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"Deerfut," said Terry, who was nosing about, "I obsarve ashes here, as though somebody had been ahead of us." "Deerfoot built a fire but a few moons ago, and staid over night." "If it was good enough for ye, I can stand it," said Terry, "which is the remark me uncle made when the Duke of Argyle asked him to stay to dinner."
You slid out so quickly that at the moment you were down at my heels, I thought I had you fast." "I'm thinkin' that the nixt thing we should try is a race; Fred can outrun me and I'll agraa that he will outrun Deerfut, that is, if ye'll allow me to make the conditions." "What would they be?" asked Deerfoot, Looking gravely down upon his friends.
"My brother is happy," said he when the salute was finished; "it makes the heart of Deerfoot glad that he could be his friend." "Ye were a friend indade, though ye'll admit, Deerfut, that I toppled over the spalpeen in foine style, now didn't I?" "The Wolf who is a Winnebago, fell as though the lightning struck him."
MacClaskey would spare you. Tell me how you managed it." A quizzical expression came upon the face of the Irish lad, who, leaning on his rifle, took off his hat and scratched his head for a few seconds before answering. "Wal, bein' it's yersilf, Fred, I don't mind sayin' that it took some strategy, as I suppose Deerfut would call it.
"I don't forgit the same; but there's a good many more rid than white men and Mr. Bowlby is lame." "What of that? He doesn't expect to fight with his feet." "There are many scrimmages in which it's handy to use yer faat. If Deerfut hadn't popped along just as I keeled over the Wolf I'd jumped on him; then, do ye not mind that the men may take it into their heads to run away."
"Be kind enough to attend to your own affairs," said Fred stiffly; "Deerfoot and I are running this show." "It looks as if Deerfut had charge of the whole of it," was the comment of Terry, who broke into laughter again; "and whin he is done ye'll agraa with me." Once more the arms passed over each other's neck. Fred resolved that whatever came, he would not be taken by surprise this time.
"The race should be for a hundred yards, and Deerfut must give Fred ninety-five yards start, though to make it sure enough, maybe it ought to be ninety-six or siven." "Then you would require about ninety-nine, according to the same calculation," said Fred.
Terry passed his open hand over his cheeks, which were red and smarting from the sharp taps of Deerfoot, and closing one eye and scratching his head, made answer: "I had been sthrikin' at Deerfut until I obsarved that ivery time I sthruck at him I didn't hit him; so thinks I to mesilf, I will see whither I can hit him by tryin' not to hit him; so I sthruck where I knowed he wasn't, thinkin' he was there."
"I'm of the opinion," remarked the sagacious Terry, "that Deerfut sint us on ahead last night so as to git us out uv the way; thim pritty legs of his can travel so fast that he wanted a chance to stritch the same without waitin' fur us."
What I wished to observe, howiver, is that we ain't to recognize such things as foul blows in this fight for the championship of Louisiana. Aich one is to git the bist of the ither in the bist way he can. The rule, Deerfut, is for such pugilists to shake hands before beginnin' to try to knock aich ither out."
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