Beadle's New Dime Novels, No. 49 — page 90: what you’re looking at

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O4 THORNPATH, THE TRAILER; On, and clear. Breakfast of roasted venison and parched maizé ‘was brought in to the princess, which she ate with a good ap petite. Shortly after sunrise, Nora saw an Indian lead the princess’ pony up to the tent door. She remembered then that the princess was in the habit of taking a morning ramble through the woods on horseback. This was Nora’s opportunity, and in a few moments she was mounted upon the animal and galloping out the village. Once beyond the limits she shaped her course for the settle- ment, that was now over twenty miles away. Two hours’ sharp riding brought her to the edge of the great prairie, at the southern extremity of which lay the settle- ment. As she emerged from the timber, she saw an Indian whom she recognized as Red Hand, riding all alone some dis- tance in advance, Riding briskly forward she soon drew ~ yein at his side. “Where is the Princess Wannamiah going?’ he asked, gruffly, scarcely noticing her. “ A-riding with her gallant knight of paint and feathers,” Nora replied, in her natural voice. Quick as a flash the chief whirled in his saddle, and to bis surprise and horror found himself facing that murderous-look- ing little revolver of Nora Raymond! Again he was ir the toils ! “ Move not a muscle, Carl Oakley, under penalty of instant death !” she said, in a firm, commanding tone. “ Murderer and traitor, blind in your own sin, you know not that I, in the disguise of the Princess Wannamiah, entered your village and released those whom you would have put to death last night. Think you not that the judgment of God is upon you ?” |“ Not if you are the judgment,” the chief gatlrered cuur- age to reply. “T’s de chile wid de judgment, Carl Oakley.” *“ And I'm anuther, Mister Red Hand.” The chief turned to find two guns in the hands of Egypt and Thede Thornpath pointed full at his breast. They had oeen conceuled in the tall grass waiting his approach. “For God’s sake, spare me,” the villain gasped, in terror. “Dismount den and surrender,” commanded Egypt commicldoolks. Conn