Pulp Fiction, 1874 · page 22 of 100
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24 - MOUNTAIN NED. be evcr has really wronged this girl—Blazing Star, as the reds culled her.” “Yes; take car’ up thar, stranger; yer mighty keerless.” A stone had become detached and rolled down the cliff, flying remarkably close to the bead of Mountain Ned for an accident. Ned looked up, and, as a second stone whizzed by them he caught a glimpse of a brown hand and arm. “Get back out of sight,” said Campbell in a low voice. “Some Gone is throwing stones at us purposely.” They ran back into the shelter of the gully, and as they did so a wild looking Indian, in the peculiar dress of an In- dian prophet, raised himself upon the rocks and hurled an- other stone at them. “{ see bim,” cried Snodgrass. “It ar’ Minnitash, the Hill Prophet. Let me git a bead on the old cuss.” The old Indian was dancing wildly about on the rocky platform, cursing in good strong Indian the dastardly white meén who had stolen the Blazing Star from him—his assistant in the mummeries of his strange office. ‘I understand it now,” said Campbell. “The old prophet thinks that we have stolen the girl, Let us undeceive him at once.” ” “ Why is the propbet of the hills mad with his white bro- thers ?” he demanded, raising his voice and speaking rapidly in the Comanche tongue. “The white men are cowards, and have stolen the Sunlight of the Comanche tribe. Where is the pride of the village, the best hope of the Comanche prophet.” “ We have not taken herfrom you, oh prophet,” said Camp- bell. “The man who stole her is my enemy, the Flying Scout,” “ Hah!” screamed the Indian. “I drink the blood of the Flying Scout, the thief of white blood. Look; I am a vul- ture on bis track. I will eat his flesh when he lies dead. Let the white men leave the mountujns, and Minnitash will not cal] upon the rocks to cover them, guilty as they are.” Campbell drew back laughing; and the half-crazed prophet bounded across the platform leaving them alone, “That old sneak will follow the Flying Scout until he has the girl or is killed himself,” said Campbell. “ Tuet us see if we can not find a trail.” RA commicloooks.coin |