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DECLINED, WITH—A CURSE. 53 not long ago that they meant to burn you at the stake, -You insulted him,.and the savages thirst for the blood of such. an enemy as you have been,” “What do you think now, honest and true? If you were in my place, would you accept this offer ?” “Any man of sense could give you but one answer. You have ability ; let it be recognized. If you could persist in your present service, what would be the result.?, Nothing but poverty, ill-treatment, and a wretched old age.” “ Thav’s more than likely,” said Nat. “It is poor pay, I have, and not much promise of any thing better.” _ “ Then take riches and honors when they arg De- cide gt.once, If you refuse, I can. not, will not help. you; the Indians must do with you as they please.” “It's a good deal of money.” “ And you will make it more. For a man of your ability will be sure to do something to attract the attention of your superiors, Besides, I will make you my especial care. You shall not be overlooked.” “You ar’ very kind. An’ all I have to do is to stay here an’ let you know what’s goin’ on?” “ Precisely, It is not hard to do. There is no danger of detection. You are the man whom they would never dream of suspecting. You have the entrée of the forts, and tae of- ficers trust you,” _ lei tena “That's #9,” said Nat. “They do trust me, It seems a little hard to play them false, don't it, Mister Fox? I’ve been with ’em so Jong. They all know Mohawk Nat; an’ they say, thar’s old Nat Hazard, by Jinks, an’ thar ain’t. gold enough in Canada to buy Aim. An’ all the time I'd be a-takin’ the gold!” Sor ae “These things must be forgotten,” said Le. Renard. “ When men change sides, their former comrades are no more to them than their new ones used to be, It is the way of the world, changing like the moon.” “And I must change? You won’t help me. ef-I don’t?” said Nat. Si | “You may go to the deyil your own way if you refuse,” “But, ’m a white man. White blood is white blood, you commicloooks.«conn