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The light of the moon fell brighter for a moment on
his tall, gaunt, form, and served to warn the emigrants of his
approach. Indifferent, however to this unfavourable circumstance, he
held his way, silently and steadily towards the copse, until a
threatening voice met him with a challenge of--
"Who comes; friend or foe?"
"Friend," was the reply; "one who has lived too long to disturb the
close of life with quarrels."
"But not so long as to forget the tricks of his youth," said Ishmael,
rearing his huge frame from beneath the slight covering of a low bush,
and meeting the trapper, face to face; "old man, you have brought this
tribe of red devils upon us, and to-morrow you will be sharing the
booty."
"What have you lost?" calmly demanded the trapper.
"Eight as good mares as ever travelled in gears, besides a foal that
is worth thirty of the brightest Mexicans that bear the face of the
King of Spain. Then the woman has not a cloven hoof for her dairy, or
her loom, and I believe even the grunters, foot sore as they be, are
ploughing the prairie.


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