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ABANDONED. 85 “ What do you say, Bates ?” “I say as Tom does: back out of this in no time, and let Nat take keer of himself. as he is able to do.” “Are you together in this? Then go, in God’s name, I want no such men with me. Do you remember what Nat Hazard has done for you? First, Tom Turner, he saved your life when a Mohawk hud mounted you and was whip- ping off your sealp. You, Gideon Bates, haye to thank him for a like service, . It isa pity he held back the Frenchman’s arm. And there is-not aman here to whom he has not done some great service. I acknowledge my obligations, and I will do what I can to aid him.” ry ) “ He’s gone under, cap., that’s plain enough, I sheuld think. Didn’t ye hear the yells? That meant thet some one hed gone under, Come, cap., make up yer mind to let poor Nat go, ’live, or dead; you ken do nothing for him now ; we must look out for our own safety. We've got fam/’lies to Support, an’ can’t afford to lose our sculps,” said Turver. “I said go, did I not? Why do you hesitate? Go, the pack of you; and let me see as little of you as I can in fu- ture.” “That need not trouble you,” said Bates. “ You won’t sce none of us no more, ’cause they'll have your scalp before the day is over,” — | “ Don’t waste any time,” retorted Lewis, angrily. “I have Work to do, Be off; and when you go back to Schenectady, _ tell them that you left. me among the hills in the north woods, and that I said I would not return unless I brought Nat Huz- ard with me. It will be a good thing to tell, that the pack of you left me to my fate. Away !” = “ You are hard on us, capt’in,” said Tom Turner, begin- ning to show signs of anger. “ 't Carry it too fur. We ain't so much to blame ’cause we don’t want to lose our sculps.” | “ Then why do you wait ?” “ We want you to go back too,” “And you think,” said the captain, erecting his head Proudly, “ because a pack of cowards sneak away from dan- éer, that I will countenance them in it by going too ?” “ Cowards!” cried two or three of the men at once. conmiclooks.comhn