Pulp Fiction, 1867 · page 94 of 100
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: - & 96 TIM, THE SCOUT. appearance of the Charmed Tongue, but closed again like a pack of hounds in a moment. | “ What is this?” cried Wilson, looking at the fellows, the first to run from the battle. “Why are you here, Massey- unto?” The savage addressed pointed toward Tippecanoe : “Our brothers lie dead out yonder,” he said, “ and what have we to show but our wounds ?” “What of that?” “We can not leave them alone to wander by the silent river. We want the white man and the girl.” “You won’t get them, Clear out.” “The Charmed Tongue speaks too loud,” said Masseyunto, boldly. “He has no right to bring white men into the Shaw- nee Villages,” ‘ “Stand firm,” said Wilson, looking at Rashleigh. “ There will be some Hind of a fight, but the only way is to meet it like men. I will die before they shall lay a hand on Lizzie.” -“T shall do my part,” replied the father. “Ten minutes ago they came here and began to clamor about the lodge, and from what I could learn, they had been badly beaten. Is it so ?” “ Yes, Masseyunto, did you ever see me shoot with one of my short guns ?” “What of that ?” was the sulky reply. “Merely this: If you do not stand where you are, I will shoot you through the head.” “ We want the white man. ‘You can keep the girl.” “You shall have neither, Masseyunto; and if you move, you are a dead man.” Masseyunto called to his companions for aid. Three or four of them advanced with drawn tomahawks. _ “Take care,” said Wilson, raising his pistols. They came on steadily, Wilson shot the foremost with his right-hand pistol, Masseyunto with his left, and then drew his sword. Yells of rage burst from the throats of the Indians, as they rushed upon the whites. Rashleigh fired his pistols with good effect, and snatching the hatchet and knife from the hands of Masseyunto, stood boldly on his defense. Cub, hearing the tumult, seized a club which lay upon the ground, COMnmecoool<S.cConn