One week of terrors, real and imagined, does the work; and then, my jolly Jack, you have won your wages." "And I have desarved 'em," said Doe, striking his fist upon the table with violence; "for I have made myself jist the d----dest rascal that was ever made of a white man.

Lying, and cheating, and perjuring, and murdering--it's nothing better nor murder, that of giving up the younker that never did harm to me or mine, to the Piankeshaws,--for they'll burn him, they will, d--n 'em! there's no two ways about it .-- There's what I've done for you; and if you were to give me had the plunder, I reckon 'twould do no more than indamnify me for my rascality.

And so, here's the end on't;--you've made me a rascal, and you shall pay for it." "It is the only thing the world ever does pay for," said the stranger, with edifying coolness; "and so, don't be afflicted.

To be a rascal is to be a man of sense,--provided you are a rascal in a sensible way,--that is, a profitable one." "Ay," said Doe, "that's the doctrine you have been preaching ever since I knowed you; and _you_ have made a fortun' by it.

But as for me, though I've toed the track after your own leading, I'm jist as poor as ever, and ten times more despisable,--I am, d--n me; for I'm a white Injun, and there's nothing more despisable.