Pulp Fiction, 1866 · page 80 of 98
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82 “THE TWIN SCOUTS. in this way, and that he had unconsciously stumbled upon the one he sought. He lay down again, and listened for the tread of the Indian sentry, who he knew could not be far off, congratulating him- self that he had come up on this side instead of the other. In a few moments he heard him coming, and knew that he was making the circuit of the lodge: Crowding quickly in behind the lodge-ropes, he rolled himself closely up against the side of the lodge, and waited. The sentry came slowly along, probing out every nook and corner with his gun-barrel. — It was evident that his suspicions had been aroused in some way, and that he was determined to be sure that no enemies lurked in that quarter. ‘Alph rose to his feet, seeing the care with which the fellow was searching, and got into a better position for defense. But as luck would have it, at this moment some one called to the sentry from a lodge not far away, and placed before him a temptation which it was against nature, at least Indian nature, standing guard on a cold night, to resist, “What dat, eh? You, nt Got something !” “ What got, eh ?” “Fire-water! Ugh, scl p? és A hearty smack of the lips sounded out of the darkness, “Ugh, good; S’pose me come, give me some, eh eH od Lh “Oh yes; come. Got ’nuff for bot’.” ; “ The fellow saw at once the uselessness of standing guard when such things were thrown in his way, and besides, the utter impossibility of any enemy being near. So he passed over to his friend, while Alph improved the opportunity to * shift his quarters to a spot nearer the lodge, wad, over which - he had already passed in his search. as: “§ pose white girl try to get ’way ?” “No; what for she try; can’t do it. Can’t run Jike black . ‘ ts 7 man. Yah ! See him run ?” ca - “ Stick you wid his head 4 No. ” “Did me. T'’ought I be killy den, sure.” | “He brack debbel; glad “he gone; all time makin 4 conniclooolks. conn