Pulp Fiction, 1884 · page 34 of 100
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88 THE PHANTOM CUIEF. Al! where is that, Mr. Butler? I de not think [ hava heard you speak before of the quarter from which you emicrated.” The Ranger shifted his position, evidently annoyed by the allusion he had made to his former residence; and he endeavored to get rid of the subject by saying: **Why, Colanel, I don’t mean to fix it in one place— ask any man who fout on our side in the war, and you'll hear enough of it. But,” he continued, reverting to the former topic, ‘‘as to these missioners, they may be honest enough—which I ain't quite sure of—but there's no trust- ing these half-and-halfredskins. What's bred in the bone, you know, Colonel—and, besides, they are too handy as news-Carriers to be safe. I do believe they've many 8 time shammed the nurtral, just te be spies on the frontier. They've managed te hook two or three of the head chiefs . along the Allegheny and Beaver, and I've heerd that they have lately got a raal devil of a fighter up here, at the forks of Muskingum; but this is the very thing that makes me dubous. Your squaws and cubs that ain't fit to be trusted with more than a bow and arrows, might be turned round. but as for a rigiar fighter "’—said the Ranger, shaking his head—‘‘it's a leetle too much to swallow 1” ‘““Tf your views are such,” said Colonel Victor, “how is it that you so easily consented to suffer this convert to join us at the Wheeling?” “He's only one man, Colonel; and the first onfairness he shows will make a hele in his head. I've kept my eye on him 1 was afeard at first, on account of your niece, that the men would get up a fight, but they had cooled off, and. was rayther more willin’ to be easy with the sav- age than if they hada’t got their sport the night afore That business of the canoe gettin’ loose did make me sus- pect him, for I seed them fastenin's with my own eyes— rj just look over the pile there, and make sure of what he’s abow.””__ The Banger, whose position. was toward the head ef the COMmiclooOolxs. Eom p = «oe