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"Thank you for the good word, old trapper!" cried Paul Hover,
springing actively forward from his place of concealment. "There was
an air about you, when you threw forward the muzzle of the piece, that
I did not like; for it seemed to say that you were master of all the
rest of the motions."
"You are right, you are right!" cried the trapper, laughing with
inward self-complacency at the recollection of his former skill. "The
day has been when few men knew the virtues of a long rifle, like this
I carry, better than myself, old and useless as I now seem. You are
right, young man; and the time was, when it was dangerous to move a
leaf within ear-shot of my stand; or," he added, dropping his voice,
and looking serious, "for a Red Mingo to show an eyeball from his
ambushment. You have heard of the Red Mingos?"
"I have heard of minks," said Paul, taking the old man by the arm, and
gently urging him towards the thicket as he spoke; while, at the same
time, he cast quick and uneasy glances behind him, in order to make
sure he was not observed.


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