Beadle's Dime Novels No. 138: Tim, the Scout — page 95: what you’re looking at

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JUST IN TIME. 97 and came out, ranging himself by his master’s side. The huge form of the negro, and his determined front awed the savages, and they gave back a little. He took his station more in front, and whirled the club about in a circle in the very faces of the infuriated Indians. At him they rushed, and the dauntless black was pressed back upon the others. It now seemed as if the white men must yield, when a wild Irish shout was heard, and Tim Whalen, whirling a rifle over his head like a shillalah, dashed into their midst, and the- astounded savages scattered right and left. At thesamé time a crowd of fugitives rushed by, shouting : - “Yengees!” Ed. Lewis was close upon them with his company, and en- tered the village just as the baffled human brutes left if. He looked in surprise at the party about the lodge, and the wounds upon them. “T have not strength left to run,” said the eoistalst “or I would try to escape. This fighting is dry work.” Nothing ever disturbed him. He looked for changes for better or worse in this strife, and was not at all discomposed by the prospect of a Yankee prison. | “JT bade you good-by rather suddenly a while since,” he said, addressing Ed. ‘“ Would you like to finish that little dispute now? Iam not exactly in condition, but that need make no difference. You will have all the better chance.” “ Excuse me,” said Ed. “Iam quite satisfied, if you are.” “Very well. I suppose I may regard myself as your pri- soner ?” “TJ shall have the pleasure of giving you in charge of Col- onel Clayton in a few moments. Stay where youare. Your former attendant will take care of you.” “Oh, Tim, Tim!” said the Englishman, clapping that worthy on the shoulder, “ alt this trouble may be traced to you. But I can’t blame you.” “ Be me sowl,” said Tim, “I niver did see the like ay ye. I wish ye’d get away. Be me sowl I do.” “Thank you. But it is not likely. These Indians lying here are not the objects for a lady to see, and perhaps—hul- Jo! Where has the captain gone ?” “Tntil the lodge, me darlin’,” said Tim, ‘ : j conniclooks.com