Beadle's Dime Novels No. 153: Mohawk Nat — page 18: what you’re looking at

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20 MOHAWK NAT. “TI ken. He mout roast us at a slow fire if he had the time. They like that. I’ve known ’em to do it many a time. Mebbe, though, ef he was hurried, he’d put a knife into us, and Jift ourha’r. That's the easiest way we would git off.”’ “ That’s no guide for us to go by.” “ Ain’t it? I think it is.. Sass for the goose is sass for the gander. My advice is, drop him whar he is.” “What do you take me for? Do you suppose I sg) ag allow such a barbarous act ?” “ What ye goin’ to do then?” demanded Nat, in a Eel of supreme indifference. “I’m sure I don’t know any other way. “T will not allow that.” “ You ain’t got all to say, said the other; I believe I took him myself, didn’t I?” “Never mind that,” replied Lewis, hotly; “I will not — him to be harmed.” ie deuce youwo n’t,” said Nat, “Then s'pose I say I'll do Files I please about it.” “Be careful, Nat Hazard. I think you know me. I repeat that this man shall not be killed. It would sound well that eight men who have done so much for the colony murdered a man in cold blood because they did not know what to do with him.” “Tt’s got to be did,” said Nat. “Very well,” suid Lewis. “There he is. Shoot him.” “Eh?” “Shoot him.” : Nat was taken aback by the permission granted so sud- denly. He looked at Lewis, he looked at the Indian, cocking his rifle at the same time, Barbed Arrow folded his arms and looked the ranger full in the face, Once Nat raised his rifle, but lowered it again. It was only an Indian, to be sure, but it was hard to shoot a man whose eye never quailed. “Why do you hesitate?” said Lewis. “Come; he is yours, you say. - I agree that it is necessary that something should be done with him, and as you claim your right to murder him, do it.” « But—but—” began Nat. CORMICEOOOKS.»COMM