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There was a general battle with fists and mud; that proved a draw. Then a duel between leaders was arranged, and Blackhawk won the fight and the Woodpecker's scalp. The Boilers were wild with enthusiasm. They proposed to take the whole Sanger camp, but in a hand-to-hand fight of both tribes it was another draw.
A short time later Abe enlisted as a soldier in the Black Hawk War to help drive the Indians out of Illinois. The Clary Grove boys were in his company, and Abe was elected captain. Before his company had a chance to do any fighting, Blackhawk was captured in another part of Illinois and the war was over. When Abe came back to New Salem, he found himself out of a job. Denton Offut had left.
Then the drum was heard, "Túm-tum túm-tum túm-tum túm-tum " There was a volley of war-whoops, and out of the teepees dashed the Sanger Indians in full war paint. "Ki ki ki yi ki yi yi yi Ki yi ki yi ki yi yi yi!" They danced in exact time to the two-measure of the drum that was pounded by Blackhawk.
He never again got so close in a guess, but no number of failures could daunt him after such a success. Sam was interested in the White-man's Woodcraft chiefly on Yan's account, but Blackhawk was evidently impressed with the study itself, and said: "Little Beaver, I'll give you one more to do. Can you measure how far apart those two trees are on that bank, without crossing?"
GRANDMOTHER: Well, that was a foreign government. SILAS: A seeing how 'tis for the other person a bein' that other person, kind of honesty. Joke of it, 'twould do something for you. 'Twould 'a' done something for us to have been Indians a little more. My father used to talk about Blackhawk they was friends. I saw Blackhawk once when I was a boy. You know what he looked like?
Search every spot he went near. That key must be found in minutes. Commandeer as many men as can help in the search without getting in the way." He paused a moment, then flipped another intercom key. "Mr. Blackhawk," he said. The intercom warmed at the far end. "Yes sir?" Mike's voice was relaxed. "Is there any way to turn off Hot Rod without the Security key?" "Why sure, captain."
Frantically they strove to keep up with him, but in a few bounds he had passed them. "Tom wins!" yelled Horace with glee. But his delight at the success of his ruse was shortlived. Blackhawk was not accustomed to being beaten and, though ordinarily he had a good temper, when he was angry he could be very mean.
"Mission accomplished, sir. And you were quite right. One of our Security servos is off balance. I'm attending to the matter." "Thank you, Mr. Blackhawk." The captain's voice was calm, quite unlike the voice he'd used to them on the bridge. "You would do well to listen for the ... sound ... of those servos." The captain's voice stopped but the intercom continued to hum, alive from his end.
Absolutely nothing that would give any one a clue to the fact that there is a method of acceleration aboard. Understood?" "Ye-es, Mah-ike." Mike switched off the vocoder, flipped his intercom to the temporary galley in the morgue, and ordered two breakfasts readied. Then he set off for the morgue. Mike Blackhawk located Dr. Y. Chi Tung's hammock, and nudged the scientist unceremoniously.
The captain relaxed a little, and a half-smile played near the corner of his mouth as he said to Mike, "I believe, then, we may have found the real saboteur, Mr. Blackhawk." Then to Ishie. "Doctor, I believe that your field is the one in which the most experience lies towards finding a means for counteracting the effect that is now influencing our orbit. I am putting you in charge of the problem.
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