Pulp Fiction, 1870 · page 16 of 100
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18 THE FOREST MONSTEL. . ,thst direction ; but, about a half-mile beyond this, his keen ‘eyes detected the smoke of a camp-fire. It was very faintly _ defined against the clear blue sky, but it was unmistakable, and indicated that a party of Indians were encamped there “ Why, then, did Black Tom sit so unconcernedly upon. the ‘ground, after hearing this announcement, and permit their fire “to burn so vigorously, when its ascending vapor might make known to the Blackfeet what they did not even suspect? ~ Because night was closing around them, and ere the red-skins _ would be likely to detect the suspicious sign, it would be con- ~ cealed in the petting darkness—and the dense shrubbery ef- fectually shut t the blaze from any wanderers that might venture that w: As there was nothing at hand immediately to engage their ~ attention, the trappers, after gathering a goodly quantity. of fuel, reclined upon the ground, and leisurely smoked their pipes. “Teddy is gone a powerful while,” remarked Tom, as he looked up and saw that it was quite dark ; “he can’t. be as hungry as we are.” - “He's seed the sign—and he’s keerful—hello !” = At that instant, the report of a gun was heard, sounding “nearty in the direction of the Indian encampment. The trap- listened a moment, and then Tom added, in the most in- rent manner possible : “ Wonder ef that chap’s got throwed.” . |“ Hope” not,” returned his companion, “ fur ef he is we'll have to go to bed on an empty stomach, or scratch out, and hunt up our supper for ourselves.” The individual who had occasioned this remark was "Teddy O'Doherty, a rattling, jovial Irishman, who had got lost from an emigrant train several years before, and in wandering over the prairie fell into the hands of the trappers, with whom he had consorted ever since. He had spent enough time among the beaver-runs of the ‘ north-west, to become quite an expert hunter ; he had acquired “a certain degree of caution in his movements, but there still “remained a great deal of the , daredevil nature, which "was born in him, and he had already been engaged in several , scrimmages with the red-skins, and the wonder was that he had est death so long. ni welt SbdNBT the? Teton ni nies Gomicbooksecom