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Updated: May 27, 2025
"For my part," said Kenton, "I am with ye, old boy, in anything ye want to do. But now ye've got to tell me everything. I see that ye're keeping something back. What is it?" He glanced sidewise slyly at Oncle Jazon. Beverley was frank to a fault; but somehow his heart tried to keep Alice all to itself. He hesitated; then "I broke my parole with Governor Hamilton," he said. "He forced me to do it.
Oncle Jazon probably felt that his kindness had been ineffectual, for he changed his tone and added: "But I s'pose a young feller like ye can't onderstan' w'at it is to love a 'oman an' 'en hev 'er quit ye for 'nother feller, an' him a buck Injin. Wall, wall, wall, that's the way it do go!
Long-Hair, who was not joining in the dance and song, turned when he heard these taunting words, and mistaking whence they came, went to Beverley's side and kicked him again and again. Oncle Jazon heard the loud blows, and considered the incident a remarkably good joke. "He, he, he!" he snickered, as soon as Long-Hair walked away again.
"Him a kickin' yer ribs clean inter ye, an' a makin' ye run the ga'ntlet, an' here ye air a tryin' to save 'is life!" whined Oncle Jazon, "W'y man, I thought ye hed some senterments! Dast 'is Injin liver, I kin feel them kicks what he guv me till yit. Ventrebleu! que diable voulez-vous?" Clark simply pushed Beverley's pleadings aside as not worth a moment's consideration.
"I'd give ye one poundin' that ye'd remember, Emile Jazon, if I could get to ye, ye old twisted-face, peeled-headed, crooked-mouthed, aggravatin' scamp!" he exclaimed, not thinking how high his naturally strong voice was lifted. "I can stand any fool but a damn fool!" Long-Hair heard the concluding epithet and understood its meaning.
He hugged the gaunt Lieutenant with genuine fervor of joy, while Oncle Jazon ran around them making a series of grotesque capers. The whole command, hearing Oncle Jazon's patriotic words, set up a wild shouting on the spur of a general impression that Beverley came as a messenger bearing glorious news from Washington's army in the east.
Beverley commanded; but he could not check the wild jeering and laughing, while the bruised and frightened scouts hastily erected their ladder again, fairly tumbling over one another in their haste to ascend, and so cleared the wall, falling into the stockade to join the garrison. "Ventrebleu!" shrieked Oncle Jazon.
Father Gibault, he said, had sent him to ask M. Roussillon to come to the river house, as he had news of great importance to communicate. "Ah, well, Oncle Jazon, we'll have a nip of brandy together before we go," said the host. "Why, yes, jes' one agin' the broilin' weather," assented Oncle Jazon; "I don't mind jes' one."
Oncle Jazon chuckled reminiscently and scratched the skinless, cicatrized spot where his scalp had once flourished. "Oh, several places," he answered. "Ye see thet hair a hangin' there on the wall?" He pointed at a dry wisp dangling under a peg in a log barely visible by the bad light. "Well, thet's my scalp, he! he! he!" He snickered as if the fact were a most enjoyable joke.
"Yander's more of 'em," said Oncle Jazon, as if not in the least concerned, wagging his head in an opposite direction, from which another squad was approaching. That he duly appreciated the situation appeared only in the celerity with which he acted. Kenton at once assumed command, and his companions felt his perfect fitness.
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