Beadle's Dime Novels No. 138: Tim, the Scout — page 39: what you’re looking at

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A CHASE. 41 and that there was nothing for him but to trust to his speed. Luckily, he was a very swift runner, and in a race of five miles could distance any man in the Indian country. One, at least, of the Indians was more than his equal on a short race, and that was the Sioux chief. He must be disposed of, and ‘that done, the Irishman was sure he could run the rest out of sight in half an hour. He did not look behind him, but he heard a heavy breathing, and long, quick steps, and knew that the Sioux was gaining. They were absolutely flying down the forest path and on level ground.’ Tim saw that the Savage was not a rod away, going like the wind, with uplift- ed tomahawk. The Fox, the next best runner, was perhaps fifty feet in the rear of the Sioux, and Tecumseh as far be- hivd him. The action of Tim was prompt. While going at full speed, he doubled his body like a ball and flung himself in the way of the Indian. The ruse was highly successful. The Indian stumbled over him, and falling headlong, struck his crown against the root of a tree, with such force that the blood gushed from his mouth, nose sind ears. Quicker than thought, Tim was on his feet again, knife in hand, but a single glance convinced him that the weapon was not needed. The Sioux would trouble him no more that day, that was certain. He did not linger a second, but was off like a flash, with the Fox chief close in his rear, perhaps twenty fect away. “Stay, white man, stay !” shouted the Indian. “A Fox would talk with you.” | “Sure I ain’t got time to tarry,” replied Tim. “ Some othe: time, an’ it plase ye all the same.” The distance between them did not change for some time, «nd then the terrible pace they were going began to tell upon the Indian. Foot by foot he dropped astern, while Tim had got his second wind, and was as fresh as @ daisy. As he bowled along over the forest path he became satisfied that the | Indian had stopped. He began to run in a zigzag direction, to confuse the aim of the savage. At last the hatchet came, Sent with all the force of disappointed rage, and the savages fave up the chase as they saw it pass close to the ear of the fiying man without touching him at all. They went back and raised the senseless Sioux from the earth. One of the chiefs brought water from the creek, and they washed the connicloooks.com