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46 RED BELT, THE TUSCARORA. Thorne paused before the fierce, commanding port of the haughty red-man ; involuntarily, too, he drew back and cowered before the eagle glance of the dark warrior. “Does the White Leopard long to tread the untrod journey to the hunting-grounds in the sky? Does he dare step be- tween yonder pale-face captive and Oo-lum-lah, the brave? Better that a sweeping herd of buffaloes had galloped over his body the whole day, than for the White Leopard to brave the Wild Hawk to his face! Oo-lum-lah has pledged his word to the great father, the Governor, that he would escort the White Leopard safely to the Scidto villages. Could he recall his promise, White Leopard’s miserable life would not be worth the asking for! Shame on you, man of a coward’s heart! Shame on you, white-livered pale-face, who would strike a pale-face brother when his hands are tied! But enough! ‘When the villages are reached, Wild Hawk's mis- sion will be finished. Then the White Leopard can seek him out—can seek out Oo-lum-lah, the Mingo brave, who calls you dog and coward!” ; Derrick Thorne had gradually recovered himself as th8 chief was speaking ; and when Oo-lum-lah had ended with the withering words above, the white man suddenly stooped, snatched his rifle, and aimed at the towering form of the proud Indian. Bat just as his finger was pressing the trigger, Roy- don Howe, with a sudden movement, ran under the deadly — rifle, and threw it up with his head. The weapon exploded, and the bullet went crashing through the trees above. Chagrined; and now completely infuriated, the villain clubbed his rifle, and made a fearful, swinging stroke with it, fall at the prisoner. But, that stroke did not reach him for whom it was intended ; for, in the twinkling of un eye, the rifle was stopped by the brawny interposing arm of Wild Hawk. Another moment, and grasping the weapon in’ his own giant hands, he wrenched it from Thorne, hurled it against a tree, breaking the stock to atoms, and then he strode to the discomfited white man. : | In an instant the chief had snatched hic bow from his back, and placing an arrow on the string, drew back the feathered sliuft, until the keen bush of jagged flint scratched the temple ’ Comiclooolks.conn