Beadle's Dime Novels No. 138: Tim, the Scout — page 44: what you’re looking at

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46 , TEM, THE Seour. not even Lizzie, ever thought.of entering without his permis sion, which was rarely accorded, Lizzie had been teMing the captain about Tim, whose continued alsence had caused some anxiety at the camp, where Harrison was much disturbed at the notion of losing his best scout. 3 “You are sure it was Tim?” asked Lewis. f “Ag if I do not know Tim Whalen, Ed. Of course it was. He found me in the woods asleep— “How can you do such things, dear Lizzie? Who knows what might happen ?” “Oh, there was no danger. J had Cain with me. I was asleep urider a tree, and Tim came and woke me. He had a man with him whom IJ never saw before, and do not like at all—a tall man, with a broad, white face, anda long mus- tachio, which hung down below his chin, and a pointed beard. His name was Ae ROR, and he spoke of having authority among the tribes.” ‘ hes sure as my name is Lewis, I believe it was James Wil- son, the English. agent among the Indians. I used to know him: And you say Tim appeared to be friendly to him?” “Yes, but Tim had not given his, right name; he called himself McCarty.” “Let him alone to take care of himself,’ said Ivewis, laugh- ing. “The fellow is sharp-witted as a fox. He will do well, and if he does not fool the agent, I am mistaken.” ‘‘ He whispered to me not. to ‘ thrust,’ the stranger, so. at least he put no confidence in the fellow.” “J thought so. But what was this man’s object in coming to the cabin? ‘You must beware of him. He is to be feared and hated. He works night and day against the United States, and yet finds time to work the ruin.of peaceful families. . I know enough of his villainy to wish for nothing better than a struggle with him, hand to band, upon some glorious battle- field, or any other spot of ground in’ wide America.” “Why do you hate him, Ed. ?” _ “JT would not shock your ears with the tale of his crite dear one,” said Lewis, ‘“ Not for the world. But I know him, and I pray for the time to come when we can meet.” “I hope you will never see him, Ed. I know that he is a bad man. The moment 1 saw Nis white face I said, in my conmmiclooks.conm