Beadle's Dime Novels No. 96: Little Moccasin — page 84: what you’re looking at

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86 ' LITTLE MOCCASIN, who would be more than a match for any two commen men; but, if we meet, I hope to give a good account of the fellow without anybody’s help.” “ How the man’s eyes do glow!” whispered Gage. “ Troquois, you say. Is the chief you mention a descendant of the Mohawks?” continued Fletcher. | “T am not’ sure—but I should think so, from what I have heard of him.” i= “Enough! enough !—hurrah! we are all ready now !” said they, both speaking together.“ You lead. off ehagor, and we'll follow.” | And the major led off. , They found the. trail, and followed it, until it grew so dark at times, notwithstanding the full moon, for the heavens were all covered with drifting clouds, that he was obliged to “ heave to,” ashe called it., After a short consultation, they started again, the major undertaking to lead them. aright, by-groping and. feeling his way. Not a word was uttered: not a sound escaped the party, not a twig was trodden i or snapped, and there’ were seasons when all three held their breath, and moved like phantoms. . . At last, the major stopped suddenly, and the others followed his example. . A light was to be seen a long way off through the woods and across a gully, like the light of a camp-fire | made with brushwood, under‘ the trees. “There! there !” ‘whispeiltié the major, clutching at Gage’s arm. “ Not a word for your life!”’ seeing him about to speak, “They must. believe themselves out of danger, or - they would never have kindled that'fire, even for the sake of their prisoner. But still, such’ is the deadly craft we have to deal with, that our lives” are wagered against theirs. Let me find you here, when I get back.” .. . ‘When you get back? Man alive! |What's in your head how ?” “I am going to see for myself howstrong they are, = Gait then try to save my poor child,” wiping his eyes with his rough blanket, and complaining of the cold, frosty air. ‘ No, no, Gage, you mustn’t go with me. You may be wanted.here. If any thing happens, you must act for yourselves, but promise me you'll not let poor Lily-pad be harmed.” ° connicloooks. com a >