Beadle's Dime Novels No. 138: Tim, the Scout — page 93: what you’re looking at

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THE DUEL. - 96 each other in the eye. Ed. saw the black orbs of Wilson gleaming at him, and knew him in.a moment. “ Ha!’ he said. ‘“ My friend the captain,” . “The same,” said Wilson, gravely. “Have you made your will ?” ty “ Not yet,” said Ed., taking a step to the right, and eluding a vigorous thrust of the enemy, returning it by an upward tierce-point which grazed the shoulder of Wilson. This made him more wary. They fought with great caution for five minutes, and no results. Both were skillful: swordsmen, and both endowed with an iron frame, though Wilson had an inch or so the advantage in stature, “You fence well,’ said Wilson, as they paused, with locked swords. “T can return the compliment,” replied Ed. .“ Guard ts The battle recommenced, and, looking to the right as they turned, Wilson saw that his men were retreating, and that he was in danger of being taken. Disengaging his sword by an effort, he leaped a fallen log, and hurried after his men, disre- garding the shot which Tim sent after him. The regiment of Daviess now had possession of the field, but their leader was no more. One of Harrison’s aids came up with orders for the regiment to push forward, and form aline on the other side of the woods. Here they were again attacked by the Indians, and the battle recommenced with the greatest fury. : ' All along the line, the army was greeted with an inces- sant fire, which laid low many a braye man. But, the deter- mined valor of the whites conquered, and the sayages sullenly retired. The regiment of Daviess, as soon as it was light enough to look out for ambuscades, followed in the track of the flying Indians.. Wilson had returned with them, cursing them roundly, and in the same breath praying them to turn back, and change that. bloody defeat into a victory. But they would not. Finding. defeat inevitable, Wilson hastened into the town to secure Lizzie and her father. He found their lodge surrounded by a crowd of savages. Breaking through, he saw Walter Rashleigh, with a brace of pistols in his hands, threatening the savages. They gave back a little .pt..tha...