Penny Dreadfuls, 1916 · page 147 of 400
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# This Page: Running Prose This is page 131 of the running narrative text from "Trouble in the Wind." The passage describes the aftermath of an explosion that destroyed a cabin (apparently Tom's former prison), followed by the arrival of a tall young man in moonlight whom Tom greets with joy. The text then depicts an emotional exchange between Tom Calvert, a Cherokee character named Unaka, and a man named Troupe, in which Tom credits Unaka with saving his life and introduces him to Captain Anderson as his brother, pledging friendship to "the Indian boy."
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TROUBLE IN THE WIND 131 the ditch of the explosion fell away. As they came upon the spot where the cabin had been, the moon burst forth from black storm-clouds. Its clear splendor revealed a tremen- dous, smoking-hot hole in the ground. That was all. Of the hut which had been [om’s prison for months, of the man who had died in it, no trace remained. Borne upon thunderings, and followed by a procession of echoes, the soul and the body of Hornbuckle had gone away, into the night. Unaka touched Tom’s arm, his eyes on some moving object at a distance. The thicket parted, and a tall, gal- lant-looking young fellow stepped into the moonlight, white splendor on the pistols at his belt, the gold laces on his arm. [om sent up a shout of joy. Next instant Troupe was standing with his arm about ‘Tom’s neck. “Tom Calvert! You headlong, impetuous dare-devil! You are quicker than a catamount. What a frightful risk! How dared you run back— when you knew what was coming?” “|. did know what was coming; and who was coming! Heard East-a-tubbee’s bark; Unaka was close by. Com- ing on to the cabin — looking for me. If I had n’t gone back”’ — the big artery pounding in his throat — “ Unaka would have been destroyed.” The Cherokee’s eyes burned. Those crude eyes — fired with devotion — were curious to see. He glowed. The hot blood pumped to the roots of his black locks. Then, in Cherokee, “Emathla keeps Unaka’s life. So!” curving his palm into.a cup. The old Biblical simile, in flesh and blood: “He holdeth me in the hollow of his hand.” “And who saved my life, Redskin? And my flesh from the branding-iron — ehr ‘The bulliest redskin alive!” And then—with severe dignity lest the mercurial Ameri- can fall short of the savage standard — “ Unaka Nung-noh- - hut-tar-hee, Kar-nung-dar-har-gah, brave scion of many warriors, this is my brother. Captain Anderson, this 1s Unaka, to whom I owe my life. Know each other.” And Troupe pledged his friendship to the Indian boy, “through CORNICLIOO® eS (©) m