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82 THE WHITE HERMIT. “Tt’s so, miss,” said the guide. “ You see, the chief here fell in with four of them, and had a little misunderstandin’ with ’em. Them four Injins won’t hurt no one no more, | They ar’ St. Regis, bet yer life. I know the breed.” woe “Stay here, both of you,” said the girl, eagerly. “ You are * ° fight, sir. The time has indeed come when we shall need your help. The St. Regis here !” She caught up the Scotch bonnet, which lay upon the earth : near at hand, and ran out of the hut, evidently winged by fear The young captain looked a monet in surprise at his com- ~ panion, and then, stooping low, he looked into the face of the -_- wounded Indian. “He sleeps well,” said he. “ Your surgeon is a man of skill, friend Epps.” + _ “ Yaas, yaas; bet yer life. He knows what to do. Waal, ~ as we've got to wait a little while for the gal, I guess I'll take + asnack. This chap is pooty hungry, I allow.” re: “ Can you think of eating at a time like this ?” , >a “ Waal, capt’in, this coon thinks he kin. ‘Anyway, he'll Ps passe. a big oy st it.” as “ What are you going to eat, then?” & “ Hold your hosses, capt'in. Ill show you in half a minit, This critter never goes without his fodder, you know.” *-. Pushing aside a heap of leaves near the head of the sleep- * ing Indian, Hungry Bill drew out a small, oblong paper box, ___-‘which, when opened, revealed several large slices of fried ven- <= ison and some bread. ‘Twisting his face into various shapes __ expressive of the highest enjoyment, Bill began to devour the _«wavory food with a relish which no danger could take away, ba «> 7 =e -. and a determination which nothing could daunt, while the - young captain laughed in spite of himself. “ Wittles is wittles, capt’in, and I kin spoil my share.” . “T should say that you could,” said Austen, as he saw him stuff a piece of venison half the size of a man’s hand into his mouth at once. “Take care you don’t choke yourself.” “Not a choke,’ said Bill, speaking with some difficulty. “Mortal pizen, why don’t you eat suthin’? That little misun- * Piat Bs make you hungry. It allers does me when I have a fight _ Look thar ; the Injin is wakin’ up.” derstandin’ with that ugly cuss they call the masked chief orter - Sommeboeks: Com) ie