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, THE SENTRY DEFIED, "9 The same sentine] was there, and he rallied as the white man approached, presenting his musket. “ Stop !” he commanded, seeing the purpose of the other to leave the wigwam. “Stay, or me shoot!” : “Shoot!” exclaimed Archibald, with terrible earnestness, bending his fiery gaze upon the redskin. “ Threaten to shoot an Englishman, will you? and one who has done go much for you as I haye done? You dare not! It would cost you the scalp of every man in this village. You are not ready to make war upon the English now, after their kindness to you.” Turner was physiognomist enough to know when he had subdued the half-formed determination on the part of the say- age to oppose his exit, and at the proper moment he very quietly passed forth into the open air. The heavens. were dark and lowering, giving abundant evidence of rain before many hours should pags, A’ mournful, sighing wind passed through the tree-tops with a howl like some weird requiem for a lost spirit. Certainly the elements and nature were in harmongllll _ the feelings of the excited young man. Just noticing these outward appearances, he hastened to the council square, in the midst of the village, where he found quite a number of Indians assembled. There was a little sur- prise evinced at his appearance, though no words denoting . it were spoken. He saw at a-glance that the man he sought was not there, and with trembling steps he hastened to his Wigwam, Here he encountered the grave Indian who swayed most of the destinies of the yillage, and to him the young man at once addressed himself. | What he said, or in what terms he addressed the Mo- hegan, Archibald never knew. The terrible whirl of his brain was too great for an ing like candid reflection or reasoning. He merely ao that functionary the great injustice they were doing Shining Star, and the personal in- terest he should be obliged to take in the matter, as he should never rest till it had been brought before the consider- ation of the English authorities, taf, The grave Indian heard him in silence, while not a mus- cle of his face moved. Finally; when the young man had no more to say, the other waved his hand, and in accents of command said, : comicbooks.com