Red Belt, the Tuscarora — page 63: what you’re looking at

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qnestion at once: He understood Tuscarora; Red Belt had (se his teacher. “ The brother, the Leaping Deer, has companions. - Does he know the renegade, called by the pale-faces Red Belt ?” “I do, and well. He is a brave whose friendship is worth having—whose lips never lied—whose right hand never gave a treacherous grip—whose rifle is sure—whose friendship last- ing—whose hate eternal !” Such was the answer returned by the prisoner. The old Tuscarora chief slightly started,,but ipapediately checked himself and looked down at the ground. A loud murmur followed the words of Roydon Howe. But old Nin-neet-lah checked it, and said, with a frown: “ My white brother speaks large words—words which would thrill our hearts, were it not that Red Belt did prove a traitor to his tribe, and attempted to steal honors and glory which he had not won, But enough of him! ... . My brother also knows the Lean Wolf. Will he tell us Ads hiding-place, that our braves may find him? Will our brother do this, if we give him liberty ?” “Never! never! Hack me to pieces, and burn my body to ashes; but do not ask me to be false to him, who has stood between me and flying bullets times unnumbered ; who taught me-to tread the trail, and walk upon the dangerous war- path !” Loud and high rung Roydon Howe’s hot, swelling words, and then an ominous murmur rose in the assembly. The fire in the breasts of those swarthy sons of the forest was kindled ; yet they admired pluck and fidelity in any ene.. The old Nin-neet-lah himself seemed warmed into admiration for him. “ Bravely spoken ! bravely spoken, Leaping Deer! And now, more than ever, we would have you one of us. Come into the tribe; wear the wampum with us; fight with us! We will make you a chief in our midst, and old Nin-neet-lsh, the chief of the tribes, will give to you, as your squaw, Mis- kwa, once the affianced of the renegade, Red Belt. Speak, pale-faced brave, but speak not without thinking.” For an instant a violent convulsion swept over the prison- ex’s frame as he cast his eyes toward the shrinking maiden, conicldbookks.conn