Beadle's Dime Novels No. 153: Mohawk Nat — page 44: what you’re looking at

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46 MOHAWK NAT. woodman. of this, and he knew the absurdity of an attempt which could only expose him to death. Even the man who faced him was armed to the teeth, and could kill him before he had taken five steps. This menacing attitude made no difference to Nat; he never stopped whistling, while looking his interlocutor in the face, “TI wish to have:some tall with you,” said the Frenchman. “ You are in great danger.” “Bel? That's funny.” “Tt may not end in a funny manner. You are a prisoner here.” “ Did you rap me on the head?” * No matter. Do you haye any hope of escape? Look about you. Are not these grim foes ?” “They ain’t han’sum, by no means,” said Nat. “I've seen better-lookin’ Aogs afore now. Queer to see a white man in sech cump’ny.” “ That is nothing to you.” “Tis ef I make it so. I don’t b’lieve you an’ I kin git on together. Let me go back to my stake.” “* Be careful.” “ What about ?” . “ You will get into trouble.” ; “ Shouldn’t wonder. I've been thar afore now.” — “You do not know me. It is in my power to give you to a fearful death.” “ Now let's talk sense, old man,” said Nat, in a patronizing way, highly aggravating to a man of the Frenchman's sayage temper. “I judge you and I have lived long enough in the woods to know that one of us Kain't scare the other. Least- ways, you kain’t scare me.” “Perhaps not,” said Le Renard. “Perhaps you do not know me, It is no more than fair that you should. Iam Camille Devereux, captain in the service of the Emperor of France, and an Indian Deputy. Perhaps you would know me better by the name the Indians: have given me, Le Re- nard.” “Oh, I know you well eaough, capting” replied Nat, coolly. “Tl say, honest, that I don’t s’pose thar is a man, from one end of the colonies to the other, better known and worse hated on CoOnmmicloooksaconn