Beadle's Dime Novels No. 138: Tim, the Scout — page 48: what you’re looking at

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50 TIM, THE SCOUT. whin he stood ready to shoot me troo the head in a minnit ? I couldn’t do that. I guess I must have told wan or two small little lies, for which the praste’ll forgive me, sure.” — “Toes he expect you to meet him ‘again ?” | “Oh, yis. I am to come to the place where I found Miss Lizzie aslape the other day. He gives me three days to spy out the Yankees and come to him. I hope he may know me when he sees me.” | “You must meet him.” “Tl niver do it. He'd kill. me.” “ But he doesn’t suspect you,” said Ed, — “Sure an’ I had a small matther-av a brush wid Tecumseh and four or five other blaguards up the river, and he may tell the captain or may not. But how am I to know ?” “You can’t, very well. But I. think I would tisk it. Manage to see him before he sees you, and you can tell by his. face whether he is angry or not. Are you sure Tecumsch knew you?” | . | “He never saw any thing but me back, ye may be sure ay that. One blaguard followed me so close that he tripped over me fut, an’ fell down, poor lad. I’m afraid he didn’t get up again right soon. Hurted his head, maybe.” “That is strange,” said Ed., laughing. But if Tecumseh didn’t know you, we will catch this Indian agent. Harrison told me he would give any thing to get him into his power. You may be sure he will make his way here, and if he does, we are likely to haye him, I will go back to camp to-morrow, You will go with me, and we will bring back two or three men of my company, in case the fellow has any of his friends with him, and take him prisoner. The fellow is brave enough, and will make a desperate fight. I met him once, and he tried my strength, I know. . It was only my skill as a wrest- ler that enabled me to upset him. But I did it.” — “ When was that, Masther Eid 2” ‘“ About three years.ago. We had met before at Malden, where I had gone from Detroit, and each knew the other for an Indian agent. I was in the woods, between the Fox. and Winnebago country, and met him... One word brought on an other, and he accused me of acting dishonorably in my office. Of course I gaye him the. lie, and we had a tussle. I wa Commicloookxs.conm