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12 RED BELT, THE TUSCARORA. Scioto would have turned out badly! Ha! ha?’ and he laughed low and good-humoredly to himself. “But a miss is all we want, and now, we'll attend to that business yet.” The young warrior replied not fora moment; he slowly rose to his feet and steadied himself. “Thanks, my brother !” he said, in a deep voice, “ Thanks to you that Red Belt is not now wandering in the dim shadow land! that Mis-kwa, the Red Sky of Morning, will not be™ mateless in the forests! Red Belt felt the wind of the sing- ing ball. But, my brother, heard you not the tones which the air bore down to our ears? Did you not know the lying lips whence they came?” and the young Indian paused as he ques- tioned the other. The old man hesitated for an instant, but then answered frankly : “No, Red Belt; you knowI have seen more moons and snows than you. ‘Your ears are sharper than old Sampson's, Tell me, my brother, who it was we heard speaking.” The warrior leaned down at once, and whispered a name~ | in the hunter’s ear so low that it was caught away by the toy- ing breeze and borne swiftly down the stream. But the old man heard it, for he almost sprung to his feet. A deep scowl wrinkled his face, and as he clutched his long rifle, he mut- tered : “fe! The bloody Mingo! I have not forgotten him, nor the night when I dragged him almost dead from the rushing Maumee—when, to repay my kindness, he turned and drovea = bullet into my shoulder! I feel it now. When we meet % again, it will only be a matter who will draw bead first! But, we must be off, Red Belt. The money is buried safe under the water, and we have marked the spot. We have too much of the stuff to trust it in the cave, and we away half the time, But, let go the bush; the moon is down and we must be off We have to take Roy in at the spit, and then we'll makea straight line for our hole. We have work before us, or—Im a Shawanese !” The warrior said nothing ; he simply and quietly undid the light fastening which secured the canoe to the bush. Then, with a quick shove, he sent the canoe out into the stream The old hunter softly eased the paddle into the water, and by comicbooks.com — SS ee. s a