” and taking the knife, she severed the bonds. that bound the two captives, then she turned and left the tent. She entered her own tent again with the intention of leaving it fom the back side, but what was her bitter disappointment ©n entcring to find Red Hand seated therein. Of course she dare not order him out, and it was fully ten minutes before he left. Then it was too late, for, if the captives had done as She had arranged, they were then beyond the limits of the ¥illage ; so she could do nothing but wait and watch her own On leaving the princess’ tent, Red Hand turned and entered that of Mabel, but, alas, the bird had flown ! Cursing and foaming like a madman, he rushed from the tent, calling wildly on his braves to scatter and search for his lost prize. In the mean time, the guard at the other captives’ tent, discovered that his prisoners had escaped, also, and an- nounced the fact with a frightful yell. In a moment the vil- lage was a perfect Pandemonium. Warriors, squaws and children-all rushed and crowded bere and there in the wildest confusion. Nora went out and mingled with them in order to avoid suspicion. In five minutes’ time not a warrior re- Mained in the village; all. were out scouring through the woods like phantoms in search of the missing captives. After awhile Nora retired to her own tent and fastened the door, through which no one dare enter afier the Princess Wannamiah had retired. Cutting a hole in the tent, she looked out to see what was going on; she could not lie down and sleep. In the course of an hour the warriors began to return with defeat written upon their dusky faces, and, like curs, they slunk away to their tents. In a short time the vil- Jage was wrapped in silence, The camp-fires burned low, and all that Nora could see was two grim-looking posts standing tal alone in the center of the council-ground, or now and then a shadowy form stalking about in the pale light of tee waning camp-fires, noiseless as the grave. Slowly the night wore away and morning dawned. bright commiclooolkks.colin