Beadle's Dime Novels No. 138: Tim, the Scout — page 71: what you’re looking at

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TREACHERY EXPOSED. "3 “They are not, sir. But there is every probability that they soon will be, if you and such men as you continue to act in the manner you have done for the past year. Have you not entered our border with the express design of stirring up the inhabitants thereof to insurrection? Are you not aware that, by so doing, you lose the protection of your home goy- ernment ?” | , | “Who says I have done this?’ demanded Wilson, in a blustering tone. : | ‘Good temper, sir, will do you as much service as any thing else at this juncture. I charge you with inciting the Indians to rebellion against the United States. All this is capable of proof by a credible witness.” — “You mean that Irishman yonder. Of course he saw me in the Indian village. But as he can not understand the In- dian language, and though he was present during an inter- view I had with the Prophet, he can not vouch for any thing we said.” : “ Arrah, honey,” said Tim, “ but I jist joked wid.ye there. I can spake the Shawnee language as well as ye can.”’ “You vile traitor !” “ Aisy man; aisy. As the Gineral very justly remarks, it won’t do ye any harrum to kape cool. Sure I know ivery word ye said that day.” “You infamous scoundrel! I shall yet get a chance to cut out your accursed tongue.” | “ Be the bones av Fingal the Great,” added Tim, “ ye'l niver see that day, ye spalpeen.” “Be quict, Whalen,” said Harrison. “Let the prisoner confine his attention to me, and ask such questions as he chooses, J am ready to answer.” “Why am I a prisoner ?” “ Because it is for the good of the American cause that you should be. Hark you, Sir Agent: I am Governor William Henry Harrison, General of the militia in this vicinity. And I give you my word that you shall not escape me very easily. We have proof enough, at least, to retain you until this war is over, and as sure as my name is Harri- son, we will do it. It will be of no use for you to make trouble ; it will do you no good. Private Whalen, remove ConnicloOokks.Conn