Beadle's Dime Novels No. 92: The Twin Scouts — page 67: what you’re looking at

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TINY AHEAD. 69 Here come the prisoners.. Poor lads, they never knew what trouble was on Middleton’s plantation. Just look at Tiny ; he walks as though he were. head chief of the tribe.” “ Dar’s my boy, dar’s Tiny,”.said the giant, eagerly, a look ‘of fatherly pride making his black face comely...“ He tek’ » car’ of heself,I bet. Jest see how dem Injins keep away from .‘ him. Dey’s ’fraid ob. dem feet, dey is !” One of the chiefs had placed himself in front of Tiny, and \ was explaining to him the principle of the gantlet, It was ee plain that they looked for. trouble from the stout young ne- gro, for they made their line very strong, and every one was on the alert. At a given signal Tiny was freed from his bonds, and manifested his delight by sundry leaps into the air, crack- ing his heels together, crowing and laughing, The savages. . evidently did not know what to make of a. fellow who could enjoy “running a muck.” ‘The signal was repeated, and Tiny, with a single bound, reached the first of his enemies. Right and left\flew the ine dians, butted by the unimpressible head. Tomahawks and elubs cracked upon it, without any visible effect, and still he ~ -sped on. Once in a while he would pause, and send out his huge foot, leveling an Indian in the dust. Cries of rage and pain marked his progress. In all their history, the Indians had never found a man who could inflict such damage, receiy- ing none in return. “ See dar’ !” cried Big Sam. ‘ Look a’ dem Injin fly. Oh, . Tiny, da’s a good one. Butt him ag’in! You's a chile after _ you fader’s own heart, you is. Oh, de Lord, dar he goes ag’in, knocks ’em right an’ lef’, jest as ef dey was so many sticks. Dey’ll be careful how dey meks he ‘run a muck’ ag’in. By gosh, he’s runnin’ away.” This was the truth. 'Tiny had evidently tired of the society of the Huron yillage, and no sooner had he cleared the lines of the gantlet, and was expected to return, than he plied, his . heels in a desperate attempt to escape. He was a mighty . runner, and used his feet well. The best men among the savages had placed themselves first, in order to get the first _ blow at the negro, These had fared badly enough in the flight of that worthy, being tumbled ignominiously upon the grass. When they attempted to follow the. runner , they found 92. 3 * pepumer ee COM