Beadle's Dime Novels No. 96: Little Moccasin — page 47: what you’re looking at

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OTHER GAME. 49 is very large, and seems to be fat; and if you say so; we'll go together and see if he is worth eating,” Fletcher and Gage held a short consultation together with their eyes, without speaking, and then shook their heads. “ And why not?’ continued the Forester, eyeing them sus- piciously. “It is not half a mile from here,”——pointing away off to the left. “Well, if you must know,” said Gage, “ we are after other game, and are afraid to lose the track.” “Other game !—what game, if you please?” continued the Forester, with a look of intense eagerness. ‘ At any rate, ve no objection to leaving the bear till we return, and taking my chance with you, if the signs are encouraging. What are they, if you please ?” “ Hadn’t we better tell him?” whispered Gage... “ He won’t leave us, you may be sure, if he suspects any thing under- handed.” “With all my heart,” said Fletcher; and then stopping suddenly, he called the major, and directed his attention to a line of. tracks, nearly covered up with the light snow, and coming out from the nearest wood ; then sweeping round a ledge, where they were lost sight of, and then reappearing at a distance in the direction of a low, thick undergrowth. “Now, what say you to that, major?” ~ ee SpAienpARAy !—the track of some poor ‘wandering In- dian boy.” “Of a boy, major ?” The major nodded, “I have crossed it more than once within the last hour,” said he, “ but have paid little or no at- tention to it; such things are so common with old hunters.” “ Not in this neighborhood, though ; so far out of the way of all the Indian tribes we are acquainted with,” added Gage. “ Well, to be sure, there may be something in that,” said the major. “ But what is your object? Are you afraid the poor boy is lost ?’——watching the countenance of Gage with a look of suspicion, as he continued—*“ A native Indian boy lost in the woods of Maine! Pooh! pooh!” “ And you call that the foot of a boy, do you?—of a wan- dering Indian boy ?” repeated Gage, with a low chuckle. “ And what do you call it, pray ?” COmichooks.com