Beadle's Dime Novels No. 138: Tim, the Scout — page 10: what you’re looking at

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12 TIM, THE sCouT upon him from: an unseen: foe. Indeed, there was little else to expect in that region, Just, as he leaped, a loud yource called out in good English, :: “ Hold on, friend, I want to speak: to you,’ + The speaker ‘asued from the woods, and cametinto the.open - space. He was. a tall, soldierly-looking fellow, although he wore no uniform. His face was one of those, strange and unreadable ones we sometimes. see, Which mask a world of hidden fire. ‘The acute Irishman looked him over from head to foot, with a lingering suspicion that he ought to attack him at once; and yet he had no good reason for believing the man to be an enemy. But there rose in him an instinctive feeling that all was not right, and that he ought to give the stranger a taste of cold steel. The stranger, on. the other hand, watched the movements of the Irishman with interest, but did not show any excitement, “Where might you be from, fipas ?” he asked, “if you have studied me enough to answer.’ “T might be from a good many places,’ replied Tim, with a rather defiant look. “ But I hain’t studied you enough. to answer, be the powers.” “There is one place you hail from,” said the other, with a light laugh. ‘ Ireland, by the bones of Fingal.” . ‘Phat would ye know about the great Fingal ?” asked Tim, “ Sure it’s nothing to yer credit that ye knew me to be an Irishman, and me wid a burr under me tongue as big as. me fist. Ivs no great thiffg for ye to tell that, mind ye.” * “T never said it was,” replied the man, who was as-evi- dently bent on conciliating the Irishman as that indlvidual was on picking a quarrel. “Any fool could tell that. But, don’t let us quarrel. It isn’t often white men meet in this wild region, and when they do, let there be peace between them, as the Indians would say. Look here; I’ve got some- thing in my flask that would warm the naan of one of the monks of old. Will you have some ¢ i “ Phat is it?’ said Tim, his mouth beginning to water, for, like most of his people, he liked an occasional drop of the evil stuff, “Brandy. And it’s of a siamp you don’t often taste. Try some ?” eGiniceooke. com