Beadle's Dime Novels, No. 91: The Lost Cache — page 51: what you’re looking at

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ad THAT BLACK-TAIL, 53 “JT crawled up on that. black-tail, across the wind, so’s he . shouldn’t nose me, and I shot him. I cut the throat of that black-tail, and tied his legs, and was carryin’ him to. camp, across my shoulder, with my head.down, when I come across a trail—Injin trail, two men’s trail, made lately. I sot down that black-tail, and I looked around,.of course, and what - should I see but ‘suthin’ red stickin’ up above arise in. the ground. Thinks I, is that a prairie-flower, or is it a feather ? Thinks I ag’in, ’m a-durned fool ef I don’t find out mighty soon. So sighted my rifle atthe red thing, and it slid out of sight, and then I knew it was,an Injin.. I picked up that black-tail, and carried him to camp, keepin’ one. eye. behind me, and then watched out furthe Injins, and I saw ’em sneak- in’.and spyin’ about, but they didn’t dar’ to do nothin’, And while I was cuttin’ up that black-tail, I saw another Injin sneakin’ and.spyin’ around;.. And that thar’ meat,” continued Green, as if he meant to exhaust the whole subject and.defy contradiction—“ that, thar’ meat, what you nie fur pest supper, is the meat of that thar’ black-tail!” “Well done, Pete .Green,” said Harry. ‘“ You have man- uged to make.a long story out, of a black-tail and two or, three Indians, and have talked yourself dry, I think. Take a taste of brandy. I suppose it amounts to this, tae there are In, dians about, and. we must. keep.our eyes open.” <j - “That's jist what it is,” answered.,Farrar.. “ Let’s put our — lights out,,and look to. our weapons, and keep a good watch. So long as thar’s Injins,.about, and we don’t know who or - how many they are, we can’t be too keerful.” “J reckon they was Crows, by thar’ paint,” suggested Pecan “ Crows are bad, up this way, and none too good anywhar’.” ~ Git ready, boys, far we can’t be too keerful, . We'll hey’ a moon to-night, though,.and p’r’aps they won't. dar’ to come nigh us, onless.thar’s.a-heap of ’em.” 7 “TJ hope they will come,” exclaimed Harry, “for I would wish no better fun than to have a-brush with the red-skins. I think we ought,to’ teach them a good lesen ; 80 that they. will leave us alone hereafter,” “T think so, too,” said Myers, “if they are willing to be taught ; but I understand that they are an obstinate and in- tractable race of scoundrels.” A . comicboooks.conn