Books for you

Hist! crouch again into the grass,
down with ye both; as I'm a miserable piece of clay, I heard the
ticking of a gunlock!"
The trapper did not allow his companions time to hesitate, but
dragging them both after him, he nearly buried his own person in the
fog of the prairie, while he was speaking. It was fortunate that the
senses of the aged hunter remained so acute, and that he had lost none
of his readiness of action. The three were scarcely bowed to the
ground, when their ears were saluted with the well-known, sharp,
short, reports of the western rifle, and instantly, the whizzing of
the ragged lead was heard, buzzing within dangerous proximity of their
heads.
"Well done, young chips! well done, old block!" whispered Paul, whose
spirits no danger nor situation could entirely depress. "As pretty a
volley, as one would wish to bear on the wrong end of a rifle! What
d'ye say, trapper! here is likely to be a three-cornered war. Shall I
give 'em as good as they send?"
"Give them nothing but fair words," returned the other, hastily, "or
you are both lost.


Pages:
108 109 110 111 112 113 114 115 116 117 118 119 120 121 122 123 124 125 126 127 128 129 130 131 132