In Barracks and Wigwam — page 214: what you’re looking at

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204 : ae Von Pleading. * said Linn, ~ “I brought this on him by my own folly, nd I will share his fate.”’ “Not so, Linn. Me still like you a little, though yout have squaw heart. Me remember what good friend you were at Carlisle——” | “If you remember that, then be a good friend to me now,” interrupted Linn. “For my sake—for the sake of our past friendship—spare Bruce’s life. To burn him at the stake will be a horrible revenge. To keep him a prrsoner wil! be punishment enough for the wrong he did you—more than enough. Forgive him, Deerfoot >? —-<—--— “No,” hissed the Indian, his eyes gleaming like living coals. “He must die at the stake. I have spoken. My father, Flying- Thunder, has spoken. It must be. You say no more, Linn, else I wear your scalp at my belt.” As he spoke he whipped out a long-bladed knife, and repeatedly stabbed the air. Huis voice was husky and low with rage, and on his dusky features could be read the barbaric and blood-thirsty instinct of generations of law- less and untamed Sioux. For a moment Linn actually. trembled for his life, and prepared for self-defense. He said nothing, for the reason that he knew further appeal to be absolutely useless. Presently Deerfoot sheathed the knife, and in a slightly less passionate tone, he said: “Now that settled, Linn. Me tell you what do with you. Me make a big discovery when out on war-path. Me find whole army of soldiers in camp where can easily be trapped. They tired and worn out—no leave camp for two days, mebbe. Me send word to Gray Fox, then come back to tell Flying Thunder. Soon all the Sioux war- riors go surround soldiers—cut them to pieces.” Linn gave a slight start. , “This must be true,” he reflected. raat is Se that i a city) mes ; od eve 0? Boas a ee eee OO php ie ee Poe As ay. fat oad Se ae Peet : seo a“