Pulp Fiction, 1866 · page 74 of 98
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76 7 THE TWIN SCOUTS, man who lifted his hand against the prophetess? They would take him, and burn him with fire.” “Will the chief give this white girl up to me?” “ She is not mine to give.” “Listen,” said Hau-do, coming near the other, and hissing the words in his ear. ‘ Does the chief forget—it is not very long ago—how he was beaten, like a dog, with rods ?” An angry glitter came into the eyes of An-ga-wam. ' “He has not forgotten. When the chief thinks of that, his back burns.” “ Does he remember. that the one who beat him like an English hound was to have taken the Pleasant Voice Anko a lodge of his own ?” “ He remembers all this.” “Then why is he so tender with the white girl, that he _ treats her even as the prophetess ?” “ An-ga-wam is not a snake in the grass ; he can not speak: : with two tongues. If he ever meets this man who has beaten him“he will have his blood; but the Pleasant Voice is given to Me-rah. If Me-rah will keep her safe, well; if not, she must be watched.” “My brother says he is not a snake in the grass, and he lies, _ Hau-do will have nothing to do with such a friend. He knew when he burned the house of the Open Hand (Mid-. . dleton) that the Pleasant Voice was to be mine. He said he . was my friend. I. spit upon such friendship. I count him mine enemy.’ “ An-ga-wam is ‘not a boy, to be scared by the hooting of an owl. If Hau-do ever saw him turn back on the day of battle, let. him speak, He does not dress like a squaw, or paint his face ; but his knife is keen, and his aim sure. Why will Hau-do talk ? Let him do something. _ ae “The Pleasant Voice shall be mine.” -“ Good ; if my brother can get the Pleasant Voice, she shall be his indeed. My brother has a long tongue. Perhaps if he talk long enough, he will charm the white maiden out of the lodge.” There was much grim humor in the composition of An-ga-. wam, and it maddened Hau-do. He did what, under ordinary circumstances, he would not have doné. He jerked out his Cconmicloooks.comn)