Pulp Fiction, 1870 · page 34 of 98
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a! ve is A ct Hy 7 4 ye 4, ”, ON Rt Wig wi inet) «, ie eee LP ae 86 RED BELT, THE TUSCARORA. hunter, after a pause. The young Indian slowly shook his head. _“ My white brother, the Lean Wolf, is right,” he said, at length. “The pipe of peace has been extinguished, the tom- ahawk and hatchet dug up, and the feathered arrow shot high — in the air. The red-men of the forest are abroad, and the braves from beyond the Big River are treading the war-path, We shall have work before us, and not a moon wil] come and go before these old woods will ring with the Wwar-whoop and the whistling of rifle-balls. We must be speedy in our move- ments, for an army of white braves will come hither, and we may be of use to them in many ways, my brother.” “ Ay, Red Belt, and there's rascality afoot! We could keep peace with the tribes easy enough, if that infernal Governor would let us, and them, alone. However, I suppose that is treason, so, enough said! But, Red Belt’ and the old hunter's voice was serious at once, “ we—you and I—have trouble ahead” ofus. The river is not so wide here but that a rifleshot would find its way across; and the flash from the campfire on the point there spreads far out over the water. But we must go by! We must cross the Ohio to-night! Roydon Howe is dear to both of us, for he has risked his life for us more than once, and we will not desert him now. No! not if we have to face and fight the whole Scioto village !” “Red Belt, in a trying hour, has never tumed his back on friend or foe, and he'll not do so now,” was the reply the young Indian made. “TI know it well, my brother! Wait here until I return; Tll creep around and have a look at that camp-fire,” ae the old man arose. “No, my brother,” said the other, arising at once to his feet, “Red Belt is far younger than the Lean Wolf. This — work can be done as well by him. Red Belt is not noisy on the war-path or trail. Héll go. Let the great hunter stay : 4 here.” The young brave dropped his blanket into the canoe, and — stepping ashore, was soon lost in the gloom of the woods, — 4", Fa Pere He od ~~ Py fais a ogi wih ati oO . ‘fhe “$y ,. a , 7 1s 7 7) ae Ri Ef ‘ie "prt a . His footsteps xs forth no sound as he trod Ser ae 7 a ward. =