Pulp Fiction, 1866 · page 67 of 102
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THE SITUATION, . 69 indomitable spirit, secretly determined that she would never see Canada in that way, and began to look about her for the means of escape. She had no doubt that Ronald would do all in his power to save her, but whether he could get away fiom the army at this time, when a struggle was anticipated with Montcalm, was doubtful. Tom might never reach the camp; a thousand things might happen to prevent her receiv- ing aid from others, and she resolved to try her own skill at scouting on the first opportunity. , In a conversation with her mother, she obtained informa- tion as to the situation. They were on the hills to the west of Lake George, south of Crown Point, and some ten miles. from William Henry. Ann Wylde knew the nature of her spirited daughter, so well, that she kept her strictly watched. When she was not under her own eye, some one of the savages was ever on the alert. On the third day of the andiniptent Dave came to Mag- gie, and stood leaning against the tree under which she sat looking out upon the clear water of the lake. “Whar you spose Tom be now %” queried he, looking down at his mistress. “T hope he got safe to William Henry. TI sent Sen away.” “Wat you*send him away for ?” “To get help. Speak lower; mother is looking at us, I am afraid she heard you.” ee ‘« Wat you send Tom ’way for? Tf you just luff dat Tom here, tell you w’at, we'd tuk all dem red niggers out dar’ in de lake, tie a big stone-to dere necks, and hab ’em drownded, ebbery one ob dem. Dat’s so ; ’deed we would.” “Dave, is this a time to talk in that way ?” — “ Course it is; kin do it, too. Jeés’ you say de word, an’ I goes an’ frows deth all ober de rock.” “Dave, I won't have that kind of talk any more. What I want to do is’ to get away. Now set your wise wits to work, and tell me how to do it.” “ Git right up and walk away.” “They are not foolish rele to ie me do that. Dave, you are a dreadful liar. Couldn’t you make up a good one to get me away from here ?” 95 3 7 comiclbooks.com