In Barracks and Wigwam — page 117: what you’re looking at

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you’ re too dump to. Sao it. one ae het fellows go ee ‘ segs fects 3% Sen Pe ney tak a at Pain ection es Re ero ater oh com chooks com CHAPTER XVII. A CONFERENCE AND AN ATTACK. “My brother, Crooked Nose, has been slain by the white rufhan who wears the blue of your army,” began the chief, in a loud voice, and addressing himself to Ser- 7 geant Jones. “His blood calls aloud for vengeance, and Gray Fox must heed the cry. My people have done no wrong, and we did not make the trouble. The soldiers — of the Great Father must deliver up the murderer for - punishment. I have spoken.” meee The chief paused for the reply, but it was not at once forthcoming. He sat upright in his saddle like a bronze — statue, and the line of braves behind him waited in omy “nous silence. Sergeant Jones was not able to cope with the situation, | His grade had been won by steady attention to duties, and until now he had never been confronted by danger or re- sponsibility. His lips and cheeks turned white, and his watery blue eyes stared helplessly at the grim little hand- ful of troopers. Aiea “T__T don’t know what to do,” he stammered. “It ain’t— fair that the decision should rest on me. If we refuse to give Harkness up, we’ll be killed and scalped to a man. — I’d rather turn him over, and face the music afterward.’ — “Coward !” hissed a couple of low voices from the rear. — The sergeant wheeled around angrily, and swore under | his breath. Rete “I’m talking for your own good,” he growled, “and — a