Beadle's New Dime Novels, No. 49 — page 91: what you’re looking at

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THE PERILS OF THE PRAIRIE. 95 __“ ¥es, down. and give an account o’ yerself,” added Thede. _ There was no alternative but for the defeated renegade to Obey, and like a condemned criminal he dismounted from his animal, which Nora took and rode on over the hill to meet her friends. ; CHAPTER XV. “LIFTING H'AR.” _ Wun Nora had disappeared over the brow of the hill, Thornpath turned to Red Hand and said : “So, my lively fellow, yer game’s ’bout up, and now ye can say yerself how ye shall meet yer doom—whether by roastin’ alive or by the tomahawk.” The villain staggered, and his features became convulsed with terror. There was a nervous twitching about his lips as he gathered breath to reply: “ True, I'm your prisoner, Thede Thornpath, and as such [ expect to be treated,” “Do de Ingings treat dar pris’ners wid respect?” asked ~The renegade made no reply, but looked as though he would sink with terror at any moment. “No, they do not,” said the old Trailer, answering for him; “they allers burn, brain and skulp their captives, and’ since you, Carl Oakley, are the head devil o’ the caboodle, your life orter be tortured outen your vile body by inches.” “ Dat’s so, and de sooner de better,” replied Egypt. “Say how it shell be, Oakley,” said Thornpath, laying his hand upon the haft of his knife; “ we’ve no time to lose.” “ Ohl spare my life,” the miserable wretch groaned, trem- blivg like an aspen—bis face rigid with terror. “Do you think you deserve to live after causin’ the death 9’ scores o' innocent wemin and children?” asked the old Trailer. _ “T—I admit I have done wrong; Iam willin’ to repent; { will leave the country ; I will do any thing if you will only ConmiclooolkSiceomnn) | *,