Pulp Fiction, 1876 · page 34 of 100
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38 THORNPATH, THE TRAILER; OR, At sight of it, the captors gave a yell which was answered back in a similar tone by those at the camp-fire, and then the prisoners knew that another party of red-skins were encamped there, In a few moments the cavalcade reached the camp and were met by a crowd of hooting, jeering savages, not only men, but a number of equaws and pappooses. The captives were taken from the ponies and tied to large tree near the fire; and after some Indian consultatior, they were informed by a halfbreed, whom they had often seen at the Post, that they were to be burned at the stake, as soom as some preliminary arrangements could be made. Of course, the horrible news set Josiah about crazy, and he at once tried every way to purchase his freedom, even promising to take up arms against his own people. The half-breed, who was known as Tongah, and who spoke the ‘English language with considerable fluency, knew that Josiah was not a dangerous enemy, and might prove a valaable ac- cessory to their power, and looked upon his promise with quite a favorable opinion, for he knew that the white man was too great a coward ever to attempt to break his promise ; s0 he at once opened a negotiation with him. “Tf the red-man will take the pale-face into his lodge and call him brother, will he ever try to escape?” Tongah: asked. Josiah’s face brightened up. A ray of hope gleamed in his eyes, as he replied : “Jist you try me, good Mr. Tongah, and if ever I break my promise, you may break my neck ; and perhaps my friend | ' Egypt here will turn Ingin, too, for the sake of his life” | * Git out?” exclaimed Egypt, indignantly. “ Dis chile "Il + roast a million years afore he turn Inging—better turn debbi at once. No, sah, dis nigger gwine to be true to de death.” “Oh, fiddlesticks ! Gyp; life’s more precious than any elsé—” “ Yes, to dé coward,” said the darky. “Well, well, if there is no reason about you, you'll have to take the consequence, that’s all there is about it.” “Ts ready for de | _ “Very well, Egypt; but I'm sorry your sich a fool,” commicloolks. Comal