Beadle's Dime Novels No. 138: Tim, the Scout — page 92: what you’re looking at

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~~ 94 TIM, THE scour. were pushing the Indians out of the woods by slow degrees, and they were resisting stubbornly, fighting hard. This par- ticular band of savages were led by a tall man in hunting- shirt and leggings, with a head-dress, the feathers of which drooped over his face. Tim Whalen, who was fighting like a lion, observed the fellow closely, and saw that he carried piétols—a thing an Indian rarely does—and stood erect while fighting, instead of skulking about as the rest of the Indians did. He held a pistol in each hand and fired with great _ kill, killing three men in succession. As. the combat grew hotter, and the combatants approached each other, this man was seen to make prodigious efforts to reach Ed. Lewis, who was directing the movements of his company with great skill and daring. Twice the man with the pistols fired at the young captain, and succeeded in wounding him ae in the arm. ~ “Took out, Masther Ed. !” cried Tim. “ That's no Indian that’s firin’ at ye. -He knows how to handthle a pisthile, an’ that’s phat no Indian iver did. -He’s a white man.” “Tt must be Wilson,” said Ed. “ Oh, if I could only get to him. Come on, lads!” | D The men followed him with a ringing cheer. The Indians answered by yells of defiance. They had taken shelter be- hind a natural abatis of fallen trees, and were firing as fast as they could load. Climbing like cats, the North-western boys burst into the cover, and went at them with the bayonet. The savages, who were about equal in number, were picked men, the flower of the Shawnee nation, and were not likely to turn front in the hour of battle. After.the first rush, when their guns were empty, they flung them down and went: into the fight with knife and hatchet. Hd. had emptied his pis- tols, and now drew his sword. As he did so, he saw the disguised white man making his-way toward him, striking out right and left, and determined to gét at him.~ Nothing loth, Ed. called to his men to make way, and leaped forward. In an instant the man put his right hand behind him, and drew a sword which hung from his red sash. That action told the young man that what he had suspected was indeed true. He was to fight a white man. The swords: crossed with & sort of hissing sound, and the two strong men looked conmieclooolks.conn