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- Author: John Fox
- Publisher: Kessinger Publishing
- ISBN-10: 0548505152
- ISBN-13: 9780548505151
- Format: 15.2 x 22.9 x 1.6 cm, minkšti viršeliai
- Language: English
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Deep in the wilderness a boy with a bow and arrow -- naked, except for scalp-lock and breech-clout -- took flight along a buffalo trail. Not far behind him, three grunting savages were taking up the print of his moccasined feet. Soon afterward, a rifle cracked from a watchtower. A naked savage had bounded into a spot of sunlight that quivered on the buffalo trail a hundred yards deep in the forest and leaped lithely aside into the bushes—both rifles had missed. Deeper from the woods came two war-whoops—real ones—and in the silence that followed the gates were swiftly closed and barred, and a keen-eyed rifleman was at every port-hole in the fort. From the tower old Jerome saw reeds begin to shake in a cane-brake to the left of the spring.
“Let him in!” shouted Jerome, and as Dave opened the gates another arrow hurtled between the boy’s upraised arm and his body and stuck quivering in one of its upright bars.
“He thinks you air goin’ to take his scalp,” shouted Bud.
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- Author: John Fox
- Publisher: Kessinger Publishing
- ISBN-10: 0548505152
- ISBN-13: 9780548505151
- Format: 15.2 x 22.9 x 1.6 cm, minkšti viršeliai
- Language: English English
Deep in the wilderness a boy with a bow and arrow -- naked, except for scalp-lock and breech-clout -- took flight along a buffalo trail. Not far behind him, three grunting savages were taking up the print of his moccasined feet. Soon afterward, a rifle cracked from a watchtower. A naked savage had bounded into a spot of sunlight that quivered on the buffalo trail a hundred yards deep in the forest and leaped lithely aside into the bushes—both rifles had missed. Deeper from the woods came two war-whoops—real ones—and in the silence that followed the gates were swiftly closed and barred, and a keen-eyed rifleman was at every port-hole in the fort. From the tower old Jerome saw reeds begin to shake in a cane-brake to the left of the spring.
“Let him in!” shouted Jerome, and as Dave opened the gates another arrow hurtled between the boy’s upraised arm and his body and stuck quivering in one of its upright bars.
“He thinks you air goin’ to take his scalp,” shouted Bud.
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