Red Belt, the Tuscarora — page 72: what you’re looking at

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] RED BELT, THE TUSCARORA. CHAPTER XtTy. “ VINES LEAVE NO TRAIL!” Tne Mingo warrior hesitated only for a moment ; he knew well the meaning of those cries—those rifle-shots. With a wild, answering cry he sprung forward. In a few moments the whole village was aroused, and war- riors—bows and rifles in hand—were hurrying swiftly to and fro. Wild Hawk suddenly paused as the wild whoop of de- fiance, came from the dark forest bordering the river. The chief shook his head, and then, as a grim smile of satisfaction passed over his painted face, he muttered : “Oo-lum-lah was not wrong! The Lean Wolf is a wily warrior, but, he is now in the hands of those who would stretch his scalp in their wigwams !” With that he sent forth his own peculiar war-whoop, and rushed on, As soon as Red Belt, followed by Roydon, was in the wood, he paused, and uttered a low, peculiar ery. Jn an instant old Sampson Lowe sprung from the bushes, and clasping the young - white man to his breast, exclaimed : “ God be praised, my boy! But—come !” Tn a moment the three, followed by the faithful Eagte, had darted away toward the thick brake bordering the marsh-land by the river. Tie air was now filled with ringing shouts from the pur- suing Indians, and their torches were flashing wildly in the village. Already a score of swarthy warriors hid plunged into the woods, and were hurrying along, greedy, on the trail. The old hunter ond his party kept straight onward—Samp- son Lowe leading the way, as one perfectly familiar with the ground. But they could now hear the pursuers upon their track, rushing along through the thick underbrush. At length, and in a shorter time than it takes us to record it, the three had entered the thick, interlacing undergrowth which grew in comicbooks.com — Ss —