CHAPTER XV The Fugitives Flying no Longer

ILLUSTRATIONS. "Hold! You strike the white man's friend!" George and Rosalind "Them varmints," said he, "are playing particular devil in these parts" There were two horses in the party, and upon one of these Rosalind had been placed "Ready," whispered Leslie, "you take the nearest one." "You shoot Indian, eh?" said one, brandishing his knife at the same time The savages were amusing themselves by ascertaining who could send his tomahawk nearest the body of their captive without touching him "Does the maiden remember Pequanon?" Two savages were left on shore "Yonder is something approaching."

FOOTPRINTS IN THE FOREST. By Edward S. Ellis

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