Pulp Fiction, 1868 · page 17 of 116
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IN A QUANDARY. 19 “ Why does my brother speak it too ?” said Barbed Arrow. “T Jearned it when I was not an enemy to them.” “ Suppose Barbed Arrow learn him then,” was the reply. Lewis saw that he had no common man to deal with, but a man whose intellect was acute by nature, and sharpened by contact with the French. “ My brother reasons well,” said Lewis. “But he forgets that the Hurons have always been our enemies, and have done all they could to harm us. We meet a Huron and we say, this’is a friend of the French, Is it not so?” “Many of the Hurons love our fither at Quebec,” said Barbed Arrow, cautiously, “because he is always kind to them and gives them guns and powder, with which to take their food. Always kind, indians always remember the hand that feeds them.” “Then you acknowledge that you are a friend of the French ?” “ Sometimes; other times love Yengees. Yengees do right, Barbed Arrow glad. - French do right, glad too. Barbed Ar- row friend to everybody,” he continued, with that sweeping gesture. Lewis found himself in a quandary. In his desire to do right by everybotly, he was at a loss what to do with the prize they had taken. He dared not let him go.. He did not even dare to keep him. To kill him, professing friend- ship, would be a barbarity from which he shrunk. They ‘tié him and leave ‘in some secure place, but per- haps they should not return that way, or not return at all; in which case he would be doomed to a lingering death. “What shall we do him ?” he said, turning to the men ; “he claims to be a friend.” nee hat for his friendship,” said Nat, snapping his fingers. “He lies. Thar ain’t no Huron that doesn't hate.us_ like death. He wouldn’t be-a Huron if lie didn’t.” “That does not help me to know what to do with, the fellow.” Nat touched the hilt of his knife in a significant manner. “TY do not understand you.” “ What do ye s'pose he would do with us, in the same place ?” “ How can I tell?” — Comichooksrcom