Pulp Fiction, 1870 · page 52 of 98
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m © Wis inlet of the stream, and here the guide and captain landed. _ The place where they reached the shore was so overhung by that they could lie hidden from the sight even of a man = standing on the bank directly over their heads. _-_-~—s“ Why not leave the boat here and let all three set out on E this expedition ? You may need strength more than you have,” _ _ ~* No,” said Bill. “You row out into the lake, and just Bey abreast of the St. Regis campfire—you kin see it shining now— -_ and Jay thar till you hear the horned owl hoot. Like this.” es He gave the note of the night-owl with such ludicrous ex- _ _-actness that the young captain looked up to see where the bird gat. This strange man was a perfect mocking-bird in this re- ss spect. He could imitate to perfection the note of any of the birds of the forest, or the cry of any of its beasts. He did not seem to think it any thing of a feat, either, or that there was 8 possibility of its being a cause of suspicion to the Indians. “Never you mind what I'm going to do,” said Bill. “It’s _ something that must be done right now or we'll hev a hornet’s oe. = about our ears. Ree’lect the signal, and don’t have no fi foolishness about going with us now, ’cause I won’t stand it. _ Now, capt’jn, git out. Push off, Mr Marstowe; the old man Wants to see you out of the creek safe.” _ Marstowe reluctantly consented, and paddled earefully out a the river, or creek, properly speaking, and left the two men _ Standing alone upon the bank of the stream, under the over- _ hanging boughs. It would not do to stay there if they meant todo any thing, however, and the two crept cautiously up the bank, for, though not as well posted in woodcraft as Hun- ery Bill, Austen was no tyro, and had tracked Indians before . w. Ea. “Come it easy,” said Bill, with his mouth pressed akeinnt 3 eee 8 ear, sc that the whisper should not be heard. ee out for sticks. The first you break means that we bs _ must get up and dust. Keep your eyes on me and don’t say a word.” Saeed, nodded, and rising slowly, and keeping their bodies . to catch the slightest sound, and to see that they on nothing which might betray their whereabouts to -<—e = enemy, the two men crept cautionsly forward. The camp- me no she enemy gleamed before PAhon upon the bank of the , ae EComicbooks-co - “ — ~ - une? 2 TTT eo