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10 RED BELT, THE TUSCARORA. not wise, nor is he prudent in teaching Oo-lum-lah, the Wild Hawk, that which he learned even before he took a scalp!’ — and the gigantic warrior frowned ominously upon the man who had spoken. ; “T meant not to offend you, my red brother,” said the other, guickly. “I simply—” “Enough, my brother! Keep a silent and a wary tongue in your mouth, and in ¢#at manner show the wisdom of which you pale-faces love to boast. It were not well that those be low at the block-house should know Oo-lum-lah is within rifle shot! They bear him no good-will.” The white man replied not for a moment; he seemed to chafe under the quiet tone of superiority assumed by the say- age, and to writhe at the stinging reproof so composedly ~ given. a “You may be right. Wild Hawk,” he said; “but donot © forget that I am no fool—that I too have pulled trigger before” to-night — that I know something cf woodcraft as well as you.” : The man evidently was angry. The Indian turned at once ~~ as if to reply, but he checked himself and said nothing. Per ~ haps it was good for him that the gloom of the black night ~ concealed from the white man the grim, contemptuous smile ~ which, for a fleeting moment, played over the swarthy, painted = : feutures of the savage. ; Several moments passed in silence, and the conversation, % which had been carried on in a guarded undertone, ceased, The third one of the party had not spoken. Me was am” Indian, but he was not arrayed in the rich dress and gaudy feathers which marked the other as a chief. He was evidently ~ nothing more than an attendant—perhaps a guide. He, too, — looked sharply into the river, holding his rifle ready to fire) 9 should any thing appear. The tall chief suddenly broke the silence by saying, in a” half-hissing voice: . “Wild Hawk was never mistaken! And, had his rifles as fe: stead of my white brother’s, flung its lead, a different tale had) “ And I tell you, proud chief,” retorted the white minal - “am unguarded, angry tone, “that no man’s aim is quicker, . re 4 iW . note -APy ah. ™ | i. i a. He ns, Melee ~ comicbooks.com