In Barracks and Wigwam — page 21: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

Sowing the Seeds. tl A clamor rose from the students, and Linn reluctantly withdrew. ) “It’s all right, old fellow,’ Bruce called after him. “Just watch me win.” A moment later the two had grappled, and amid breath- less silence the match went on. From the first it was a close struggle. To and fro they swayed and slid, bend- ing this way and that. Each displayed cunning and skill, and after three or four minutes the end was not in sight. But suddenly Deerfoot made a rapid and almost im- perceptible movement of one knee, and that quickly stretched his opponent flat on his back. The loud ap- plause of the Indians and jeering laughter from some of steve Halsey’s boon companions, stung Bruce’s fiery tem- per to madness. “A foul! a foul!” he cried, scrambling to his feet. “I wasn't thrown fair, and you know it, you tricky redskin.” “White boy lie,” declared Deerfoot, his eyes flashing dangerously. “Do I?” snarled Bruce. “Take that, you copper-faced cheat ‘ But before Bruce could deliver the blow, already aimed with full force, Linn sprang forward and pinned his arms fast. “For shame!” he whispered. At the same instant half a dozen of the Indian lads sur- rounded Deerfoot and attempted to carry him away. “Let me go,” cried Bruce, struggling hard. “Let me get at him. He threw me foul, and called me a liar.” “Calm yourself, old fellow,” replied Linn. “Don’t give way to passion like this. You're in the wrong, too. It was a fair throw, and a mighty clever one. You owe Deerfoot an apology, and you'll tell him so, won’t you?” “No, I won’t,” muttered Bruce. “I didn’t expect this of you, Linn.” Eomicbooks,.co