. The death shot : a romance of forest and prairie. t dont looklike campin. See! Durn me ef the Injun aintsmokin! I kin smell the bacca^ an yonners thespark ghntin in the head o his pipe. They ainta goin to camp hyar. Ifs more like theyrewaitin for several more o thar sort to kum aloncr—preehaps the party whose tracks weve seed onthe road. Tharfore we musnt talk bout sur- 30 THE DEA TH SHO T. roundin em, nor yit stay longer talkin, or wemay git surrounded ourselves. So I say, lesrush right on em now. Agreed, rejoined Clancy, Hey wood also sig-nifying assent. Hev your weepuns handy, then. Now,
. The death shot : a romance of forest and prairie. t dont looklike campin. See! Durn me ef the Injun aintsmokin! I kin smell the bacca^ an yonners thespark ghntin in the head o his pipe. They ainta goin to camp hyar. Ifs more like theyrewaitin for several more o thar sort to kum aloncr—preehaps the party whose tracks weve seed onthe road. Tharfore we musnt talk bout sur- 30 THE DEA TH SHO T. roundin em, nor yit stay longer talkin, or wemay git surrounded ourselves. So I say, lesrush right on em now. Agreed, rejoined Clancy, Hey wood also sig-nifying assent. Hev your weepuns handy, then. Now, boys,arter me! As he spoke the backwoodsman bounded for-ward, the others foliowinof in sincrle file. And soon after, like shadows, the five humanfigures were seen flitting across the moonlit space—the dog leaping lightly alongside. Before the savage could make stir, or changebis attitude, Simeon Woodley had him by thethroat; choking him till the pipe started frombetween his teeth, its scattered sparks minglingwith the flashes of the CHAPTER IV. RESCUED. To return to Richard Darke. While Clancy and his comrades were slowly-feeling their way along the obscure forest-path,he was again cowering over his captive. Before they had reached the opening aroundthe oak, he was back from his ablutions. He had already addressed to her those words,which he knew would lead to his beincr recop^-nised. If not, and to make sure, he repeated them,as before apostrophisiQg her by name. Yes, Helen Armstroncj! At lencrth—at last—Ihave you \ sure and safe. Oh! it is sweet, sweet,sweet! 32 THE DEATH SHOT. To liis speech, exulting and passionate, shemade no response. She was overwhelmed witha sense of utter helplessness. She well knewthat anything she might say would be of noavail. She had started on recoofnisinof the voice. Itwas less surprise than a spasmodic movement,such as one makes who has trodden upon a snake,or come face to face with an assassin. It wasthis last thought that t
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