Beadle's Dime Novels No. 138: Tim, the Scout — page 40: what you’re looking at

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‘ 42 TIM, THE SCOUT. wound. But it was a hopeless thing... The force of the blow had crushed the skull like an egg-shell. | “He is dead,” said the Fox. “There will be. mourning in the land of the Sioux, and Atta-bano will. be head chief.” _ They buried the chief where he fell, and hung his moc- casins over the pile of stones, so that passers-by might know. that a great chief of the Sioux slept bencath, CHAPTER V:. THE FIGHT IN THE TREE—ED. LEWIS. | Tim ran on at his best speed for half an hour, improving at every stride, until Le was quite certain he had thrown. his followers off the scent. He then paused, and.continued his course at a moderate walk, expressing the delight of his heart in a succession of chuckling laughs, which must have escaped or an explosion would have been the inevitable result... He pictured to himself the surprise of the savage when his legs were knocked from under him. ‘“ Maybe he’s dead, the black baste,” said the Irishman. “ More’s the pity ifhe isn’t: Many and many’s the poor innocent woman the bloody Sioux has killed. I hope he’s got his gruel. Avy I thought he hadn't, I'd have given him the katfe.”’ | He hurried forward. That night he slept in a tree-top, for he did not dare to trust himself on the ground, since the woods might contain prowling sayages. This was not the first time Tim had slept in a tree, It was not comfortable, but he had always found it safe. He found a place among the thick branches, where. many small limbs. crossed and. re- crossed, making a matted bed, strong enough to bear his weight, The first thing-he did was to bind his rifle to the tree, and hang his pistols beside it. Then he took off his swoyd-belt, Jet it out to its full length, and passed. it. around the strongest limb on which he lay, to keep himself. from rolling off upon the ground in his sleep, There he lay on his back, looking up at the stars glimmering through the leaves. comicbooks.conn