Beadle's Dime Novels No. 215: The White Hermit — page 18: what you’re looking at

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N, Cal rushing out to the aid of the noble young Oneida, but as often had ‘been restrained by the hand of Bill Epps. “Tet him alone,” whispered the guide. “I know the chief, and he would think it an insult if you went to help him now. Oh, ain’t he just glorious !” “ Noble fellow!” said the captain. “He must not be over- come.” - When the young chief apparently turned to fiy, Austen raised his rifle, but once more the guide held him back. _ “Don’t do it,’ he said. “I smell atrick here. You will see in a moment. Ha! look at that! Down he goes!” The last exclamation was elicited when the Oneida turned upon his pursuers and struck the foremost to the earth. The close grapple with the fourth followed, and Bill Epps thought it time to act. Drawing his knife from his belt, he darted from the thicket to the side of the combatants, when one of them released his knife-hand and struck a terrible blow. The next instant the Oneida rose to his feet, reeling, and looking ‘fiercely at Bill Epps through a bloody mist, which seemed to hang before his eyes. “Come on!” he murmured. “An Oneida never yields.” As he spoke, he tottered like a pine before the ax of the woodman, and Bill Epps caught him in his arms and laid him gently down, shouting for his companion : “Here, captin! Hurry up. Don’t ask any questions, but work. Tear off that calico huntin’-shirt from yon dead Injun, and tear it into strips. This poor fellow has got it bad” “Do you know him ?” “Know him? I guess Ido. Why, it is young Chenango, called ‘the generous’ among the Oneidas.” “Ts it possible? The very man I came to see,” aad Aus- _ ten, anxiously. “ Yes, ahd the best friend we have among the Oneidas, next to the chief sachem. This yer young ’un can draw all the young braves with him, and he always takes them to our side. Here, don't be afraid to tear that shirt That feller won't git mad; he ain’t on it. This is a bad cut in the arm, by Jinks! _ Tm afraid I can’t do it up right. Take my canteen «nd run wae ae ye pal, od Check to the lake for some water. Bespry.” . The white-haired guide seemed to have changed places with Conmicloooks.cohn