Beadle's Dime Novels No. 92: The Twin Scouts — page 21: what you’re looking at

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AN INTERRUPTION. 23 “Shall I tell Flora what you say ?” “Not yet ; Ben? Oh, confound him, he has cleared out. It is all I can do to keep that boy in order. I don’t know that we can ever cure him of that, but by giving him Flora fora wife. Now I wanted him to tell this to her.” 7 “Oh, let him alone, you confirmed old bachelor. Flora and he agree perfectly, and I hope some time to see them married.. What were you going to say ?” “That you had better stay here until you hear from us, or ~ know that we are taken. The path we must travel is full of danger. As for that, we have grown accustomed to it, and can fuce it like men. It is only when we have such helpless things as that to care for, that we begin to fear. Hark !” Flora was singing, in the house, a sweet,.low ballad, such as finds a way into the heart of man—singing with a careless abandon, and with feeling in the tone. They went in. Ben was sitting at the side of the hearth, joining now and then in the sweet refrain. “Oh, you two; what punishment is due for dosretion ? As your superior officer, I ought to have you court-martialed on the spot.” | | Ben laughed. “ Don’t interrupt,” he said. “Here is an interruption of another sort,” said Alph, look- ing toward the door, which stood open. Two Indians had glided in and taken their seats upon a low bench near the door. The larger and older of the two was a powerful fellow, in the prime of life, the buckskia falling away from his broad shoulder and showing the strong muscle beneath. He was ~ clad in the simple dress of the Indian, an unadorned buck- tad . beaded, and the shirt: fancifully wrought with stained percu-* skin shirt and leggings. The shirt was gathered about his waist by a thong of buckskin, and in it hung a tomahawk and knife. He also hada musket, which he allowed to lean against the wall. | _ His companion was a young man, perhaps twenty-five years of age, not so powerful as the other, but with a certain lithe, panther-like agility in his movements that spoke well. for him. He had a sharp, cunning face, and an eye that gleamed with ~ fervid earnestness from under tiie dark brows. He was dressed with more taste than the older savage, for his moccasins were comiclbooks.com + a -~