Pulp Fiction, 1884 · page 16 of 100
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7 ae 4 20 THE rHANTOM CHIEF. with no harm! The bare thought of an accident on the route terrifies me; although, as you know, Mr. Batier,”’ added the Colonel, slightly elevating himself, while a smile of condescension played upon his lips, ‘*I have seen ser- vice enoligh amongst the tribes, to be used to a worse track than the Ohio is at present.’’ ** And very good sarvice, it was, too, Colonel Victor, as far as stout fightin’ goes. I've heerd them ‘say, that has seen you on the side of the Frenchers afore the peace, that it would have been a credit to any man to come off whole after a fair brus) with you—and that in the wooils, too, I don’t doubt but your game’s as good as ever; but wo- men’’—bere a slight flush rose on the cheek of Batler— ‘tare poor things in a scrimmage.” “I thought,’’ resumed the Colonel, ‘‘that as we are near a convenient place for a change of our plan, that it was my duty, even now, to reconsider it; and I shonld feel obliged by your speaking freely upon the subject. The surveyor’’—glincing at the person who had been standing by him before the affair with Long Jake—‘'is a clever fel- low, but this is his first visit to the Ohio, and I scarcely think him a safe adviser in the circumstances." **Ob, you mean Fenton—yes, there's stuff in him; but & man may be good enough further in toward the settle- ments, and yet wants some trainin’ to be up to things hereabouts, Wall, as yon say, Colonel, it’s a serions af- fair, and as I ain't used to findin’ reasons for backin’ out of anything, I'll look about me a little, and let you have what seems most likely in the end.” -“*My dear uncle,’’ said a rich voice from the cabin door, ‘*I have been watching every turn of the river for the last hour or two; and you staid so long, that I began to be tired of having it all to myself. Can’! we see something together ?” The girl who thus unconscionsly interrupted a conver- sation of which she was herself the subject, was of middle height—neither slender nor the reverse—neither very beautiful, nor its opposite; but her luxuriant hair, which fell in glossy ringlets about her neck, the sparkling soft- Comichooks-com ; ~~