Pulp Fiction, 1866 · page 37 of 98
Beadle's Dime Novels No. 92: The Twin Scouts — page 37: what you’re looking at
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THE 8PY. 89 “ No he din’t, Dat’s Alph.” “Do you mean to tell me that he is a spy ?” “ Course I do.” : “ Order a search, Captain De Sayle. Bein haste. Have you seen this fellow to-night, any of you ?” “Yes, sire, said the officer who had conducted Hau-do to the tent. “I saw him just as this Indian came up, talking with some of our men at a fire. He speaks the Canadian patois perfectly, whatever he may be.” “ Where did he go ?” 7 “TJ did not notice, sire. J was occupied with the Indian.” “Who are you ?” said the baron, turning to the renegade. “ Hau-do! Mohawk chief. Scout for English. Use Hau- do bad. Come to French fader; work for him.” “Then you wish to desert the English cause * NY a? “Tf your information, brought to-night, is true, you have given us good reason to think you indeed desire to serve us faithfully. Captain, see that the fellow is brought to my pres- ence directly after he is taken.” “TJ will do so, sire,” said the captain, leaving the tent. “How did you know that this spy was coming here ?” “Follow him from Mohawk country. Try to kill him, but him catch me—whip Indian. Ah, dog!” The savage ground his teeth at the remembrance. A great tumult arose outside, and a numbef of soldiers came into the tent, dragging along the mad hunter. He was pouring out upon them a perfect volley of French interjec- tions, which ceased the moment his eye rested upon Hau-do.* His form straightened up proudly, and his eyes looked upon the traitor with a fiery glance of contempt. “Take off his beard,” said the baron. | One of the soldiers removed the mass of shaggy hair from the face a the prisoner, and the handsome countenance of Alph Armitage was revealed. The malignant face of Hau-do was full of joy. He knew the fate of men caught in Se in the camp of the enemy. - “Monsieur,” said the baron, bowing with stately ee Gy. I have the honor to wish you a very good-evening. May T ase Your business?” ros a sacred (ern)