Pulp Fiction, 1868 · page 34 of 116
Beadle's Dime Novels No. 153: Mohawk Nat — page 34: what you’re looking at
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36 MOMIAWK NAT. “Did you say coward, capt’in?” cried Turner, his fierce eyes gleaming. ‘“’Cause ef ye did, it mout make a querrel.” “I said it plainly enough,” replied Lewis, bringing his rifle to a level with his breast. “Do you understand it? Do you threaten? If you do, you know how to settle it. Iam ready for you. AH you have to do is tostep out yonder with your rifle, and when Bates gives the word, fire.” “I fight no duel with you,” said Gideon Bates,“ and help fight no duels. WNeithershall Tom Turner, It’s a good thing for you, 8 man that can hit the bull’s-eye at six hundred, to talk of fighting a common man. We'll find a way to make that word coward bitter to you.” — “ Be off !” “ Don’t hurry us,” said Bates. “Are you foolhardy enough not to see that you are trying to drive seven men, any one of them a tough out-and-outer? Be civil. We are going now.” They fell into line and began to march. As the party passed out of woes see eee. Bute looked back at the captain. — “ Forgit all we've said, captin. Osim with us.” “ Go to the devil !” “Thank you |” And so they parted. He waiciied them in isha ‘silence as they passed away by the sidé of the dark river, trying to ‘make out the mystery which puzzled him, that these men, whom ‘he thought he had proved in many an hour of peril, should turn recreant at that moment and leave him to his However, it was done. Whatever work was to be per- formed, he was the man to doit. If Mohawk Nat was to be saved, Lewis was the man who must save him. GCORMEDOOKSaCOKN ; y¥