Red Belt, the Tuscarora — page 9: what you’re looking at

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THE PERILS OF THE FOREST. il " man’s rifle surer, than Derrick Thorne’s! But, I have been in the woods long enough to ¢ell a man from a shadow !” Like lightning the Indian turned upon him, his eyes glaring in the gloom, his towering figure trembling with passion. “Srapow !” he muttered. “ Wild Hawk tells you, pale face, that you drew trigger on one who hates us—ay, you, too! —on one whose eye is steady, whose rifle terrible, whose hate never-dying! Does my white brother dream that he covered ~ with his rifle, and let him slip from under it, none other than _ the great hunter, the Lean Woif ?” “The Lean Wolf! Sampson Lowe!” and the white man © started back violently, his limbs trembling beneath him despite all he could do. | “ Ay, my brother! The Wild Hawk knows game, when - theseesit. And there was another in the boat—a chigf.” | *A chief? And— “No more now; we must be gone. The moon is treach- | erous; she hides her light behind the black cloud, and the : z Way is dark. But Oo-lum-lah knows the path, and he will __ lead our white brother safely to the villages, to see our braves E poems the Governor to do this, and the Wild Hawk never broke his word. Come; the night wanes.” © Without ancther word, the tall Indian, silently and gently parting the underbrush, moved noiselessly away up the bank — of theriver. The other two followed on as silently, and all gi three were soon hid in the overhanging gloom. | Little did these silent walkers dream, that, not twenty yards = away from them, the black muzzles of two deadly rifles bore |) steadily on the group—those rifles projecting silently through © the gently-swaying boughs of the black alder bushes clustering = over the very bosom of the water, And as the figures faded i out of sight, and their steps died completely away, the rifles pitted breathe now, Red Belt,” muttered the hunter, ad- ~ dressing the young warrior who was seated in the bottom of _ _ the beat, silent and composed. “ But we'll have trouble ; and + the fellow who tossed that lead pulls a smart trigger! His gi let is in the side of the boat there; an inch more, and yd have been laid up for a spell. Then your trip to the comicbooks. com a =