Wlliam Gilmore Simms
Mellichampe: A Legend of the Santee >> Chapter XVIII: The Half-Breed is Winded >> Page 165

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Novel (Romance) | Redfield | 1854
Transcription THE HALF-BREED IS WINDED. 165
of dissatisfaction or chagrin, as much probably on account of
the beating he had received as from not finding his master.
" Adrat the pup there's no losing him. Now, if I had my
hand on him, I should knife him, and that's the only way.
He'll bring 'em on me, at last, of I don't."
The half-breed thus muttered, as the bark of the dog on the
new trail which he had made, attested the success with which
he pursued him. Blonay rose upon a stump, and distinctly
beheld the head of Humphries, rising above a fallen log ; the
proprietor of it, led and excited by the cries of the dog, pres-
sing forward with surprising energy, though still at a con-
siderable distance behind. Blonay murmured to himself, as
he watched his enemy
I can hit him now it's not two hundred yards, and I've
hit a smaller mark than that so fur, before now."
And, as he spoke, he, lifted his rifle, cocked it, and raised it
to his eye, where it rested for a few seconds ; but Humphries
was now covered by a tree. The dog came on, and Blonay
distinguished the voices of the pursuers, and that of Humphries
in particular, urging the chase with words of encouragement.
Unseen himself, he now took a certain aim at the head of the
lieutenant ; another moment and he must have fired ; but, just
then, he beheld the figure of Davis pressing through the brush,
at a point higher up than the rest, and seemingly bent on
making a circuit, which would enable him to get between their
present position and the fugitive's only outlet.
To merely kill his victim, and to run the risk of perishing
himself, was not the desire of the half-breed. His Indian
blood took its vengeance on safer terms. He slowly uncocked
the rifle, let it fall from his shoulder, and once more set off in
flight, taking now a course parallel with that which he beheld
John Davis pursuing. His.object was to reach the same point ;
and he could only do so, in good time to escape, by keeping
the direct route upon which he now found himself.
.At this moment his dog came up with him. He was about
to plunge into a puddle of mixed mire and water. The faith-
ful animal, unconscious of the danger in which he had involved
his master, now leaped fondly upon him ; testifying his joy at