Tom Anderson, Dare-Devil: A Young Virginian in the Revolution — page 51: what you’re looking at

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THE RIFLEMAN ee coat! A blow in the face would have bewildered Tom less. He dropped his torch. It went out. He picked it up and went back to the forge. Hemming Unaka in a dark corner of the shed, he poured out his amazing discovery. “A redcoat! It zs, I tell you—a British officer!” stam- mering with excitement. “Dor: I'll tell you what we'll do—capture him!” Unaka pointed to the holsters over the saddle. ; pam nodded. “Yes; and he’s got another pistol at his Blt, Unaka’s hand touched the knife of Going Snake. The white exclaimed warningly, “No hurt —no wound, redskin! Make him prisoner—take him to the Gov- ernor.”’ ** Kast-a-had-kee kill us,” clucked the Cherokee. “By George, | have it!” ‘Tom was on fire with excite- ment. “You can bewitch his horse! Delay the spy here, and we'll have him! First, capture his horse! Hurry!” The Cherokee whispered, “‘I’sigawati.”’ [I see.] Out of the dark forge the Indian slid like a shadow. “Yer honor’s ivery inch a gintleman.”’ Pat was saying grace over a handful of silver. Unaka had caught the mare’s eye. He muttered some- thing in Cherokee. She trembled like a battery horse before the salvo. As the man’s foot was in the stirrup, she shied violently. “What the deuce?”” The mare eyed him with heaving sides, her head high. Carr seized the stirrup. “Does she scare, sirr?”’ “Never!” But again the Gray Goose tried to wrench away from him. Rearing, bucking, backing, she left half her bridle in that strong hand, and was off. Over the fence she went, and round and round Carr’s stalk-field at a frantic gallop. Queer sight! “What’s got into the she-devil?”’ The moon was rising. The light glorified the track over which the horse flew. There was no snow falling, but CONNIE OO SS) (E(©) im