Red Plume — page 69: what you’re looking at

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A HISs. ‘69 style of his hair, it was at once evident that he ‘was not a Blackfoot, and there was something about his features that seemed familiar to the trapper. As the Indian turned his face, so that his profile came in ‘view, Bush was certain that he knew him, and uttered a low hiss to attract his attention. The Indian quickly turned, and looked anxiously around. : “ Beaver !” whispered the trapper. ; The Delaware—for it was he—laid his hand on his rifle. “Don’t be skeered, Beuver, for it’s only me. ‘Bill Bush.” As Bush spoke, he raised his head above his shelter, and Black Beaver, without the least visible eiYotion of surprise or excitement, crawled up on the bank and came to him.” Few words were spoken between them, and they quietly — passed over the route by which the trapper had come, until thev reached the place at which he was to meet Kotselo. SV, CHAPTER XI A COPPER-COLORED GHOST. ‘~3 “ Wranr’s that Yankee who went off with ye, Beaver?” asked the trapper, when they had reached the appointed spot, and were beyond the hearing and observation ni those in the village. | “Eben’s mighty big medicine ’ mong Blackfeet, now,” an- _ swered the Delaware, with a chuckle. “What do you mean ?” “He walk ’round the lodges, with his long arrow and lariat, and all Blackfeet rub their noses, and open their eyes wide.” “Wal, that beats Bill Hutchins and the b’ar! The biggest wonder is that he’s alive. He must hey’ been playin’ on the Blackfeet some of those infarnal Yankee trieks that Pve heard of.. Do you know how he got such a holt onto ’em 2” “Don’t know, but he’s mighty big medicine. Heard one Blackfoot say that chief was killed dead, mighty dead, and _Eben make him alive, right away.” “Those Yankees Beat’ the nation fur tricks, and no mistake. 86 3 comicbooks.conn ”