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Edward Sylvester Ellis The Young Ranchers; Or, Fighting the Sioux

Once more the snow was brushed aside at his feet and the ear pressed against the ground.
To his dismay he heard the tramp of horses' hoofs on the hard earth.
"They are near at hand!" he said, in a startled whisper; "we must get away as quickly as we can."
He hastily helped his wife and little one on the back of the mare, mounted his own animal, and, with the pack-horse at the rear, moved along the timber on a rapid walk, continually peering off in the gloom, as though it was possible for him to see the Sioux, who certainly were at no great distance.
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Edward Sylvester Ellis The Young Ranchers; Or, Fighting the Sioux

More than one eye anxiously turned toward the elevation, beyond which Tim Brophy had seen the bucks listening to the impassioned harangue of their leader, and the relief was not great when they rode over another swell in the plain, which shut them out from the sight of any of the serpent-eyed Sioux concealed there; for there could be no certainty that the fugitives had not been observed by them. It was not the custom of their people to attack openly; more likely they would set some ambush into which the whites might ride with no thought of danger.
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Edward Sylvester Ellis The Young Ranchers; Or, Fighting the Sioux

To attempt to withdraw the missile was useless. It could only deepen the agony of the animal without relieving him in the least. He was doomed and dying before he sank to the ground.
Bruno turned his beautiful eyes upward to his master, emitted a low moan, gave a slight quiver and gasp, and was dead. No martyr ever did his duty more heroically.
For a few moments Warren Starr yielded to his grief. He remained with the exquisitely formed head resting on his arm, while the tears fell from his eyes on the form that could never respond again to his caresses.
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