. Our pioneer heroes and their daring deeds . the dusky breast, Logston gripped his ene-mys throat as with a hand of iron. A little while, and the endwould have come to the conflict. But the Indian was tougher than he had thought; he had re-gained consciousness when Logston first sprang upon him. Thewhite man was wholly unarmed, but, swung to the red mans belt,was a knife in a close-fitting sheath. So tight a fit was it, indeed,and so long the sheath, that he must get it out by gently pushing JOE LOGSTON. 269 at the point. At this he was now working; but it must be doneso slowly and quietly as
. Our pioneer heroes and their daring deeds . the dusky breast, Logston gripped his ene-mys throat as with a hand of iron. A little while, and the endwould have come to the conflict. But the Indian was tougher than he had thought; he had re-gained consciousness when Logston first sprang upon him. Thewhite man was wholly unarmed, but, swung to the red mans belt,was a knife in a close-fitting sheath. So tight a fit was it, indeed,and so long the sheath, that he must get it out by gently pushing JOE LOGSTON. 269 at the point. At this he was now working; but it must be doneso slowly and quietly as not to attract his foes attention. Yain hope, Cherokee! The pale-faced giant above you has feltthe slight quivering of your body as you move your arm, and haslooked down to see the cause. He makes no movement until thehandle of the knife protrudes from the deep sheath ; then, withlightning-like rapidity bedashes away the dusky hand that wouldhave grasped the weapon, seizes it himself, and plunges it deepinto the heart of his prostrate t^^MM^ AN Indians first introduction to the manly art. Meanwhile, what had become of the other Indian? Had hiswounds proved fatal, or had he taken himself off to secure assis-tance? This was a question which demanded an immediate answer,and Joe lost no time in trying to find out. Ho found him desper-ately hurt, but not so near death but what he still thought of re-venge. His back had been brbkon by the ball, but, proppinghimself up against a tree-trunk, he would try to raise the gunloaded at such a fearful cost to himself; but the effort would botoo much, and he would again fall forward. Perceiving that there was nothing to be feared from him, Log-ston left him and proceeded to the fort, which he was anxious to 270 JOE LOGSTON. reach before dark, us he was without arras, and there was no tell-ing how many Indians might be prowling about the the best of his way thither, without horse, hat or gun,as he was, and covered from head
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