Beadle's Dime Novels No. 96: Little Moccasin — page 88: what you’re looking at

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~—90 LITTLE MOCCASIN. unmanageable, and—and—TI greatly fear I am no longer the man I was.” “ And therefore,” suggested Gage, “vou may be no match for the Mohawk, if he should happeit to cross your path.” The Old Forester’s brow darkened, as with hidden thunder, and his gloomy eyes glowed, as with an evil spirit looking out. “You must leave him to me,” continued Gage. “Teave him to you—leave the giant Mohawk to you /” ex- claimed the Old Forester, eying poor Gage as the kingly Saul might have ‘eyed the stripling David, before he was told of the bear and the lion, whose jaws were rent asunder by the ruddy-cheeked boy. Instead of replying, Gage sprung at a heavy branch, far above his head, clutched it, and drew himself up with his left hand, and then threw himself completely over it, and came down the other side on his feet. “That'll do! said the Forester, joy. “Iam satisfied! And now, Captain Gage, if the worse comes to the worst—as I hope it. may—TI shall turn the big Mohawk over to you; and there’s my hand on it !” “But something must be dou e with your hurts, major,” said Gage. “Give yourself no trouble att them or me ; they are well wrapped up with swamp leaves and fir-balsam, amd my arm is bandaged, as you see. But we must hold a constltation before going any further.” Whereupon they took instant possession of a huge pine tree, one of the Titanic aboriginals, which had fallen ages be- fore, and now lay directly athwart their path, some of the roots still clinging to the soil, and some of the top branches yet green. Here they sat with their faces turned toward the dis- tant fire, and occasionally sweeping the whole field of vision as the clouds drifted away with sudden alternations of mid- night gloom and glory, and carried on their consultation in whispers, At last, they agreed upon a plan of operations. Being but three, they concluded not to attack the four all at once, even if they should be found all asleep, as there would be one too many for them. “And what, then, would become of poor Lily-pad ?” whispered Gage. Poor fellow! When hethought ith a glow of triumphant COMIC OOOKS.COM