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Updated: May 24, 2025
"Capting!" cried he, speaking quickly, and raising his gun with a gesture of menace, "pay 'tention to whet I'm 'beout to say. Look savagerous at me, an' make these yeer verming b'lieve you an' me's que'lling. Fo'most tell me, ef they've krippled ye 'beout the legs? I know ye can't speak; but shet yeer eyes, an' thet says `No."
We passed close under the edge of the butte. In the excitement of the chase, I had almost forgotten to look up when a shrill shout recalled to my memory the captive on the cross. The cry came from the summit from Sure-shot himself. Thank Heaven! he lived! "Hooza! hoozay!" shouted the voice. "Heaving speed yees, whos'ever ye be! Hooza! hoozay! Arter the verming, an' gie 'em goss!
Spank my skin! ef thet ere wan't a cute dodge it's throwd the Indyens off o' the scent for certain; or we'd a heerd some'ut o' them verming afore this." "Faith, I think we've sucksaided in bamboozling thim, shure enough." The meat by this time showed sufficiently done; and the two men applied themselves to eating, with an earnestness that allowed no time for talking.
I kinder guess as heow I kin cut the thing. It 'peers to be all o' one piece, an' 'll peel off yeer body like a rope o' rushes. Ef I cut it, theer'll be a chance for ye. Theer's only one o' the verming ahint the mound. Yeer hoss air theer; make for the anymal mount 'im, an' put off like a streak o' greased lightnin'! Neow!"
He only wants to come round us, capting, an' git our scalps 'ithout fightin' for 'em thet's what the red verming wants to be at sure as shootin'." "Why should the Red-Hand spare our lives?" I enquired, taken by surprise at any offer of life coming from such a quarter. "Has he not just said, that all white men are his enemies?" "True. But white men may become his friends.
"Shure yez did, didn't ye?" "No-o-o; neer a bit o' 't. It keemd nigh breakin' us." "Arrah, how?" "We-ell! ye see, when we got roun' to Orleens, we learnt that the boot-trade hed a'most stopped. The allygator leather didn't turn out jest the thing for brogans; an' besides, it got sca'ce by reezun o' the killin' o' them verming.
"Poor Petrick!" said Sure-shot, as we descended the slope, "he weer the joyfulest kimrade I ever hed, an' we must gi' him the berril o' a Christyan. I wonder neow what on airth them verming lies done wi' him? Wheer kin they have hid his body?" "True where is it? It was out yonder on the plain? I saw it there: they had scalped him." "Yees; they sculped him at the time we weer all captered.
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